That’s the (slightly amended) title of one of the umpty gazillion “how to raise baby” books that seem to have appeared in our house over the last year or so. Whether it’s true or not, flash cards, or at least Compact Flash drives, are used frequently in our Nikon D70. They’re so useful–a tiny little square of plastic and who knows what all else, can hold up to 570 (according to the camera) 6 megapixel images. You can shoot anything you want, secure in the knowledge that a bad shot never has to even make it to the cutting room floor–you can delete it right from the camera. And good shots, rare though they may be, can be captured with ease and simplicity.
And today at Fern Forest, there were plenty of possibilities: dragonflies being territorial, dragonflies mating, softshell turtles swimming up to investigate the area right at my feet, Florida gar, some spotted, some plain. All these and more, left in the field because Einstein here forgot to put the Compact Flash card back in the camera yesterday…
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