under the blue bridge, a lovely rose grows
once in a while, actually yesterday, walking in solitary confinement (don’t ask) lugging around thoughts on securing the nikon d800 or (-gasp-) the d4x (yeah i know both are only rumours and my bank account is nowhere near what’s needed for either and so i dream) . . . anywho, this young lady startled me out of my stupor by asking a simple favor . . .
actually i sort of like it when people stop what i’m doing and ask me to take their picture. sort of makes me feel like a “photographer” usually when people see me coming they run like hell in the other direction . . . can’t say that i blame ‘em