Canon 5d mark 2. 28mm. ISO - 100. f/1.8. 1/1000s. 1hr of sleep in the last 24. 1 protein shake for breakfast. 2minutes after avoiding screaming kids and the dad who had maliciously come up with a game where his children chased him through a serene forest. 12minutes before convincing her to run down a hill where she was bound to slide and end up on her arse. Used hand to block out the sun from the lens so it could focus properly. 8minutes until I encounter a burr that would wind up sticking the underside of my foot, leaving a sting even after I had taken off both my shoe and my sock, said action causing me to lose my balance and lean on a rock, which then became unmoored from the ground, causing me to further lose my balance and nearly end up face down in the dirt. 1 pair old jeans. 1 pair old tennis shoes. 37 shoots since I learned that wearing decent clothes in the woods creates a voodoo that ensures your clothes end up dirty/ruined.
Pulled a muscle in my side doing this, I did. Of course, catching that smile makes it worth the injury, but sheeeeit, sure smarts.
Feel very comfortable shooting while hanging out of a car, now. It’s all about sitting, getting your touchas right on the window sill. You don’t wanna dangle out the window, or stretch out there, you wanna sit. I see that now. You can set yourself a bit farther back, get more in the frame, you are more stable in case your driver has to go over some speed bumps or brake for a coyote that’s crossing the street.
And when you’re sitting you’re not as apt to contort yourself in such a way that you tear the tiny muscle fibers on your left side, the ones situated in such a spot that you feel what amounts to a bee sting every time you twist your midsection.