I have been averaging 20,000 miles a year on my vehicles since 1998. I hate driving. I hate this view. I relish the day I am wealthy enough to have a driver. At least, perhaps, a shorter commute.
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I hear the arguments. High Fructose Corn Sugar is chemically the same as refined white surgar. Bah I respond. I can taste the difference. I enjoy the Mexican Pepsi so much I treat it to the fancy glass when I partake.
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Every time I take a picture of the moon the song “We Like The Moon” via the geniuses over at rathergood.com plays in my head. This is a moon shot taken with the nifty fifty. Even with tripod a bit jittery and out of focus. I’ll keep trying.
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My first thought was a light airplane. Cessna variety. Then I remembered I didn’t hear the sound of a propeller engine, much less anything resembling an airplane. Given the hour of the photograph, it is probably safe to assume a Mack truck could have driven by and there is a…
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For two thousand years this spectacle has amazed us. While goofing off during my attempt to capture a moment in time of the Perseid meteor shower, I instead decided to spin my camera on the tripod just because. Following is the result.
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As with all good things, the night must end to give way to the new.
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un·a·mused /ˌənəˈmyo͞ozd/ Adjective Not responding in a positive way to something intended to be amusing; feeling somewhat annoyed or disapproving.
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Showing a little attitude.
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I have not taken a self portrait, or selfie as they are called these days, in quite a while. First shot, something wasn’t quite right. Added Sam Adams, problem solved. Make over complete.