So, I run a web site promoting the little mountain town where the bubble-blowing contest in this thread >> http://www.thephotoforum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=86455 I haven't updated the site in 5 years or so and thought I would this year. Here's day one of the 2 day party/festival they're throwing. I'm not much of a 'people' person, and I definately prefer rocks and trees over humans, so it took a bit (if ever) to get the feel for the difference in settings on the cameras. I'll start with my favorite blurry shot. This shot is wierd as all the rest of the shots I tried a sigma 10-20 on. The lense seems to distort people on the fringes into the bizarre shapes I see them as. I enjoyed what I heard. Everybody loves a clown! However, using the wide angle I didn't realize how close I was to the little girl, she backed up and my foul and disgusting cigarette popped one of the balloons. -- Everybody loves a clown, but, a clown doesn't love everybody. He was really ****ed at me. Pizza and beer, and people eating pizza and drinking beer. Is a magic show still magic if everyone can see how you're doing the trick? The kids really enjoyed the show. A little music, playing the stuff I like (and I switched lenses). The rest of the ensemble This guy rode up on a 5 foot tall unicycle, borrowed the pogo from his friend and launched himself. He might still be going. (wide angle shot). Break time. I took a break too and hung out with the guy with the gun. We're not much for civil war reenactments in California. What was really cool is that the little canon actually shoots pool balls! I'd taken maybe 30 shots or so with a couple different lenses and wandered around trying to get a few shots of people eating or something. I had just suffered through the worst public kareoke performance I had ever heard and a sheriff's deputy came up and said, "I heard you were taking pictures of kids." I said, "Yes, I am." "Why?" "'Cause I want to", I replied, and continued, "Is there a problem with that"? I'm thinking this is where things might have started to sour. The sheriff said, "There just might be." I explained why I was taking shots of young old and all else. I gave him my card and told him I was within my rights. He asked, "To do what?" "To take pictures in public places." "I need your birthdate." "Why?" "I'm going run a check on you." I walked off aways. He followed. -- I stopped, gave him my ID, he wrote it down and proceeded to just about yell into his radio my name and birthdate for everyone in the area to hear. Although I realize law enforcement (fascism) is a necessary component of government, I still despise authority. I split. Hope the guy is ok regardless- he was shaking badly. My mood was shot. I'm just getting worse as I'm getting older. Strange, I might go back tomorrow. I'd like to get some photos of the bed races they have and gunfight reenactments.