It’s all in how you use the camera, not the size of the lens



Mrs Vitaman convinced me to go to the big fair, said we can borrow a wheelchair.
Not borrow. And it was an electric one, 3 hours for $70 plus taxes. And Why? Why do they put the wheelchair rental so far from the gate?
But I met some first nations artists, and a west coast dugout canoe carver and his apprentice, lots of animals including an Emu from Australia named…Kiwi. Someone skipped their geography classes.
The wood fired pizza was good but a real highlight was a bowl of Ube-Honey-Caramel Ice Cream. OMG. Can I get a gallon pail of that to go please? And one for my wife? (To share with me because my gallon will be gone before we get home)
Left with a bag of medicinal tea from the West Coast Salish tradition that I hope will help with some of my pains.
I need it because getting in and out of the shower, shaving, dressing, was pure hell.
I haven’t stood up since we got home. And I am doing nothing tomorrow. Nothing.
I went year before last to the fair with my sister and her family but after 4hrs my back hurt so had i could barely walk back to my car and i was in the handicapped lot about 50’ from the entrance! I was gonna go last year and pay the $40 to rent a mobility scooter but she invited 2 families i hadn’t ever met so i skipped it! If i go this year a scooter will be necessary to keep up with the 3 nephews!
Hell of a storm making its way through here.
Love the sound of rain
I’m in the audience somewhere.

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