Thursday night was a blessing, a confirmation of my decision to “pass the baton” of my photography class to Cheryl. While I enjoyed sharing my thoughts on composition that evening, as 9:00 pm rolled around I was tired and ready to call it a night. One of my students asked a question about capturing the little raindrop splashes formed when rain hits existing puddles. I froze — not because I couldn’t answer, but because class was over and unlike in the past, I did not want to stay late.
Cheryl jumped in and offered to take the two students who’d stayed behind (everyone else was gone) out to a fountain near the entrance of the building. She said they could play with their cameras and see what they came up with. I put my things in my car and then wondered over to the fountain to see how the impromptu shoot was going.
I could not be putting this class in better hands! Cheryl very generously explained some technical concepts required for shooting both moving water and shooting in low light. She then offered to pull her car around so the two students could use its headlights to play a little longer, since by this time it was well past 9:30 pm.
We have two classes left (if you don’t count the Saturday field trip to Galveston that I throw in as a “bonus”). I’m feeling a little bittersweet, but in a good way. I’ve already given some of my resource materials to Cheryl to use (or not) as she sees fit. There’s a lightening in my spirit with the passing of this particular responsibility.
I expect I’ll always enjoy making photographs of the things that I find lovely. For that reason, I expect my blog name will continue to be “A Scribbler & A Shutterbug” for the random occasion I share a visual story with you.
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We had five antique cameras from my dad and grandmother. We as in extended family….. my nephew had them displayed in his home. Got robbed. They took very few things but got those cameras. 😦
My goodness, how timely this post was for me. Not only did I “pass the baton” for Advanced Writing to younger profs Wednesday, but I had the little baby Brownie in the picture. My uncle was a cab driver and our birthday presents were always something someone had left in the back of the cab that was never claimed. I received many “cool” (sometimes not exactly ‘”age appropriate) presents in this manner. My mother was furious at her brother-in-law, but we kids were delighted!