While I waited for my wife to reappear I sat down in a chair in the mall right next to this lady. She was talking loudly and at a great rate to a friend using the cell phone lying on her chest. I could hear both sides of the conversation but couldn't understand it. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I flipped the articulating viewer on my Pen-F out and around, framed her and made the shot. Rob C please note: sometimes the Pen-F can do stuff my old Leica M4 couldn't do.
Nice shot Russ, but what happened to the old:
"Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin -
Each victory will help you
Some other to win..."
that I can never forget from my days under Baptist rule within one of their scholastic prisons called boarding school?
One night, we were sitting in the study hall where we spent an hour or so each day doing our homework. I'd finished, and with nothing better to do, I sat there reading a book on my lap, not quite far enough out of sight. The usual housemaster wasn't there, and a temporary, visiting missionary cat was invigilating. He snuck up behind me, obviously unseen (maybe the book was a good one), and tapped my shoulder and told me to get back to work. I said I'd finished everything...
Next morning, before breakfast, the housemaster who normally did machine gun duty, called me to his room. I was bent over a chair and given three hard ones with a walking stick.
I was twelve years old.
You can learn to hate people and the religions they stand for while quite young.
Rob
