My husband and I were in Yellowstone, and I spied a few bison in a meadow with a convenient path to the left side of it leading to a grove of trees. So I took my tripod, my FM and my 500 mirror and hiked up the 100 yards to the trees, leaving Hubby with the Suburban. I set up my gear, only to find the camera's mirror was jammed, so I took off the lens held it between my knees, while I unjammed the mirror. At that very moment, I felt a hot breath in my left ear. I turned my head and came face to face with a very large black nose inches from mine. A group of batchelor male Bison had snuck up on me and were curiously sniffing me. What do you do with a 500 mm lens between your knees, a camera on a tripod in your hands, a group of curious adult Bison within inches, and by now a slightly alarmed bison stamping and swishing his tail in a field about 30 yards away? Not to mention a husband who is now waving an alarm about the animal in the field, but who knows nothing about the bovine spectators hidden in the trees behind me!

Actually, all went well. I talked to my big friends, telling them I was leaving just as soon as I could reassemble my gear, I simply packed up everything and walked slowly to the car. My spectators just watched me. They were obviously not in an aggressive mood and were used to seeing people, but I have heard stories about serious problems with Bison. The curious thing was that I really was not frightened after the initial surprise of that VERY big nose in my ear, and I still do not know why.

My husband and I were in Yellowstone, and I spied a few bison in a meadow with a convenient path to the left side of it leading to a grove of trees. So I took my tripod, my FM and my 500 mirror and hiked up the 100 yards to the trees, leaving Hubby with the Suburban. I set up my gear, only to find the camera's mirror was jammed, so I took off the lens held it between my knees, while I unjammed the mirror. At that very moment, I felt a hot breath in my left ear. I turned my head and came face to face with a very large black nose inches from mine. A group of batchelor male Bison had snuck up on me and were curiously sniffing me. What do you do with a 500 mm lens between your knees, a camera on a tripod in your hands, a group of curious adult Bison within inches, and by now a slightly alarmed bison stamping and swishing his tail in a field about 30 yards away? Not to mention a husband who is now waving an alarm about the animal in the field, but who knows nothing about the bovine spectators hidden in the trees behind me!

Actually, all went well. I talked to my big friends, telling them I was leaving just as soon as I could reassemble my gear, I simply packed up everything and walked slowly to the car. My spectators just watched me. They were obviously not in an aggressive mood and were used to seeing people, but I have heard stories about serious problems with Bison. The curious thing was that I really was not frightened after the initial surprise of that VERY big nose in my ear, and I still do not know why.

About a decade ago a Realtor asked me to take pictures of her listing for the MLS because I was considering going into real estate photography. She said she wanted me to get a taste of how difficult real estate photography was. She gave me the code to the lockbox and told me that the sellers were out of town so I could go whenever I wanted. I told her when I was going to go and she said fine. I got to the property and there was a guy working on his truck in the driveway. He said, "You must be here to take pictures of the house. Front door's open." He closed the hood, got into the truck, and peeled out of the gravel driveway. "Whatever," I thought. I went inside. From the front door I could see across the living room and into the kitchen where a nude woman was standing at the stove. She looked at me and took off for what I presume was her bedroom. I quickly went outside and to my car to call the Realtor, who did not answer her phone. About five minutes later the (fully dressed) woman comes out, tells me the house is mine, gets in her car, and peels out of the driveway. I took my pictures and left. I'm thinking that the guy and gal were having a fight and I walked in on the middle of it. I sure would have hated to be the guy when he came home. It was my first, last, and only job as a real estate photographer; Ms. Realtor certainly helped me get a taste of how difficult real estate photography was.

Mom 86 and her friend (88) are looking over some of my photos.

The friend asks if I develop them myself in my own darkroom or do I send them out.
I explained they are digital and you don't have to develop them.

well her husbands hobby was photography and they had a darkroom and he developed his own pictures.
Then mom chimed in, my uncle had a dark room and she helped him develop his pictures.
You have to either have a darkroom or send them out.

Try as I could I couldnt make them understand you could print them on your home computer.

So if I can get them at my house I'll shoot a pic of them and then print it, They will be amazed.

Just a fun story about photography, cause Im tired of reading should I buy a Nikon Or Canon posts.

do you have a quick fun photography story for us to enjoy?