Good Day. Well, fellow citizens, the news is enough to drive this ol' soldier out of town and away from the blogs, the spin doktors and everyone else with a take on Carl Rove. Personally, I think it was a political assignation naming "Mrs. Wilson," though the Republicans would tell you that is not naming names. And they gave Clinton the business about fucking some groupie. Some things never cease to amaze me.

On a more domestic note, I thought I'd try making some pretty pictures of flowers with my $900 pinhole camera (aka D-70 with a pinhole cap). I have a bellows attachment from my Nikon F1. Guess what. It won't attach because the battery compartment interferes with the coupling. Does that make any sense? Is anyone out there anyway? So I can't adjust the focal length of the pinhole without going out and buying some extension tubes. Harsh realities. There's another big handicap to shooting digital pinholes I'm beginning to realize. Namely, the dust shows up more prominently than if you use a lens. I have no real explanation but I suspect it has something to do with the softness of the image and the fact that the dust rests on the low-pass filter. It isn't a major issue but it is a little more time spent using the band-aide tool than I'd like to be doing. So I get to my location... ready to shoot and lo & behold here comes Grandmother Wind blowing all up in my grill, yo! Wind is not conducive to quality pinhole photos since the exposure times were running 15-20 seconds. So I only made a few; this is the best of the bunch, I suppose.

Tomorrow, I'm checking out the facilities at Newspace Gallery to make sure there are no surprises when I give my workshop on August 13th. I think I'm meeting Newton at The Original Hotcake and Steak House (not to be confused with The Original Pancake House). It's a total greasy-spoon with the best omelettes. Maybe I'll make some pics afterwards. You never know.