The Distraction

Okay, so today I attempt to stay focused and go through the 10 months of paperwork, invoices and such that has been accumulating on my desk. True to form, I get a phone call from a friend, and presto-chango! I find myself getting ready to go out and have fun. I suck at sticking to my resolve. I am easily suggestible and coerced to do things spontaneously. Twisting my rubber arm is too much fun!

I love how good I am at justifying these things to myself. I say, "But it's so beautiful out, with the snow falling in big, white, cottony flakes!". (Hmmm, that sounds like either a flavourless breakfast cereal, or someone with really bad dandruff!) And yes, it was beautiful. Until I got dressed and went outside. It had stopped snowing. My big spontaneous idea to go and take gorgeous "Edward Scissorhands"-snowfall-type photos was killed by Mother Nature. She's sooo fickle. Definitely a woman. I went out anyway. And froze my ass off.

The photos were fun. I have some great pictures of me finally! Being a photographer means never being in front of the camera. And even when you are, you are harshly critical of all the shots because they are not technically-perfect and you think your ass looks huge. Thankfully, my friend heard my plight and took lots of pics of me playing in the snow.

I will post my photos once I figure out how to do so... and where to put them. I will call the series... "Huge Ass in Snow".