Even without snow, late February in the Midwest makes me feel color-starved. So when a birdseed feeding frenzy erupted outside my window, I grabbed my Tamron SP 150-600mm f/5-6.3 and played hooky for half an hour.
The Great Smoky Mountains National Park is free to all comers, but just two trails allow dogs. This afternoon we took our dogs on the Gatlinburg Trail.
In a flash of genius, my wife turned to me and said “I bet Big Bone Lick would be fun.” This might be a good time to clarify for those of you who are neither Kentuckians nor paleontologists. My lovely wife had not just made an indecent proposal to me from within earshot of our horrified children.
Every photographer I have ever known looks for two lenses. There’s the lens we really want, and the lens we can afford. … I could just fly to Mexico, sell a kidney on the black market, and the 2.8L would be mine — if not for three kids and a mountain of debt. Alas, I will have to get mine the slow and legal way.