The place is looking more and more like someone is moving out of here. It has that sad, disheveled look to it and I'm reminded why I never really liked the management firm here. Another reason to be happy to move into a home where I can pick wall colors and feel at "home" instead of institutional.
Have you ever tried really hard at something and it just never quite works right? I've been totally fumblefingers this week. Everything I touch just falls to the floor, cracks or something. It is so frustrating. I'm not sure what I'm being told - probably slow down a bit as I rush from thing to thing. Especially pissy? Making a beautiful plate of fajitas and having them drop to the floor face down when you haven't finished wrapping them yet. On the carpeted floor, I might add. Ugh.
Today my inspiration was to take only my macro lens and tripod on a walkabout. I don't care if there is the deadest air in the world, if I pick up my macro lens - immediate gusts permeate the area. Then I can sit and wait, the air calms until I pick the lens back up. What is that? Am I destined not to be a macro photographer? I know it's a weak area for me - it's part of the reason I decided this today - but, it is a challenge.
These are bits and pieces of today
And then, some playing around....
My version of a happy accident