Tuesday, April 27, 2010

...onehundredseventeen/threehundredsixtyfive...

I swear it was 35 degrees plus wind chill at my daughter's baseball practice she was freezing but was surprisingly tough about it.  Very minimal whining from her, I, on the other hand, am a huge wuss and that was pure torture.















I took a few minutes to play with my flash and reflectors (again).  Not the greatest composition, just a rock that my daughter found on the train tracks on Sunday.  I was merely practicing bounce flash techniques.  However, it does make a great case for why off camera flash is nearly essential.