My photography this last month has been limited in scope. It’s almost March, and I have spent much of this month recovering from a IBS attack. Like with allergy solutions, all one can do is empirically search for the cause. In the end I stopped the yogurt and the fake sugars. Now it feels like a kidney stone. What kind of old lady am I to burden you with my aches and pains instead of photography.
It’s not been good photography either. The bears are still crooked, and I shot into the light. The mid-century modern sideboard is missing the left side. There’s also one of those metal insert thingy’s remaining behind the glasses. I was just too lazy to take it out.
But it’s been fun. Three days a week I wander the store with camera in hand. Sometimes there’s a treat to shoot, other times Photoshop turns something average into a treat. I wouldn’t be missing this for the world. It’s the apprenticeship in photography I missed when I lived with the photographer.