As if to say, “shoot this!”, the chickadee presented its tail feathers.
Ok. I like shooting the moon.
Everything’s been moved out of my studio in preparation for installing a new floor. My living room looks like one of the homes you hear about where the people never throw anything away and can only move about the house through narrow passages.
My studio is a smallish spare bedroom of the house where I do all my after-capture photo work, processing raw files on my computer, printing, and framing. In a perfect world, I’d have separate rooms or a larger space for all these activities. In my world, I wonder how all that stuff in the living room will ever fit back into the studio.
Today, I paint the walls.