I shuffled through the house Christmas morning, with my new lens locked and loaded looking for test subjects. I sat on the edge of the front room couch, lighted on the stool in the kitchen and then slumped into a seat at my dining room table. I was a bit frustrated after taking scads of pictures: everything looked so different through this lens, so much closer than I had expected. It was hard to hold the camera still enough, difficult to focus, required more light. I was quickly learning that I did not have the knowledge I needed to get a good picture with this lens. I would need to spend some extra time planning, composing and capturing images.
I moved to the front room window to test it out. Through the window I caught a shot of the patio bricks eight feet beyond, and then . . .
. . .a weed in the neighbors driveway 100 feet away, and then . . .
A crow near the top of a tree in the next neighborhood over, at least 300 feet past my windowpane.
I'm starting to feel a little better about my lens now. Amazing what sitting back, looking at the big picture and then focusing in from a distance can do.