I've always liked taking pictures. Even back when I was a kid with a snazzy new 110 camera, I enjoyed taking pictures on vacation. I guess it's in the blood. My dad has always been the crazy tourist-guy with a camera around his neck; toting a camera bag with 420 lenses and filters, and a tripod. I must have learned from him.
So here are a few early attempts at picture-taking, while on vacation, by yours truly...
This is a picture of Haleakala Crater in Hawaii. It's beautiful. It's a volcano that's cool and no longer active. My parents made us get up before the sun so we could drive to the top and watch the sunrise.
Here's a picture of Haleakala Crater at sunrise. Gorgeous, no?
And here's a more typical example of the kind of pictures I took back then. The backs of my mom's and my sister's heads. Nice.
This is a picture of a parade on Oahu for Kamehameha Day. The thing I like best about this picture is the apparent drunkeness of the guy who painted the white line on the road.
OK, here we have a picture of the Grand Canyon. Beautiful! Not a bad picture.
And here I am back to taking pictures of the backs of heads. Dawn, Dawn, Dawn...
I guess it could be worse. I could be the dork with the tripod, taking pictures of his wife just sitting there. Hey, wait a minute....that guy looks just like....DAD! Put the tripod away already!Or this guy who climbed a stone wall to take a picture of a weed. Wait a minute....Is that....DAD! Get down from there! We're waiting for you!
My dad was always coming up with these great ideas for pictures. "Hey girls, hang off the side of these rocks like you're climbing up a mountain and I'll take a picture of you." (You should see all the pictures my parents have of me and my sister in a tree!)
"Hey Dawn, sit on the edge of this wall. What? You're scared? I know there's a 500,000 foot drop. Just don't fall. You'll be fine. Now smile."
Meanwhile, I was taking pictures of a cactus that looked like Ernie.
and cacti that looked like they had mustaches...
Now here's a picture of the lovely Boundary Waters between Minnesota and Canada. I took a canoe trip there when I was in highschool. I was insane back then.
"Oh no, we don't need to be rescued. Thank you anyway. No really, we purposely ran our canoe into the rocks. We just wanted a closer view of a um, a DUCK! Yeah, that's it! We saw a duck over here in the trees, so we thought we'd just paddle over and check it out. What? No, we weren't screaming, silly. No, we were um, just squealing because we were so happy. You know, to see the duck."
This is what we ate on this trip. Dehydrated junk cooked up with lake water. Mmmm.
This is some more lovely
And the best part - this was our bathroom when we camped on the Minnesota side. Nope, you aren't missing the walls. There are none. That's right, it's just a box in the middle of the woods. This was luxurious compared to the Canadian side. Let's just say - you needed a shovel to go there.
And you wonder why I hate camping now.
This concludes our slide show for tonight. Tune in next time for pictures of my room, misc. stuffed animals, and blurry people, taken when I was 10.