I went out the other morning after a list dusting of snow in Downtown New Haven. For a change of pace (or being possessed by a moment of sheer madness) I reached into my bag and grabbed my Minolta 28mm f/3.5 and affixed it to my camera and walked around. Every time I raised the viewfinder to my eye I was disoriented for a moment. I felt like I had moved back 10 yards and crouched down. I was pleased with most of what I captured but I often found myself frustrated as I tried to compose a picture because what the camera was showing me was so far removed from what I was seeing with my naked eye. It took a bit of thought and was slightly counter-intuitive but it forced me to be more creative. In the future I may force myself to get away from my predilection to automatically reach for my 55 or 58 mm lenses just to get myself out of my comfort zone and approach things differently.