Yesterday I set up my photo gear in the living room, which is not an easy feat when there are a couple kids who are not used to seeing a big PVC frame and light stands in the middle of the living room. Eventually I had to move the couch to barricade myself in while I got things set up and calibrated. Then there was the matter of getting the kids to stand directly in the middle of all this wonderful gadgetry and neither play with nor look at their new surrounds, but instead to focus on and smile at their same old father with his same old camera. By now you’re getting the picture, or at least beginning to understand why I didn’t get the ones I wanted.

I suspect I’ll try again sometime soon, and in the meantime I’ll contemplate the question of whether by repeating an exercise in frustration I will become more excercised or more frustrated.