April 14th, and I've lost that heavy feeling of false wealth you get when you've had money in the bank you know you don't get to keep. It's all off to the U.S. Treasury now, where I know it'll be safe.
It turned out to be a lovely day despite a rough start, although a few buds on the trees would be nice. Whenever. I don't know if you can make him out, but the wretched little terrier on the left stole Lulu's tennis ball and frolicked around the park with it for ten minutes, delaying our departure, while its owner fatalistically trudged after it saying things like "he never comes unless he wants to." Extraordinary. I never know when I'll encounter something entirely unforeseen and discover that it too is capable of annoying me—"dogs owners who won't train their animals" now newly added to the list.
Every picture tells a story, as Rod Stewart might say. End of the day (well, obviously—you can tell from the long shadows), and a girl needs a good long drink after ninety solid minutes of running hell-bent-for-leather after tennis balls. (Until it got nicked by that furry little reprobate with the slacker owner, that is.) I was getting tired by then, and I wasn't even the one doing the running. Maybe it was signing those checks that did me in.
Both snaps made with the new SMC Pentax DA 15mm ƒ/4 ED AL Limited.
"Shot in Raw, converted to JPEG in Elements without tweaking," says Jim. "That isn't a new form of distortion (in the top shot) by the way—the walls really do bow outwards."