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Dawn of the Dead
I guess I lied. Or at least fibbed. I do apparently still take pictures of sunrises. While most of Monroe county (here in western NY) was preparing to invade the local malls early today (Black...
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A Day for Sports
At least I was indoors. No frozen fingers to worry about here. Just the question of how to photograph your grandson (the one with the basketball) in a very dimly lit gym. Either I’m getting really...
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The Culprit
Sometimes pictures just happen. Sometimes they just sort of materialize in front of you, while you’re standing there looking at something else. Like yesterday afternoon. I was wandering around down...
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(Not) In the Pink
I’m not complaining, but over the last month or so I’ve lost a bit of my usual mobility. Somehow I managed to hurt the plantar fascia on my right foot (that long tendon that runs from the heel to the...
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A Hole in the System
There is, as far as I can tell, only one serious hole in my newly adopted Olympus system – a good, sharp, reliable telephoto lens. A lens that has enough reach to get you close to something that is...
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The Peacock Incident
Even with all of the bizarrely strange things going on in the world today (the shooting down of a commercial airliner over Ukraine, another ground war in Gaza, the immigration crisis on the Texas...
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49 and counting………
So here we are. One year away from 50 years of marriage. On this day, 49 years ago, Barbara and I were married in Spencerport, NY on a cold January evening, in the midst of the Vietnam War buildup,...
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A Bad Case of Gas
Now that the holiday season has come to an end and most people have gone back to work or school, there seems to be plenty of opportunity to return to more mundane ways of passing the time. You know,...
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Finding the Way
I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks. Groucho MarxFiled under: Around...
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