Photography blues and random randomness...

Future daughter-in-law borrowed our camera a while back and finally got around to returning it.  Unnnnnnfortunately, she forgot the little USB cable.  So the pix I snapped of an engraved .300 WSM cartridge are still kinda stuck in the camera.  Which isn't entirely a bad thing, as it seemed to be really struggling with focusing on the reflective metal.  Ah well...  Innominatus reader aA sent them to me to be engraved and asked that I engrave and keep one as a souvenir.  Photography is one of those things I'd like to be good at but just ain't.  Probably 'cuz the engineer in me insists on messing with every setting, trying to make it perfect.  My wife'll just pull out the point-n-shoot and get good pix pretty much every time.  Meanwhile, the elk walks away or the sunset fades or the grandkid stops doing whatever cute thing I wanted a picture of, while I'm still trying to decide if I need to change the exposure settings...

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Which reminds me, if you have a little trinket you'd like engraved let me know.  If it is something that is small and inexpensively shipped, send me an email and we'll work out the details. 

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This morning at my early AM job, my "boss" (early 20's dingbat chick) was singing a Phil Collins tune:

"I could say day, and you'd say night
Tell me it's black when I know thats it's white
It's always the same it's just a shame that's all..." 

I told her I was surprised she knew the song so well.  She said back "Of course I know it!  I looove those really old songs!"  OK, that's high school era for me.  Really old... Harrumph!  She could've punched me right in the McNuggets and it would have been less traumatizing than hearing the words "really old"