Wild Jungle Animals on a rampage. . . . .
Easily subdued by the Queen of the Jungle, Bonnie. . . .
And isn't this little guy cute?
(and my kids wondered what I'd do when they left home! Ha!)
Playing with my 105 mm 2.0 really cool macro lens. Just seeing what I can do with it. All are shot in manual mode, with manual focus, delayed timer trigger, RAW, bean bag tripod on the floor and me lying on my stomach, VR off, ISO 400, wb Incandescent. The top photo was at f/32 and ss: 20". Bonnie, Queen of the Jungle was at f/5.6; ss: .4". And the little tiger on the bottom was at f/3; ss: 1/3".
And now, for some Warped Angela Philosphy:
I listened today to NPR talking about single women in the their 40s getting to a point where they regret not marrying and having a life partner. The author who was being interviewed said that some women have been making the mistake of looking for the perfect partner, and that they would be happier looking for "good enough". She said a woman needs to think more in terms of someone who will complement her, will be a good partner in life and in running the household/raising children. She said this was quite controversial and flew in the face of romantic ideals of finding "the one." The mail she got showed a definite pattern. People who had been married a good number of years readily admit the imperfection of their spouses. . . and themselves, but that they love each other immensely "anyway."
So of course, I asked my husband, "Honey. . . dear. .. . am I perfect!" Ha! One of those questions that make all husbands worth their salt suddenly perk up and take notice. They know they've got to carefully navigate a minefield, fraught with danger, and that the whole weekend could hinge on how they deal with THIS one.
And you know what this sweetest guy on the planet said? He said, "Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but no one's perfect. But you come really, really close."
Awwwwww! He's perfect for me!
This was actually one of the most important things I learned, though, in being a parent. I was knocking myself out, early on, trying to be perfect. And then I realized I just needed to be a good enough mom; that anyone could ALWAYS do better, but good enough will do really well.
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