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I would love to tell you that I had a lovely day today. I really would.

But that would be a lie.

You gotta take the bad with the good, though, right? And hey, nobody got hurt.

That’s how I look at things.

I actually wanted a drink after I came home from work today. A drinkie drink would help me calm down, I reasoned. But I’ve got these rules that help govern me. I made them up myself and am the sole enforcer. Some may say I have issues, but I could care less what others think about my issues.

The rules I’ve set for myself include no drinking during the week. Well, unless it’s a special occasion. And just because it’s Tuesday and I’m feeling sorry for myself does not constitute a special occasion.

Hey, it works for me.

Photoshop works for me, too. Besides, I don’t like using alcohol as a crutch.

Can Photoshop be a crutch?

Hello there, little moth with the chocolate chip eyes.

You know what? You really are all that and a bag of chips.

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I returned the 105mm macro lens to its rightful owner today and I’m here to tell you how much I’m really going to miss it.

At first, I found it cumbersome and heavy. But in the end, I found that I loved the depth and the clarity of the photos I was taking with it. It’s more versatile than the 60mm. All of the photos in this post were taken with the Nikkor 105mm 2.8 macro lens and were all hand held captures.

I love feathers.

And George loves his daddy. Here he is half in his dad’s lap.

 

 

What George doesn’t love is an intruder.

He found this cat cruising around our property and chased it up the dogwood tree in the backyard. It was several hours before it ventured down again.

George and Miss Blackie were double teaming it.

But it is a pretty little thing. And very photogenic.

And I really do love this lens.

Hope your day was a good one. I’m prayin’ that tomorrow . . . everything will be alright.