Breaking the Rules

So on Saturday, after sitting in the dirt, lying on my back and narrowly dodging being crushed by a frisky quadruped*, I managed to get one or two shots that might be considered photography. In the good sense, I mean. This is one. But I think it ignores a tiny little rule called the rule of thirds.




Just hazarding a guess here - but the leaf and the fence post are almost dead center. On the other hand, the background is finally out of focus.

I was working with my 55-200mm lens. Which I hate. Loathe. Detest. Probably because I can't get the hang of it. I have come to the conclusion I need a wide lens. Or a macro lens.

That photo workshop can't get here soon enough.

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*For the first time in my life, I saw a 95 pound dog spring straight up, like a cartoon, in order to leap at my 75 pound dog. Lest you think the big one is a bully, it only takes a curl of the lip from the small one to warn him off. But the leap was a thing of beauty. Of course, I was standing there clutching a fortune in camera equipment but caught zero because I was laughing so hard.