Well sort of.
Wednesday my new 55-200mm lens arrived--I can't tell you how excited I was to take it out of its box and attach it to my camera so I could try it out! I first used this particular lens at the NASCAR races last year where the bathrooms made my day. I borrowed my friend's lens for taking photographs of the passing race cars and was hooked on its ability to take crisp, close photographs. When my kit lens broke a few months ago and I had to borrow another friend's entire camera (a Canon 50D), it was hooked up to a similar lens and I remembered why I wanted to get this lens so badly.
Now with my road trip coming up in just a little over a week from now, I knew I had to get the 55-200mm lens for taking photographs of people and objects far away. I also think this lens will be perfect for taking candid photos of family during my husband's family reunion in Utah. If his family is anything like mine, I am sure I'll get to record all of life's precious memories like Uncle Bob hiding his beer, Cousin Joe teasing Cousin Jill, and Grandma Erma plucking her chin hairs. Wait. Maybe that last one is me. Oh help me, I hope my husband doesn't have family with those real names.
You'd think I'd know that by now.
But you can be sure I'll let you know.
So anyway, yesterday I tried out my new lens at a local park. I wasn't sure where to go to give my lens a test drive, but since I really needed to get out of the house and away from the kids and yet felt too tired to drive to the country, the pond with the ducks had to suffice.
One thing I learned right off the bat is that at the 55-200mm range I could not get a real wide landscape shot. So, I turned to shooting trumpet vines in trees and little yellow flowers on the ground.
Then came the ducks sitting by and in the pond.
Everything was going great...
Until I met this fella.
You know how side mirrors in vehicles say "Warning: Objects in Mirror are Closer than They Appear"? Well, someone should put a warning on this lens that reads something similar. Before I knew it, mister nice goose was trying to beat me up.
Really you little, I mean BIG, goose...you think you're going to nip at my feet? Well look at what this foot can do to your butt.
Well, at least that is what I was thinking.
I would never actually ever hurt a bird. Never.
Well, unless it was a Mexican Grackle. Then I would. I'd kick his butt so hard he'd be able to smell his anus.
PS: I have no idea how both those links are related to NASCAR. Bless my heart.