Envious...

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If I had a camera lens that big. Imagine the wonderful giant colorful photos I could capture for my blog. But I would be out about $6000. Anyway. It is not the size that matters but the creative techniques. Or so I am told...

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Anonymous said…
see, the mind is in the gutter here too with that "not the size but the technique" comment...hey don't blame me, blame all the stories in the newspaper about Rex Johnson these days
October 11, 2008 at 8:55 AM
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