100/365. My mom walks in from work. Me: Hey, mom, want to come be a hobo on the train tracks with me? Her: Yeah, sure, let me change. There have been a couple boxcars parked on these rails for the past few days, and it was my intention to shoot on them, but they were gone by today, and I was pretty angry. :( Also, my new tripod came today. When fully extended, it reaches about a foot and a half over my head. Pretty sweeeeeeeeeet.