Depth of field
I (always) forget how major a variable weather can be on mood. The oppressive heat is gone for now, and in its place were big fluffy clouds and a fine breeze—bordering on gusts.
I went up north to haul some lumber and turn it into a sliding door. While waiting for my friend to show up for duty, I walked to the edge of a hayfield and just watched it moving in the wind.
It’s changed the way I’ve taken photos a little. Foremost, it’s more conspicuous. Which usually is not beneficial, but in some cases, folks assume you are doing it for a purpose and seem less bothered.
I’m just now getting comfortable with it—using manual settings more than the standard “P” (automatic) mode.
So as I sat there surrounded by hay, squinting in the viewfinder through the lens, it felt pretty good. Maybe the breeze lifted some of the heaviness that’s been stickin’ round. Of course, if it’s humid as all get-out tomorrow, all bets are off.