Maybe with a fisheye
After a confusing double-header session with chat windows, involving a cousin and a sibling, here’s the thing. An honest politician is hard to find, and vacations are too short.,
Nothing new there. All that learning before supper. And now, the long weekend is underway. The bus came on time. The rain didn’t. My desk was clear, and a brief visit by an old friend (he doesn’t know he’s old, yet) made the day worthwhile. Ahead of me… two dogs vying for attention, a pool pump to repair, the realization that I might have to go shopping for clothes (what, another year gone by already?). Challenging routine.
The alarm company sent me a letter, to notify of a raise in rates: thirty-one cents a month. By my calculation, they spent the first six months of profit just to let me know. Thin margin. It must be hard to make a go of a business (as a civil servant, that isn’t part of the daily bread). Seriously. I’ll never be rich, but that just means I walk in lock step with so many others.
Rushing here. My eye hurts enough to invite going to bed early.
The news carried a short clip about an entreprenurial photographer who purchased a fisheye lens and developed a technique for advertising the charms of local stores. I want to know more. Should I be trying to find a bargain lens? Is this the “next big thing”? From what I remember, there’s no need to focus with the extreme wide angle optics, so it could be a point-and-shoot proposition. 180 degrees, twice… surround view of wherever.
