I came to my parent's home, in my home
country, on a 30-day vacation. I thought this time away from work
might come in handy to practice my photography, so I brought all I
possess: my Nikon D3100 with a kit lens, a 35 mm prime, and a
55-200mm zoom. All cheap stuff, really. I also managed to buy a used tripod on e-bay, one that
is portable, to bring inside my check in luggage.
I have photographed this place many
times over the last ten years during my vacations, but this is the
first time I am using a DSLR. I have a fairly good idea of the
compositions I want to capture again, and I am committed to doing my
best.
But life is often a reminder that good
intentions only go so far. This morning, during my long walk on the
hills of Itaipava, it occurred to me that everything seems to comply
against my desire to take good pictures. Losing the pin that attaches
the camera to the tripod's head was a definitive signal. I spent a
good amount of money on a used Manfrotto and left the pin attached to
the camera to avoid losing it. On the first day I used the tripod,
the pin got mysteriously detached from the camera and I have not
found it since. After two days looking for it, I decided to find something in my
fathers' garage to replace the pin. It is not a perfect fit, but it
works in keeping the camera steady.
| UV scattered by humidity, bush in front of view target mountains in the distance 35 mm prime, 8:00 a.m., ISO 400, f/14, 1/320 |
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Street on the hill showing dark versus light and view in the distance 35 mmm prime, 7:50 a.m. , ISO 100, f/5.6, 1/200 |

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