And I said that I would look, and I'm looking, but I see no issues.
The rocks they don't do my feet any good. And this glare, oh this glare. It is uneasy to fly.
I. Am. Uneasy. I am perturbed, on my guard, curious, but not happy.
They say that my beak is chipped. As long as they don't say it's chipper. It won't get no chipper. That's for sure.
Taken: 08/27/2010 in Brooklyn Bridge Park, Brooklyn, NY. The day was very sunny and I was testing out the limits of the 70-200 2.8L IS II. I found its limits were those of nature. Kind of like how Hawaii won't get any more Hawaiian until some more red spills into the blue.
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