Shooting Journal: Broken Wristed Photographer

Imagine a photographer who can't use her hands. This was my spring and most of my summer. After a spectacular fall, tripping over an irregularity in a sidewalk, fracturing both wrists and knocking out my two front teeth, the thought of picking up my D90 with its heavy Tamron 18-270 VR lens was not appealing in the least..

This happened on March 5th of this year. After a wrist surgery, a hand surgery and the ever-so-much-fun dental implant surgery, it was months before even shooting with my iPhone was possible. How could I not be photographing ... anything? I'm desperately addicted to creating and sharing images, so what to do?

As soon as I could manage using my mobile devices, I started going through the photo apps to see what was there that I could work with. Next, I downloaded Instagram and, because I love playing around with what I shoot, I started editing and uploading some of them. After a while, working on my Mac was easier and I downloaded a number of images from my website folders, favorites to display but low res and watermarked so they were to enjoy but not to pirate. Well... a few Likes from friends. Next I started adding keywords and next added a Facebook page to display my work as well. Now there were more Likes, more people to enjoy sharing ( OK, showing off to ). What you see is what you get, here.

Finally today, August 7th, I was able to pick up my " real " camera. There was a break in the heat and I enjoyed sitting in the shady back yard, watching squirrels and birds. I was puzzled by an unfamiliar bird that looked like a robin but not really. That was when the camera came out. I admit to wimping out with the autofocus and the Program setting. Walk before you run ( although apparently I do neither of those things well ). If you've ever broken the radius, the smaller of your forearm bones, you may have had the ulna, the larger bone, end up protruding more than you love. Aside from the inelegant appearance, it is surprisingly not comfortable to use your newly healed wrist to support a heavy lens.

That said, taking the easy out was a combination of readjusting to handling my equipment as well as shooting moving targets. Finally the not-a-robin held still long enough for a few decent shots. Next, a goldfinch landed his bright yellow little self on the golden Rudbeckia, begging to be a subject. After about 50 images, I found two - one of each bird - that I added to this website - the first this year. And it turns out that the not-a-robin is on fact a juvenile robin. Live and learn and carry your bird book.

You can imagine there have been a few dark days, dealing with the injuries and the endless healing, therapy and doctor visits. Hopefully that is now behind me and life can resume, Nikon firmly in hand once again. More to come!

Vintage Grunge Goldfinch Silhouette Poster


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