Okay, so one funny one! The context for those not lucky enough to witness the event is as follows; Take one Irish farm boy and plant him in the concrete jungle of an American megalopolis for forty years. Then let same farm boy go 'home' for a visit and watch how sissified he has become when it comes to flooded lanes. Yep, Patrick was so determined to go up the lane to revisit a favorite boyhood place but since he no longer owns a pair of 'Wellies' he resorted to a couple of plastic shopping bags to keep those tender toes dry!!!
So I have a problem with outdoor shots taken in the dark!!! This was supposed to be of all the kids watching some fireworks being blown off for New Year's while on one of our sojourns south to Sarasota. The scene had all the necessary elements...no snow, kids in holiday head gear, pretty fireworks but lacked the right camera setting!!!!!!
"C'mon Mom! The wind is messing our hair, the pollen from the beautiful background flowers is setting off Julia's eyes, and the sun is blinding me! Do you really need this shot???" Mari probably didn't word it exactly like that but the sentiment is the same!!