It's been a rough summer for more than my husband up here in utopia. My neighbor's mother passed, and now a utopian friend fell onto a metal rod that was sticking out of the ground and was punctured right down to the bone of her lower leg. Her husband told me, in excrutiating detail, about the chunk of fat and flesh left behind on the post after the ambulance driver took my friend to the hospital. I wish I had been here to see it! It's all cleaned up now.
One piece of good news is that there are currently two decaying birds outside, one down our long driveway and one nestled in some pine needles by the end of the driveway, which I intend on photographing tomorrow morning. I hope no critter steals them away in the night! Evan is mortified. His friend is here visiting for the week. Too bad!
I photographed a guy's tattoos and he has a lady friend who is willing to let me shoot hers too. I'll have to download the guys ink, check it out, evaluate what I did, see if I am getting what I want to get and then shoot her too. I'm hoping that there is a secret underground ink club and that the inked people of utopia (which there are many!) all know each other, all talk, and are all open to getting their tattoos photographed. But I don't think this is portfolio material. I'm thinking that maybe macro wasn't the way to go last year.
Nikon came out with a ridiculously high mega pixel camera. I hope Canon is close behind. I've been waiting!
I'm thinking about my next Y@la application portfolio all of the time. I have a tendency to obsess, and unfortunately I have once again arrived at my obsession destination. I prefer photographing for the sake of photographing over photographing with the burden of knowing that if I go to Y@le eventually depends on the 20 photos I submit as my portfolio.