Via the Big Blog, Larry and Balki move to the Queen City:

Here you can see the side-by-side comparison of the original with the remake.

It’s far too seldom that fog rolls into Carson City. I wish it would happen more often, but it usually seems like it’s only in January that we get any kind of serious fog to speak of. This weekend we’ve been treated to some great soupy fog both Saturday and Sunday mornings, stuff that just rolls in and wraps itself around all the buildings in town. Of course it’s been burning off later in the day, and it looks like the weather systems are going to change next week to bring in more of a real storm. But it has given us two fantastic mornings so far. The only thing missing is the pogonip that comes when you combine fog like this with low temperature; the temps in the morning have been hovering in the 30s, a little too warm for true pogonip to form. 2005 brought us some excellent pogonip; go back and look at those pictures.

But back to the present; here are a few looks around town from the fog this weekend.

Sam said “I Want an Electricital Train!” Jack said exactly nothing. But at least he didn’t freak out, because he saw Sam go first.

Take your lens off the camera. Turn it around. Hold it up to the body backwards, with the mount facing outwards. You can do fantastically close macro photography with it that way. But you have to watch out because the depth of field is terribly narrow, the slightest tremor in your hands can blur the image, and you lose all control of aperture and focus. But you can get really close.

Reverse lens, the poor man’s macro lens

Coming into town this morning I saw a weird shape against the mountains, and I knew it must be a hot air balloon. A cold clear morning like this is perfect for ballooning. But it was strange, there were extra lumps on it, and it wasn’t until I got closer that I realized what I was looking at: Humpty Dumpty!

Humpty had caught a northerly breeze, and drifted across the Bryan Building, past the Capitol and downtown, and headed further north. I won’t spoil where he ended up, but close your eyes and imagine the most abusrd place in town to land a balloon.

Yes, Humpty touched down in the cemetery. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men were there, with their blue trailer, to greet him.