It's that time of year again, and no sooner had I returned with
the equivalent of 10 rolls of film that needed to be "processed"
from my vacation, but there I was out shooting the first football
game of my son's senior year. And although I have been really quite
irritated this last week that none of my images were selected for
"picture of the day" at a photo contest site, I've been
able to print a few images for myself, and some of my son's friends.
This was one of the "justifications" that I used for the
purchase of said image maker, that I needed the long telephoto in
order to get some decent shots, and decent they are.
Number 17 is my son, and the other guy is a neighbor who he has
grown up with. On the back of my son's new varsity jacket is a picture
of a quarterback being chased by the Tight End.
Hmmmm... looks familiar.
But even if the football pictures are good, that doesn't mean still
not mad about the contest thing.
Today some stupid puppy won out over my Big Horned Sheep, or my
three buddies, called 3's a crowd, below.
I mean, here I go, schlepping off into the wilderness, walked for
miles and miles, and the winners, (especially in the animal category)
day after day, are images taken with a monster tripod lens on a
monster tripod, taken at the zoo.
How else do you think they get those creatures so sharp?
Maybe they should call it the "professional" photo of
the day contest.
I'm irked, can you tell?
Well, life goes on, and the middle child is safely ensconced in
her new digs at college, even though the wireless network is not
working. That is the reason I drove down there this weekend, to
get the computer hooked up. Oh yes, don't forget the funding my
credit cards provided at the bookstore.
But isn't that what Dad's are for?
Youngest applied to Arizona State (where her sister goes to school
and lives now) and we shall see if the future points the whole family
in that direction. I told him at dinner the other day we were going
to follow him to college, and in fact, we were going to move in
Slowly but surely, I've been working away on the images, and sooner
or later, probably later, I'm going to write a summary of each day's
adventure and create a gallery of images for each day.
In the meantime, I'm still trying to get "verified" with
the stupid pay-pay folks. I'm trying to pay for something on the
web that will only accept a payment from Pay Pal or a money order.
Since I don't believe in money orders on the web, Paypay is the
only option. When all was said and done I was forced to open a new
account, and the first thing they wanted access to was my checking
My checking account?
Over my dead body you'll have access to my checking account and
routing codes and such. Credit card or nothing buster!
And so they send a 1.95 charge to my credit card, and then send
me an e-mail asking for the numbers from the statement before they
will "verify" the account. How dumb is this?
I've got online access to my account, but can you imagine waiting
a month before you can get verified?
This isn't some 3rd world banking system we are talking about here,
but anyhow, since the DM is Bearing with me, all should be well.
Well, sooner or later that is.
Perhaps I should just go chill.