Category Archives: Macro
Random macros from yesterday…
So I just got my camera back from Nikon. There was a recall on the D600, and so it was time to kick the tires after getting it back. The recall involved excessive grease spots on the sensor. Sometimes it was too much for Lightroom’s spot removal tool to handle.
Lakeside Selfie
A Ladybug that would not sit still.
A flower growing along the water at Brickyard Pond.
Working the Macro lens
Slugging it out in the backyard
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Poor man’s tape measure
OMG. Look at the dust on my car.
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He’s a Demon on Wheels…
Before there was Mario Andretti. Before there was Danica Patrick.
There was… Speed Racer. You Go Speed Racer. And so he went.
I told Donna that I was a Speed Racer fan as a kid. Next thing you know, for my birthday a few years ago, I became the proud owner of my own “Mach 5.” It’s almost as cool as my 09′ Corolla…almost.
NASCAR is….
Pull up. Pull up! PULL UP!!
A nice day today, nearly at the end of a wintry winter. Today we were off to Colt State Park to check out the bike park. The kids got new bikes for Christmas, and this would be their first opportunity to test them out at a “real” bike park, ramps and all.
The first obstacle was a raised cement slab, maybe eight inches in height, an excellent confidence builder. Eric approached it at a pretty good clip, and as I waited for him to pull up and raise his front tire onto the slab, I watched in horror as he got the jolt of his life. Bike hits obstacle, bike stops, boy keeps going. His pride was hurt more than his groin, and so he got back in the saddle and tried it again, and again…. It didn’t take long for his timing and lift to be in sync, and so it was then just a matter of pumping the pedals to get his back tire to follow onto the slab. Once he mastered the “simulated curb,” he was then onto the ramp (shown below). He had a great time, and apparently we’re going back again next week, so I’m told.
Christy was more content with riding around the parking lot, because the gathering teenagers at the bike park was a bit daunting for an 11-year-old. The frequent and unsettling F bombs coming from these delinquents didn’t help matters for Christy. They weren’t all punks though. Some offered words of encouragement for her brother.
After 45 minutes of shredding, whatever the fu_ _ that means, we headed to the nearby beach. The kids’ assignment was to find me something small and interesting, something I could shoot with the new macro lens. Christy scored first with Mr Crabs. *Tragically, a curious Nigel accidentally inhaled Mr Crabs. All in all, a decent weekend, with better weather coming.
*A bold-faced lie meant to add interest to a seemingly tedious blog post.




















