Hard to return to vintage glass
There’s a rush hour for more than traffic. Try the local supermarket on a Saturday morning. I had to go for milk and tree pee and other breakfast staples (still forgot the Harvest Crunch). Navigating the aisles was fair, but those blind corners were dangerous. Parents: don’t use the little kids as bumpers on the carts.
Anyhow, with two heavy bags in hand, I returned home to get myself mentally ready for the Dunsmore Cup match. Tough game! The Carabins were equal on the field, and the win was due in part to two additional “players”. The thirteenth (a noisy crowd) and fourteenth (some of those strange little rule clarifications that keep me fascinated when I watch college football). I’d like to get a rule manual, but even the read would be tough. The coaching staff and umpires are both a show unto themselves. That said, the Rouge et Or have received the Cup, yet again, and will be off to Sackville to confront the Mounties one week from now.
Tempting to go on a road trip. Nine hours down, watch the game, nine hours back. On second thought, I’ll accept the alternative which let’s CBC do the heavy hauling while I entertain the dog with scattered potato chips.
Dug into the photo gear bags this afternoon. I’ve been spoiled by my new lenses. Going back to a heavy prime telephoto with a teleconverter sounds like a good idea, but I’m past that point. If Pentax finally releases a teleconverter that allows auto aperture and focus it will be time to bend the budget rules.
