Yes, it’s come to a squealing, screeching halt. The little life brakes have been applied, giving me whiplash and sending me to the chiropractor. My camera’s autofocus has died.
That’s right, you heard me. Dead. Gone. No longer.
Sure, there’s manual focus, but have you tried using manual to get shots of your animals playing? Life just doesn’t work that way. You get blurry animals. Animals photos that make you so dizzy you want to put your face to the toilet and puke.
See? You though I was joking!
See you when you get back from the toilet…
Perhaps the Grammar Nazi or City Boy can figure it out for me. In the meantime, I’m stuck here in the dreary weather with nothing much to photograph outside anyway other than rain. And I’ve already taken photos like that, who needs more? Certainly not I.
So instead, I’ll venture back into my creepy, ghostly files and see if Darling likes the results…
Okay…that last one? She wasn’t really there when I took that photo. And last night? As I was sitting here in the dark? Yeah…it kinda creeped even me out a bit.
I hope my auto focus is back in focus soon. In the meantime, if you’d like to journey through a handful of mustang photos that are in focus, why not make a trip on over to Mesteno Wild Horse Photography and let me know which photos you like best?