
Here are two more taken with the craptacular Vivitar. They're actually better than I expected. I think shooting in bright light must heighten the distortion and flare characteristic of such awful lenses.

A "southerner in New York City" trying to survive as a husband, dad, breadwinner, artist, photographer, and all of the usual "baggage" that entails . . . ruminations on growing up in southern suburbia during the 70s and early 80s . . . a sampling of my photographs and paintings . . . all filtered through the sieve of clinical depression, too much education, and always, my very biased opinions.
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