I Won't Give Up My Day Job

This past week, while I was driving around on my job, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the fall foliage was, so I decided to do something I've never done before. I attempted take photos of the changing leaves I saw. I don't own a digital camera. I don't even own a regular camera. My son used to own a Sony Handi-cam Camcorder, but he left it in a place where he couldn't keep an eye on it and someone relieved him of the responsibility of camcorder ownership. So I went to Walmart and picked up a cheap disposable camera and took pictures of interesting pastoral scenes wherever I went. I used 24 of 27 exposures by myself and let my son take the last 3 photos. Then, after using up every exposure on the roll, we went back to Walmart and had them put on a CD to install on my hard drive.

All so I could share the wonders of nature in rural Maryland with you, my loyal readers and friends.

Unfortunately, only a few of the pictures came out looking the way I saw them through the viewfinder. I have selected a few to post here that will prove that I am not a photographer.

Here is an attempt to capture the beauty of the city lights of Harrisburg, PA, after dark while driving 60 miles an hour.It doesn't work. I don't recommend trying to prove it can be done.

This is probably the best picture I took:I don't like the inclusion of buildings or people or power lines, etc. in pictures of nature but I couldn't seem to avoid that in this area, hence the Allstate office.

Looking west along the famous Mason -Dixon line. (The line is imaginary, Bruiser) That farm you can barely see sits with the north half in Pennsylvania and it's south half in Maryland. Way back behind that, is White Tail Ski Resort, which from where I was standing is clearly visible to the naked eye, but apparently not to the eye of a camera. It looks cool without snow. Trust me.

This is the picture that my son took. As you can see, he is a much better photographer than I. I watched him take this and laughed because I realized some of the photos I took would have been better if I had thought of turning the camera on it's end, as he did.


Lastly, I had been asked by some why I didn't dress in costume for Halloween. Well, I was actually going to go as the BTK killer, from Wichita, Kansas, which is coincidently my hometowwn, also, but I couldn't find an orange jumpsuit. I bear a striking resemblance, don't I?