A New Bull's Eye

I have this new bull’s eye and I am so happy about it. A friend of mine helped me pick it out. Actually my brother in-law. He is a great photographer. Some times I think he was taking mental pictures in his mother’s womb.

A Nikon D60 is better than anything I have ever used. I call it the bull’s eye. I got a good deal on a 200mm lens which makes objects travel distances to come into your view. I am hoping that this time I can catch an eagle preying on a brown rat in broad daylight. I am very much looking forward to capturing all the details I have missed on my previous trips to Rwanda.

In about 6 hours I will be getting on highway 26E on my way to Portland Airport. I can’t say I dread the trip. But I am not excited about the flying time. Thirty-two hours to be exact.

Getting on the plane to San Francisco is no brainer. It is the San Francisco-London leg that draws the air out of me. Not so much for its draining length as for the faces in the plane. We are talking a spectrum of God’s creation. Black, yellow, red, and white. I love international flights.

London to Nairobi? Not so. The variety reduces to a predominant white with scattered black here and there. And the food changes too. From United’s I-never-know-what-they-will-serve to some sensation of African cuisine on Kenya Airways. And by African cuisine I mean lots and lots of curry. If you are not into curry there is always something for you. As for me I am curry all the way to the last bone.

I am looking forward to updating you with some pictures from my bull’s eye, come Saturday. Yes it is true; I leave Thursday and arrive Saturday.

Amon