Here in Dallas
it is over 90 degrees and very VERY humid. Still, we dutiful Garden Writers traipse through gardens, snapping pictures and slowly melting.
In Dallas, there are garages bigger than my apartment, with better light.
(That's the Rolls; you can't see the Bentley.)
There are tropical swimming pools.
There are juxtapositions of industrial and organic.
There are wonderful, intimate details.
(That's the Rolls; you can't see the Bentley.)
There are tropical swimming pools.
There are juxtapositions of industrial and organic.
There are wonderful, intimate details.
I've experimented the last two days, trying to convince myself that I could be happy bringing only my little point-and-shoot to Greece. This morning made it clear that I cannot. And so the big guy goes in the backpack, complete with heavy zoom lens, conferring upon me the ability to stop down, slow down, and manually focus. I hope to make it worthwhile.
5 Comments:
You'll be happy you did lug the big camera--and so will all of us who get to enjoy your photos!
Excellent mini-tour... I love the little cobble-crack-creek in the rock.
Dallas will get you ready for Greek heat, but I realize it is oh-so different. Good call on the camera decision.
Enjoy Big D!
I, too, love the little pebble creek, and applaud the camera decision - you're so clever to have staged this Texas dress rehearsal for the Really Awesome Trip to come!
I'm so jealous of your heat! I've probably said this before on your blog.. but it's cold here in Cal. Ug.
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