New plan: when the only light you have to work with is the blindingly bright sun, go ahead and make blindingly bright photos. Who cares if you blow your highlights? It’s springtime, baby, and rules are meant to be broken.
I’ve been staring at a blinking cursor for an hour now and still can’t think of anything to write about for today’s blog. My running theory is that my brain—as we speak—has projected itself the x-amount of miles from here to Mr. Smalls Theatre to watch Better Oblivion Community Center play a sold-out show, while my body idles uselessly at home and awaits its return.
Photography was hard today. I only walked away with one good shot, but in this case, at least, that one shot was enough.