The road into the halfway point of Saturday’s ride was lined with signs. They were photos of kids with cancer, the colors of which were running in the rain. It looked like they were crying. Or maybe that was me.I knew the biking would be hard, physically. I knew the night before that the conditions would be challenging. I was not prepared, though, for the people lining the roads with signs, screaming and cheering encouragement in the pouring rain. I was so grateful for every one of them. I kept thanking them. ‘Thank you. Thank you for coming out. Thank you for being here.’  And almost every time I got back ‘No, thank you. Thank you for riding. Thank you for doing this.’ Every one of them had been touched by this disease. Every one of them had felt powerless in the face of it, and wanted to find a way to make some difference. When we pulled into that rest stop, Mel turned around and said to me, ‘Was that supposed to help? I was practically bawling.’  I don’t know if it was supposed to help. But nothing about this is easy. That much I do know.

There is still time to donate if you are so inclined. The PMC hopes to raise 40 million dollars by October 1st and every little bit helps.
http://www2.pmc.org/profile/KW0158
  • Camera: GoPro HERO3+ Black Edition
  • Aperture: f/2.8
  • Exposure: 1/200th
  • Focal Length: 2mm

The road into the halfway point of Saturday’s ride was lined with signs. They were photos of kids with cancer, the colors of which were running in the rain. It looked like they were crying. Or maybe that was me.

I knew the biking would be hard, physically. I knew the night before that the conditions would be challenging. I was not prepared, though, for the people lining the roads with signs, screaming and cheering encouragement in the pouring rain. I was so grateful for every one of them. I kept thanking them. ‘Thank you. Thank you for coming out. Thank you for being here.’  And almost every time I got back ‘No, thank you. Thank you for riding. Thank you for doing this.’ Every one of them had been touched by this disease. Every one of them had felt powerless in the face of it, and wanted to find a way to make some difference.

When we pulled into that rest stop, Mel turned around and said to me, ‘Was that supposed to help? I was practically bawling.’  

I don’t know if it was supposed to help. But nothing about this is easy. That much I do know.

There is still time to donate if you are so inclined. The PMC hopes to raise 40 million dollars by October 1st and every little bit helps.

http://www2.pmc.org/profile/KW0158

Last night Mel said, I’d much rather be drinking a coke with Kris Kono than doing this ride. It made my eyes fill up. But only one of those options is open to us, so ride we will.

konocopia:

20 miles in Rhode Island, from East Providence to Bristol and back, into a beautiful sunset. We feel ready.
  • Camera: GoPro HERO3+ Black Edition
  • Aperture: f/2.8
  • Exposure: 1/250th
  • Focal Length: 2mm

konocopia:

20 miles in Rhode Island, from East Providence to Bristol and back, into a beautiful sunset. We feel ready.

I had someone describe me the other day as someone who has beautiful lenses. The first 3 sentences of introduction of me to the table had to do with the cost of my gear. She did mention that I was talented, literally as an aside. “Of course, she is very talented.’ she said. ‘But she has these prime, you have prime lenses, right?…’ I was speechless.

I’ll tell you a secret. It’s not the gear. It’s the light.


The glass is important, believe me. There is a reason those lenses are so expensive. They can take you to the next level. But I see bad photographs every day and the problem is never the gear. It’s always the light.

Get good with the gear you have. Figure out how to take a good picture with a crappy camera. Otherwise you are wasting your money.

That won’t help raise my standing with jealous amateur photographers. But it’s true.