I didn’t really expect to be fascinated by the Queen’s funeral. But, I ended up glued to my external monitor. Part of me was watching for something dreadful to happen. But most of the time I was delighted by the wonderful lines of sight and camera angles. And Emma the Pony. Who wouldn’t want their favorite pony at their funeral?
After being lost in wonderland all morning, I went for a longer-than-usual forced march. And sort of wasted the rest of the day.
This old lens doesn’t play well with the Pen F. It might work in manual focus mode. But, my old eyes don’t manual focus all that great.
One of my friends here at the Asylum was saying this morning that he was having a hard time accepting that the brain says “that sounds like fun” while the body is yelling “wait a minute” and the body wins the argument.