Theres no story to be told this time, just a few photos of things i thought you might like to see.
Well, maybe one little story…
Some of you, my most perceptive and tasteful of readers, have said nice things about a few of my photos. That got me thinking. Years ago, I trooped around half the planet lugging a camera bag filled with an Olympus OM-1 and a half dozen lenses. The camera was completely manual: pick the aperture, the exposure speed, and focus. I loved it: the complete control and the feeling that I had created something rather than simply pushed a button.
Jump forward a few years and the bag and everything in it were stolen. Since Olympus was out of the SLR business by then, State Farm generously replaced everything with the latest Nikon gear. Later, I sold the camera body via eBay to a guy in Poland.
I gave no thought to the collection of top-notch Nikor autofocus lenses sitting quietly in a rarely visited closet. Until, that is, you lot started saying nice things about the odd photo and I got to missing the joy of creating a photo rather than taking one.
So on a recent trip to Portland (motto: we have no idea what to do with the homeless, but we have no sales tax) I visited the excellent Pro Photo and told them my tale. i left with a used Nikon D750 DSLR fully compatible with my lens collection.
Expect good things. But not in this post because I didn’t bring the Nikon to Arizona. We’ve plowed this field before, I thought. Turns out, I could have used it.
Above is an amusing sign that asks cars crawling along the narrow road to the “best” (and only) hotel in Jerome, Arizona to take it easy.
Pickleball … officially old. That made me chuckle. Lots of controversy around here about the noise generated from the game and the well-documented tennis vs pickleball courts. But as someone said in a local news article as a warning to the local city council who wanted to shut down the courts to study the matter “We’re old. We want to play pickleball and we want to play now. Don’t piss us off.”