Wilson's back yard, a new classic in my eye. Fire-pit, roasting chilis, croquet, great sunset view, good times. He had an equinox fire last night (wish I could have gone! How was it Dan?). One time he had a solstice party too, in deep snow. Wilson is the king of pagan celebrations, which is a good throne to sit upon, I think. Wait, is he actually a modern day deity?
not my forte to be sure. So last night, I went to use the in-camera flash, and it popped out and this little piece of plastic flew out. After that, the camera just started beeping and wouldn't take pictures. It kept beeping until I took the battery out. Jeez. So that's a bummer. Earlier in the night, I went to pick up some dog poop, but the poop bag had a hole in it. So I got some poop on my hands and I stepped in some too. So, bad night! At least I skunked P. later, so that wasn't too bad.
Cormorant. That's basically the official bird of me and p's marriage. They do the funniest dance. I think she may have taken this last one. She was heavy duty SLRing. Yeah! The colors came out sort of weird on these. Sort of aged. I'm not complaining.
Rhetorical question: Should I repair my Mamiya nc1000, for which I have three prime lenses, the camera is small, unreliable, manual, and awesome, or should I repair the lens for the canon, which is large, in charge, smarter than me, and quiet and awesome?
life is full of difficult questions.
Stewie smoking in the sunlight; chilis were roasting on the grill and burning in our guts.
balls at blue sky, in that weird gallery part; I think it's called the 9 Gallery, or something. The place where they don't have photos. Blue Sky is really neat! Photography is cool!