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All In the Details

My daughter Eustacia is pretty handy with a camera and takes pictures of things at angles I wouldn't think of. I have been using the oldest camera in the house, the one no one else wants, and I have been thinking about getting a new one just for me—nothing too fancy or too big—just a nice, digital camera with a functioning zoom option.

Until then, here is a closeup of one of my daughter's photos. Have any idea what it is cropped from? Click on the photo for the full shot.

Comments

dive said…
Wowee! That's amazing, Robyn (and Eustacia)!
I thought it looked like beautiful, stormy clouds, but who would have guessed?
An excellent shot.
9:14 AM
Shazza said…
Cool! At first I thought it was maybe a shot of the moon!

What is it exactly? A steel drum?
9:39 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Someone flying a kite?
10:04 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Nope. Still have no idea.
10:06 AM
Scout said…
Shazza, you've got it. It's the bottom of a steel pan. Because the metal is hammered, it's got all kinds of interesting reflecting abilities. I think it was just picking up images from the stage floor.

Lynn, someone flying a kite? hee hee
10:47 AM
Mrs. G. said…
Cool shot-I thought it was the Kansas sky during tornado season.
11:20 AM
MmeBenaut said…
Well I clicked and still didn't get it and then I read the comments and went back for another look and could barely make it out. I think I failed that test.
Eustacia sees some strange things Robyn. Have you talked to her about it?
My Camera is a Panasonic DMC-TZ3, as I just read on the top of it. If I hadn't looked, I wouldn't have been able to tell you that. M.B handed it down to me. It is a very good camera but doesn't have a viewfinder. I still like to put my eye right up to things and sometimes with reflections, one can't see what one is focussing on. So, my suggestion would be to pay a little more for a better camera because the damn things last a long time and quality is always best, if you can afford it.
12:19 AM
savannah said…
what an eye she has, sugar! great shot! xoxo
7:52 AM
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