
Sometimes you get it, sometimes you don’t. There have been moments, sitting in the dark in a backwoods Maine motel room – the dank smell of wetsuit wafting from the bathroom – that I’ve stared at my laptop and wanted to cry. “Totally out of focus!” If the clip is similar to one I’ve bagged before? I might curse. If it’s a close up of a huge snapping turtle or a gracefully swimming loon? I want to cry. But I don’t. (sniff) Comes with the territory.
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