Russ was here. But don’t tell anyone.

15 October 2007

It should be safe to write this, as my aunt and uncle are on safari in Africa at the moment and probably not checking in on Dreamdust. My cousin, Russ, came down to visit last week in order to get a lesson on his new toy: a Nikon D80. The D80 that his parents don’t know he’s bought yet, because he’s meant to be a poor houseowner. But it’s totally ok, because the camera was an absolute steal at £200 on eBay. And in any case, if they give him trouble, he can just arrest them. He’s a policeman, you see.

John taught Russ the scientific stuff about aperture and shutter speed and I nodded along, adding the occasional piece of wisdom while knitting a sleeve. Then I cocked up the knitting and had to wait for Mum to come home for her to sort it out before I could continue any further.

Russ seemed to absorb all the information well, so we’ve got another happy snapper in the family and I guess that all we’re going to see at family get-togethers from now on is various Nikons glued to various faces. I also deemed Russ handsome enough to tell him that come Christmas I’m expecting him to join in the next 7 Days at Flickr. Incidentally, speaking of Flickr, I blocked my foot friend. I didn’t want him exploring my stream any further and coming across my entire set of feet photos. So to speak.