Art can be an incremental process. Then there are times when, without warning, you find yourself caught in the throes of some muse’s dying, orgasmic spasm, well and truly beyond any rational explanation.
This remains one of my favorite images, shot in a nature conservancy near where I live. I know more about image processing now (I hope), so I went back and had another go at it.
If I ever get stranded in Kansas City – not saying I want to get stranded in Kansas City, but if – I’m visiting this place.
… perhaps I shouldn’t have had that third glass of wine today …
My new watch. My grandfather’s old watch.
I really like the new watch my girlfriend got me.
Non-laser version of the shot from yesterday…