Oh, boy . . . I’m in a time bind, again. After all, time flies like an arrow and . . . no! . . . I’m not doing the fruit flies like bananas joke again!
Anyway, you know what that means, me being time-bound . . . short post. Possibly, a half-assed short post just to get something out.
The thing with these types of projects is that you think you have a handle on them but then . . . blaam! . . . one is due and you’re caught munching on snacks trying to get all Jabba-like as you watch inane YouTube or Vimeo videos.
Well, OK, what I’m actually doing is processing a crapload of photos . . . I finished processing the first batch of photos from the Naval Aviation Museum and I’m starting on the second (I visited on two different days). So far, I have 245 photos ready to post and I’ll probably end up with at least 100 to 137 more. Don’t worry . . . it’ll be multiple posts like THESE.
The first day I went to the museum, I shot everything hand-held with an ISO 1600 (occasionally pushing it to ISO 3200) because most museums frown on people using tripods. It turns out they didn’t care . . . so I came back a few days later and shot with the camera on a tripod and the ISO at either ISO100 or ISO 200, depending on the display lighting.
Bottom line, I have some 375 photos from the first day and another 325 or so from the second day.
I’ve done all my processing using the updated Nik tools by DxO; so far — forgiving a few very minor bugs — I’m happy with the results and can’t wait to share them. Well . . . I’ll have to wait because I ain’t got no other option, but you know what I mean; it’s one of them colloquialism things we say without stopping to think about what they literally mean.
And now, the photo:
Needless to say, I like the B&W version of this previously-presented photo or I wouldn’t show it here.
On a different note, there is a difference between the way men and women handle the little pleasures in life . . . here, I’ll let Willie illustrate what I mean . . .
While that’s a joke, there have been many times I’ve been similarlt temped by people who carelessly block supermarket aisles. I’m even more tempted here because all the stores operate in what I call maximized shelf space mode; narrow aisles just barely wide for two carts to carefully pass each other . . . unless one of them is a jerk (or jerkette) who cares not for others.
. . . one of these days . . . RAM SPEED!
I struggled in naming this doodle . . . until the inside pattern reminded me of them annoying stars Ninjas are always throwing around. Of course, the outer perimeter is what makes it an . . . Amoeba Ninja.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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