I hate those people that wander around busy intersections with a box of candy in one hand and the other hand held out asking for donations. You know who they are.

I hate getting stuck within their walking range, I hate having to say no, and I especially hate when they don’t get the hint the first time and pester me about not handing over any cash. Just because you think I have a nice car and you see the cell phone on my dashboard doesn’t make it my responsibility to give what spare money you think I have to you for whatever it is you’re supporting. I donate to the charities that I want to; your charity isn’t one of them and trying to guilt me into pouring some change into your coffee can is just going to piss me off.

I get asked for money in my own house via the phone and the internet and the mail and hell, despite the “no soliciting” sign, even at my front door. I get asked for money when I enter and exit stores — even right at the register when I’m trying to cash out. I get asked for money at work through my email and fliers and labeled cups in the break room.

The one place that should be safe is in my car. Except no, I’m not.

I hope everyone (those of you in the U.S.) have a safe and happy Labor Day!

So my new Peleng 8mm fisheye lens arrived on Friday. Shooting with it is going to take some getting used to; I need to keep the camera on full manual mode and finding the proper exposure is a try-it-and-see type of thing.
One thing I know is that if I’m going to use it for shows or other indoor, low-light occasions I’m definitely going to need to shell out the money and buy a speedlight.

I got an urge to take some photos with our Supersampler camera, so I snagged it out from J’s car. There was an exposed roll of film in it, and upon developing the film we discovered that some of the photos were about fourteen months old.

It was kind of a nice surprise, to see the photos and relive the memories again.

Additional photos can be seen here.