Shot of the Shooter
I tend to like shooting birds … with my camera, I mean. I seem to have better luck with them more than anything. I have lousy luck shooting my cat; she won’t sit still for it. And I feel self-conscious shooting people, like I’m intruding on their privacy or something. H.E., on the other hand, loves shooting people. He has tricks, that one. We went to the beach once, and he took a million shots of people while they were…