Early last week I was up at sunrise and found myself with several hours of alone time courtesy of Owen and Scott's continuing jet lag. I made and ate my first fried egg ever, runny yolk and all. Then I figured out how to french braid my own hair. (Think how many hours I could have saved you in high school, mom!). And then I went for a walk in the fields and experimented with macro photography. That's one of the shots I took in the post above. Last fall when I made the mistake of signing up for Basic Digital Photography (sounds innocuous, right?) and found myself in a room with people who had decades of experience and multiple bags for all their fancy camera paraphernalia, "macro" was one of their favorite pieces of jargon, and I had no idea what they were talking about. In my insecurity, I imagined they kept bringing it up just so I would know I didn't belong. Let's call it a middle school moment for me. I decided only snobs shot macro.
But now I'm here in Italy surrounded by so much beautiful light and color and scent, and I'm already afraid of going home and losing the details. So I started zooming in.