Frank wanted me to take a picture of him and Nick, and so I composed the shot accordingly.  He kept asking me to take it again and kept asking me why I was taking pictures of their beers which they were holding at about midlevel (as if I was cutting their heads off without realizing).  I gave him some hell, asking if he thought he knew better even though I was the one looking through the viewfinder.  Then I adjusted the camera to how it seemed he thought I should be pointing it.

The last few days I have really liked this view out of the kitchen window.