A few years back, I received a handsome tripod as a gift. I’ve tried repeatedly to use it, but I always seem to point it in the wrong direction. Bottom line, I don’t want to carry it when I’m out walking. As it is, I look like a newbie journalist, my many-pocketed vest bulging with stuff I can never find and a camera and pair of binoculars criss-crossed like bullet holsters over the top.
Showing posts with label red-tailed hawk. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
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