And, of course, it first showed up in all those photos I took on that two-day trip I went on with my younger daughter, Mollie, to see snow and mega-blooms of flowers.
It isn’t on the lenses… it appears when I use the regular lens or the zoomy telephoto one.
I cleaned both ends of both of those, and tested the camera.
I even used lens wipes to clean the two little mirrors inside the camera housing.
And it is still there.
I know it isn’t the end of the world. It is just a spot.
It is pretty easy to get rid of in Photoshop. That is what I did with the other photos I took on this trip.
But it is just so annoying.
I guess I have to take the camera into a camera store. Do they do inner cleanings?
Out, damn spot! I’m being followed by a moon shadow. Bonus points if you get both of those references.
You can hardly see the spot in some photos, depending on what I am taking a picture of.
But it is driving me freekin’ crazy.
Pouring My Art Out 
It’s not the end of the world, but it does look like a period at the end of the world.
Oh man… you still crack me up.
Ugh! I’d go crazy, too! That is really irritating, especially since it appears to be an internal problem.
That does worry me.
That’s no moon…
I have met the moon, and that, sir, is no moon! Wait… what?
It’s the federal government, Art. They’re following your every move. Every breath you take; every move you make – they’re watching you. They do the same to me. In my case, though, it comes in the form of ex-lovers or cute little puppies. I used to see them and think, ‘Oh, wonderful!’ Then I realized the truth about their presence. That’s why I severed ties with that BDSM club.
It happens to all of us artist types. It means you’ve caught their attention and have probably pissed off someone. In other words – you’ve done something right! Weird on, brother!
I did catch some sort of drone/ufo thing on my new phone last night, taking pics of the sunset…
That would drive me crazy, too, Art. Hopefully, your camera shop can fix it for you.
First, I have to find a camera shop.