After 3 long weeks of solo-parenting, my husband came back from the wilds, macro lens in tow. It’s hard being married to a biologist, but considering it’s my passion, too, how can I fault him? He’s always been the one to photograph the birds and the bugs, thus is the main proprietor of the 100 mm macro. Now that I can steal some moments in the garden with the lens, I’m becoming smitten, too. It’s a lot harder than it looks – tripod came out, and there were some awkward poses trying to capture the right angles and the right plane. But the glorious morning shafts of light were mesmerizing, creating lovely lines through shadows and texture.
macro lens + magic hour = some intriguing garden lines