That old moon

There must be a million songs about the moon. Probably my favorite is the Beatles son, "Mr., Moonlight."  You can pick your favorite and sing it now.  Wax and wane all you want.

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In the still, of the flashlight...

I was just playing with a new lens set -- actually an old lens set: a Minolta OM lens with and adapter to fit my E-510.  You are very observant.  I could wait to try it out.  So I used a flash.  Problem was that it was so dark I couldn't see the flower enough to focus on it.  So I held a flash light in my armpit.  Turns out I was pretty pleased, although a flash at night on a flower can leave that shiny surface.

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Field of dreams

It was soccer night last night as the bright lights pushed back the black night for a few hours just past the out of bounds line. We were just coming back from a five mile walk -- the walking path starts right by these fields. The rain from the day had left a cool feeling in the night that we are not used to this time of year in Beaumont. (Right click on the picture and pick "View Image" to see the whole thing -- it doesn't fit here very well)
--steve buser

soccer, Beaumont, Texas, night

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