Photo Woes

I am used to having the upper hand in most of my relationships—especially with pieces of technology. Computers tremble when I tap an inept user on the shoulder and say, "Let me sit there and see what I can do." Mighty TechnIsis can make those machines behave.

Whenever I reach for my new digital camera, however, it constantly reminds me that I am as unskilled a photographer as I am a brain surgeon. I had wanted to take magnificent portraits of my dogs, for one thing, but I usually end up with something like the one below when I load the images into my computer:



So today I decided to shoot the hibiscuses in Elizabeth's front yard.




It's hard, I've learned, to fuck up flowers.