I spent the entire day trying to figure out how to High Speed Sync my Nikon D610 to my YN560 IV Flash so that I can shoot above 1/250th of a second. Honestly it took all day. It turns out that the YN560 IV Flash is not actually HSS compatible.
IF SOMEONE OUT THERE KNOWS BETTER AND I A WRONG PLEASE INFORM ME BEFORE I THROW MY YN560 IV SPEEDLIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF A CAR.
Then in the evening I had a really lovely and high energy family session. We shot at the Biltmore Estate which means thousands of acres of fields with nobody else around, yes, thank you, I'll have some more of that. I shot the most wild, gorgeous, rough-and-tumble family this side of the Mississippi AND their two puppies. It was amazing.
My mother in law took care of the bug while I stayed in my room all day read a manual - I actually read a manual- and then when I went out to shoot. Olive turns six months tomorrow at 3pm and I have officially managed to leave her twice. It's not that I am nervous to leave her with other people- well, not her grandmothers, anyway- it's just that I find her really fun and cute and entertaining and I like her around.
I don't want to be like Lucille Bluth and Buster and be on the cover of Motherbaby when she's 35 but it's looking like a possibility.
When I came home she was all happy, she wanted to climb around on me as if I were a jungle gym, and she did my favorite thing where she puts both hands on the side of my face, studies me for a minute, and then slowly brings her face towards mine as if to kiss me, but instead she sucks on my cheek.
I got to put her to bed. She's a big kid now and sleeps in a size medium zippadee zip (it's actually called a zippadee zip) and this one has poppies on it. We read a book about rabbits reading bedtime stories in cozy dens- kind of meta, now that I think about it.
I need to be straight with you here: I prize coziness above all else. Sometimes I'd give anything to be a rabbit in a quiet, warm den, and the chaotically noisy world where neighbors ride their lawnmowers for sport and the other neighbors are a bunch of college aged twerps in a really shitty band with huge amps and like eight drum sets- that world is so far away it's as if it doesn't exist at all.
Dave tells me I need to go to sleep. Whenever I come home from a shoot I'm generally pretty keyed up and high on the experience and I jump into editing and stay at the computer till deep into then night.
Dave also wants me to clean the juicer. He hasn't said anything about it but I know he wants me to do it. It's been sitting on the counter for days.
Oh God help me. I just looked over my shoulder at the juicer, and right behind the juicer is the shelf with the coffee bean jar, and I just noticed that's it's only got a few beans left in it, which means no Dynamite Daymaker Tomorrow, at least not first thing.
That really bums me out. I no longer have the will to write anything.