Woke up this morning to Scharf banging on my ambition. I love it when she can piss me off with one word, as long as it has nothing to do with her love life. Tingling from the slap, she encourages me to start taking pet portraits. Okay, this is usually where I hang myself for the mere thought of wedding portraits or the like. It was one of those vows I took when leaving college with my, oh yes very useful, B.-bloody-F-ing.A in Photography five years ago, but hell why not. The girl who grabbed that diploma never knew she'd be unemployed and starving down the road and besides, this is hilarious! I'll shoot Pekinese in the Tea Garden, Bernese on Bernal, Retrievers in the bay! Hahaha gee I haven't opened an aperture in years, but the thought of Tungsten lighting, Fugichrome and my favorite Tmax, does strike a cord.
time to walk the dog and deposit my unemployment check, woo hoo!
(there is a super-delusional-high one gets depositing such funds and scheming plans of entrepreneurship.)