Yesterday was a very traumatic day. Very.
I was almost killed by a spider. Yes, a lowly, evil arachnid almost did me in. I'm still far too traumatized to write about it, so I'm slapping some pictures we took with a little point and shoot we just bought (and I'm thinking I'm not too keen on it), and calling it good. Not only that, I can't talk about the events of yesterday without peppering my sentences with f-bombs and every other expletive I can think of. People...I almost bit the big one all because of a fucking stupid spider!
*Deep breath in....exhale*
OK, I think I've regained my composure enough to get on with things.
The hubby deemed this past Saturday as "Get mommy out of the house and reacquaint her with fresh air and semi-sunshine day." He was even kind enough to make sure my "panic baggie" was loaded with Xanax and a sledge hammer. Yes I said sledge hammer. Sometimes being around other humans becomes overwhelming and I start to go into "meltdown mode." This is a sad but true fact. Well OK, he didn't exactly pack a hammer, just the Xanax and some paper bags to breath into or barf into, whichever happened first. I don't doubt though that given some of my freak-outs from other recent field trips he drags me on, screaming and kicking, out of the house, that he's wanted to pack a hammer, thereby putting me out of my misery and everyone else's too.
Saturday was pretty blustery with winds exceeding 40MPH along the coast. Ideal for me because that meant nobody was out there. Not so ideal for for the Little Imp and the hubby because it turned 47F temps into something that felt like 35F. I was tempted to tell them to suck it up. But I didn't. Instead I snapped some pics and we got back into the car and I listened to the two of them act like they'd been exploring the arctic tundra in the dead of winter, rather than the Maine coastline on an early April afternoon.
I was going for "artsy fartsy" and think I ended up with just "fartsy."
I wasn't able to fool with the ISO, light levels or anything else that I normally can when I have my big behemoth camera with me. Oh well.
Do you think they're trying to tell me something?
I love blustery days along the coast. So much colour and the water seems alive and almost vocal!
Again, a point and shoot isn't ideal for capturing just how volatile the water actually was. Swells were hitting 6+ feet and the breaking waves along the rocks were really amazing. A point and shoot is simply too slow to capture that kind of awesomeness.
Finally, what's a post full of my photos without some lovely smiles courtesy of the Little Imp?

