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 Might be my favourite picture from the last couple of months. 

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I sold this watch today. I buy and sell a few. Hobby? Thinly veiled consumerism? How much is a watch worth? They can be, might be little bits of art that you wear on your wrist. Seiko is Seiko, but King Seiko is a step above. The details are beautiful. There is something to this. An effort above and beyond. No precious metals. Not even an absurd price tag, though they will cost you more than any reasonable person would pay for a watch. 

I sold it today. And another one. The sale of a third is pending. It's a tidy sum that I've collected. It was a tidy sum I put out to obtain these. The sums are nearly equal; I got to experience these for next to nothing. 

Watches are ridiculous. I might have one more in me. It'll be equally ridiculous. What else was I going to do? 

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 I bought a fisheye lens a few weeks ago. I use it rarely. I was starting to think I had no use for it until today. No other lens would have taken this photograph of an immersive 360° screen. Even if some of the panels are missing. 

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 I ate here once about 30 years ago. I've not been back since. Maybe it's time. I remember it being quite good. 

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 Like a dream, of a memory of summer, and a little fuzzy. Out of focus. There it is. There it was. 

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 Greg Girard at the Polygon. I've been twice. I'll go a third time. 

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 A generational basketball player nearing retirement age. Now available as an air freshener. No indication of what a King James air freshener smells like. Pine? Victory? 

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 Vancouver. In one picture.

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 Something about this onramp....

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 About a million years ago, or maybe a dozen or so, I was eating in a Mexican restaurant in Bellingham and I noticed a print on the wall. I found it fascinating. 

I took a picture of it. Charles M. Russell (1864-1926) was the artist. After some searching I found a print of the same painting, err, print. I'm pretty sure the Mexican restaurant in Bellingham didn't have an original. So I found the same print in a poster form and ordered it some three years ago and it's been in a tube behind my dresser ever since. 

Until today. I finally got around to buying a frame for it. It took some time to find a frame this big. It's just over 2' by 3'. Big. And now it's on my wall. 

It took twelve years. Still figuring things out. But I've learned good lessons along the way. 

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 There's a story here. I have no idea what it is. 

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 Clean your cell phone camera lens. I need to get better at it. Also craving a Ricoh GR IV with the 27mm prime focal length. I was stuck in 35mm for a long time but have recently been splitting my time between a 24mm and the 35mm.