Photography of Flowers 137 
easy to do, but for a novice whose previous education has 
not included a course in squeezing bulbs it is a difficult 
science. 
Your hand seems a thousand miles from the directing 
brain, and the communicating command to squeeze loiters on 
the threshold of the spinal cord, proceeds leisurely to the 
shoulder, and down to the hand as if out for a holiday. 
Meantime the hand waits for the word and wonders if the 
cable is cut. I gave a nervous, tremulous, continuous grip, 
and then fearing that I had not done it properly, I gave 
another, and the deed was doubly done. It had been an agi- 
tating hour, and while I longed to make instant use of the 
newly gained knowledge that double squeezes are an evidence 
of a perturbed mind, I felt I had had enough excitement for 
that day and was satisfied to close the camera and walk into 
the house, assured that I had fulfilled every condition, and 
that my initial attempt was undoubtedly successful, if some- 
what flurried. 
I was truly distressed when the first roll of developed films 
was placed in my hands—they were worthless; and more than 
this, the lupines had gone by, as well as the various other 
things I had taken, so they were lost to me for a whole year. 
The second roll was edifying, but not useful. Then in a 
sapient moment, I decided to keep an exact record of my mis- 
takes, confident that, in the course of time, I should cover the 
entire range of possible errors, and it would be a pleasure to 
know what not to do, for I was not in the least disheartened. 
So I ruled out a little memorandum book thus: 
Date |No. Set} Time | Diaphragm | Distance} Subject | Hour | Weather |Results 
and I have kept a careful report of every exposure taken. As 
I look over the column marked Results, I am surprised at 
