Them's fightin' words!

Bob "Art Critic" Tarantino uses his bully pulpit to attack my artistic talents:

Photos are available at various locations, including over at Nicholas' (I kept saying to Kathy, "He's a hell of a guy, but he can't take a picture for the life of him". She kept saying, "But he's got a new camera". I kept saying, "No, seriously, he can't". I'm pretty sure I got the better of that argument.) and James'. Shouts to co-organizers Joey and Jason for pulling a pretty darned assorted group of bloggers together.

I am cut to the quick. I will have to have my friends call upon his friends. Of course, as the offended party, I will get the choice of weapons . . . rapiers, by preference . . .

By way of partial explanation, I always try to avoid using the flash for this sort of photography. Unfortunately, Bob spends all his spare time trying to find the darkest pub rooms in which to hold our 'stravaganza, so this means I'm ending up with dozens of "black bear in a forest on a moonless night" images.