Dad traded his perfectly good German glass for other perfectly good German glass.
This particular lens is optimized to render my toes perfectly. The Germans really do make good stuff.
Apparently it's a good lens to capture Riley while she's watching TV.
Dad let her shoot one of him too. This is Riley's first published image.
Dad says it took him years to make photos that good ...
... but we're still waiting to see just one that matches up.
If he keeps wasting his time practicing on pigs, it's never going to happen.
Oh! That's better.
For the second weekend in a row, we went to the farm instead of the zoo.
Dad calls it the Cow Zoo, but I don't think that's quite right.
For one thing, there are goats!
Zoe met Goatsworth VI yesterday.
Goatsworth VI is very friendly--especially if you have corn.
Speaking of corn, I spent half an hour inside the Tire of Corn again.
My first car--which Dad says I can get when I'm 34--will have four such tires.
I can't wait to be 34!
I think.
At one point, Mom plopped Zoe down into the Tire of Corn with me. The results were ...
... about what you might expect.
Zoe is very friendly--especially if you have corn.
She even let this horse try to kiss her.
Speaking of horses ...
I RODE PONIES!
I am a natural.
I wonder what I'd have to say to get Dad to get me a pony.
Your suggestions are welcome!
I took a break from my newfound equestrianism to build a functioning replica of the Empire State Building.
Farms are great because they have industrial irrigation systems.
This one was a turtle. It kept spraying me no matter what I did!
Time for drastic maneuvers.
GAH!
STILL SPRAYING ME!
I know when to quit. I'll be back, turtle!
This lady watched the whole episode and didn't even lift a wing to help.
I took a break to do some foundation work in the sandbox ...
... and wound up covered in sand.
Zoe saw the whole thing. (She also didn't lift a wing to help.)
(Zoe also saw a tornado forming in this exhibit at the National Center for Atmospheric Research. Dad didn't have a better way to insert this photo anywhere.)
Anyway, mom and Dad found another Industrial Turtle and tried use it to clean me off ...
... but eventually they had to bring in the heavy artillery.
Dad says this is actually way nicer than the locker room at the gym.
I'm pretty sure the locker room has a floor, Dad.
Hey look! Mostly clean!
EDITOR’S NOTE: DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS INSTALLMENT OF FELDMANCUBS IF YOU HAVE “A THING” ABOUT WATCHING PEOPLE EAT WITH THEIR FEET. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Spaghetti Night was the perfect opportunity to work on my new skill: putting my food between my toes. Dad says I eat like a pig, but I've never seen a pig with this kind of fine-motor coordination.
I've also never seen a pig do this:
SLURP!
Are you following me, camera guy?
Ba ha ha ha ha!
Dad says this was nice and all, but he'll be really impressed when I do it at Gramercy Tavern.
In the meantime, I'm not allowed to eat anything but supermarket sushi while strapped into a cart. The kitchen has never been cleaner!
I smile now.
I also do stuff like this.
Ayup.
Ba ha ha ha ha!
See what I did there?
Since people have been asking ...
Dad set aside the old-fashioned German lens today and went with the 85mm.
He apologizes to any Germans who Make Good Stuff.
You just can't beat fast glass.
I have no idea what that means, but Dad sits in the corner and mumbles it to anyone who'll listen.