Jeff and Sam the bush Mice

Well the Warrumbungles were a disappointment to say the least the blackman camping area was as nice as a coles car park. We did not get an off road camper trailer to park on the tar in a National Park. So we chose the other camping area in the Warrumbungles which was just a big open field with a male and female long drop. We did not intend to stay there for as long as we did but Rowan Bestmann was offering a 2 day photography course which I thought I would like to attend. It was ok, we learnt 3 things, shutter speed, ISO and aperture. We learnt these on the first morning so what we did for the next day and a half who knows. In my wisdom and exploration of my creative side I made up a poem to assist me in remembering these 3 aspects of my camera and it may very wel assist you in yours - so here goes.......

LET TIME STAND STILL
Shutter doors, shutter doors, open and close
Allow enough time for my picture to expose
From 1 – 6000th its measured in time
Bringing a streak of light for my stars to shine.

ISO ISO who’s sensitive to light
Make my picture bright even if I take it at night
A grainy image may not look sincere
Just reduce your ISO and get your picture clear.

As for Aperture the blur we require
Help find our “point of Focus” before we retire
The lower the aperture the more blurry we may find
Remembering everything in front of our “point of Focus” should be behind.

So love what your see when you hear that click
And Freeze time in a frame its a magical trick.......

Anyway thinking of the other things that I remember about the Warrumbungles, I remember Jeff and Sam two little bush mice that decided that our camper trailer was the nearest MacDonalds. Every so often there would be scratching and chewing and Rod would bang on the side of the trailer all hours of the night scaring them away in which they would just return an hour later and look for the next snack. So the following night we closed up everything, threw out the rubbish did not leave a crumb in the kitchen. Jeff and Sam decided that seeing there was nothing in the kitchen there must be something in the bedroom. They could smell the left over remains in our coffee cup. So here we have Rod sleeping like a baby..... the next minute he shoots up out of the bed and is totally freaked. Jeff the mouse had run across his face. Well that was it, the next thing he is running around the small area which you can’t swing a cat in screaming every time Jeff runs near his foot although he is trying to hit him with a plunger and a dustpan. (Why the hell would you take a plunger camping, you may ask, well it is how I do my washing. It is quite an ingenious idea thought of by Rod and it really works, plunger in a bucket is the same as a washing machine just a bit more muscular effort) Anyway back to Rod running around the room with a plunger and a dustpan in his undies jumping every now and again so high that you would think there was a snake in the room. He finally has Jeff under the plunger and now looks to me to do something. He plunged once or twice and sadly Jeff was no more however the next night Sam had a three course meal left waiting for him in the kitchen with dessert as long as he stayed out of our sleeping room..... Good on you Rod