A pair of infrared photos using the Sony F828 that Matthew kindly gave me after my F717 died a few years ago:
While cameras are just tools, sometimes they can mean a lot more. Every time I use it, I still re-experience the surprise, gratitude, and elation I felt when opening this unexpected gift.
On the dry side of Canyon Dam:
The story goes that my father took us here to watch construction in progress. I'm sure he was looking forward to fishing the new lake, but never got the chance.
I have a great story about the parking area above the dam, but there's no way I can share it on the internet.
Sadly, with normal lake levels this year there will be a lot of drownings.
People need to realize that being able to swim across a pool don't mean shit when you're in a lake on a hot summer day, and full of beer. Add to that the submerged trees that are full of fishing line and nets and anchor ropes, and it's a recipe for disaster.
If your buddy wants to swim out to an island, distract him however you can.
I have been in serious trouble all alone in the middle of deep water and it's about the worst feeling in the world.
See the tiny people on top of the dam?
Unlike Medina and I guess Hoover, Canyon is made of earth and is gigantic.
I got in trouble for leaving out the urinal photo:
I went back and forth while we were there, and at this moment wish I had used it at least once. But to be honest, urinals suck.
Women think they are so convenient and that men are lucky to be able to pee standing up, but like anything in life there are compromises.
I'm going to leave it at that--if you want to know more, ask a man who really cares about hygiene and grooming. If you don't know any, ask your husband.