Funny, that feeling, when it’s come all the way around to realize it again, that when I touch that shutter button I have no sense of where and how far out I’m actually sending the signal of my moment.
and all their cool toys made me want to fall back in love with my little Leica pixiecam.
even when it’s my own. And my wife’s. And my children’s. My life is a speakeasy song. Drink, I do.
The White House, with it’s new apiary and kitchen garden on the lawn, was cool, from behind the gate and mesh that stands you a long block away. But rock hard ice ball high jinks were way more alluring. I got bulls eye’d a few times. Felt a bit like Reagan.
