Yesterday was a very late afternoon run to hunt for butterflies and try and take pictures of them using cunning manual settings.
Even before I set out, I was doubtful as to how this would work; I managed to set the ISO to 800, but in manual mode you don't seem to be able to use the zoom, and the camera kept asking to set the aperture and I wasn't able to figure out how.
I was just going to leave it at the default of F6.5 so heaven only knows how that would have worked out. A bit dark at 800 ISO?
I never got a chance to find out, as the buddleias in the butterfly park at Beacon Hill Reserve where totally devoid of butterflies. I'd left it too late, and as they afternoon had turned chilly, the flutterers must have turned for home.
It had already been a slightly trying afternoon; in order to run along Clay Lane, I'd suddenly had to run the gauntlet of thistles and nettles 3/4 of the way along in my running shorts, leaving my legs looking like salami. The escape routes off the lane had been blocked with piles of manure, as if a farmer was setting traps for unwary runners.
No doubt, if I'd trod in the wrong places I'd have fallen into a pit of spikes or found myself suspended by my ankle.
The lane looked very mysterious as it was, rendered tunnel like in places by overgrowing vegetation, sunlight dappling through. The urban farm - apparently populated by rescue animals - now seems to have gotten hold of some young highland bulls, it's all getting rather busy down there.
Apart from butterflies. None of those.
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