Rage Against the Machine

Except when it is your friend.

I’m burned out, frankly, with so many emails, so many “edit this” assignments, so many changes of hats from one minute to the next here in the full flower of my “golden years.”

I’ve created a monster. What was I thinking?

But there are times when I just walk away from obligations to play.

This morning was one of those times. I downloaded and am wallowing in the geeky goodness of Camera + version 6 for iPhone.

My only regret is that the macro mode and selective focus features come at the end of insect and wildflower season. Maybe some fall leaves will cooperate.

Check back to see. Mom.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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