But of course, it wasn't. Although I must say that I fretted silently as we carpooled to the site with a classmate who turned out to be a professional photographer, just back from Germany and on her way to Panama.
So this morning John and I attended a photo class at Bald Hill Farm. It was led by photographer Kurt Norlin, who turned out to be the nicest, most unassuming and non-threatening person.
Although it was supposed to be a landscape photography class, I mostly took other kinds of pictures.
Equipment languishing in the weeds.
Maybe my favorite picture.
Even when they are rusty.
You know it's a good class when it is accompanied by an overweight lab with a stick in his mouth.