I will offer you a flash light to find your way through these shadowy lit photo remembrances of the event I recorded, supposedly as future memory heirlooms!
That's my A getting ready to sit down with her French horn. She is the ONLY French horn player!! See, That's her, right behind that guy looking to the side in the white shirt. The same guy that further spoiled all my other dark exposure photos by being right in the way of my view from where I was sitting!! Do I sound frustrated? I'm not. Really I'm not. I'M NOT!!...
Here's my A getting ready to play. Yep! There's that guy with his head in the way. Right where her French horn is!!!
I handed the camera off so someone else could snap a photo to at least show her instrument. Not a prize winning photo either. I feel a LITTLE better.
We were sitting in bleachers; packed in like adult sardines in preteen size seats. Finally I stood up to get this photo. Nope. Still that guy up front with his head in the way!!!!!!
Then they changed their lighting to do the changing of the guard; sixth grade please file to your audience seats while 7th graders take the front and center spot. Turn your flash light off now- you're wasting the batteries!! There is A with her long beautiful hair in the center of the photo carrying her French horn. Protecting it from all her less careful band mates that bump into her and dent her shiny horn. I have seen the results. Wrinkles in a French horn don't iron out.
Well, maybe I will get the hang of the new camera before the next concert. Maybe I will decide to get the film camera fixed before the next concert. My film camera is like a comfortable old friend.
