I always maintained that I should never own a fisheye (or a tilt-shift lens for that matter) because I’d most likely abuse it. In an irresolute moment last week, I tossed that sentiment aside and bought the forbidden fruit. I blame the people closest to me–they shouldn’t have let this happen. They knew. One even went so far as to encourage me. So just as suspected, I have turned into a junkie, chasing down a fix at every free moment. Hydrangeas, neighbors, passing motorists… I have a wedding tomorrow. I hope I can get this out of my system between now and then.





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