Tired of fighting with my trembling nerves to get a still shot, I used the mini flex-leg tripod. I spent a fair amount of time on composition on this, as the batteries in my camera being dead will attest. Shortly after I uploaded I read an article about the art of crooked cameras. I didn't feel so original anymore. I did succeed in hiding the mess of the kitchen, however.
January 9, 2009
January 09 2009 The Old-Fashioned Way
When the husband left, he took the coffee pot. Which is great, really, because I love my French press. However, he also took the last pot of coffee. So I ground the remaining beans and brewed one cup, the old fashioned way, in the cup. It was beautiful, and fragrant, and stupid, because I then had to dump the coffee through the filter from the coffee machine, and I should have used the little espresso milk steamer pitcher for ease of pouring boiling brew. Did I mention it was beautiful?
Tired of fighting with my trembling nerves to get a still shot, I used the mini flex-leg tripod. I spent a fair amount of time on composition on this, as the batteries in my camera being dead will attest. Shortly after I uploaded I read an article about the art of crooked cameras. I didn't feel so original anymore. I did succeed in hiding the mess of the kitchen, however.
Tired of fighting with my trembling nerves to get a still shot, I used the mini flex-leg tripod. I spent a fair amount of time on composition on this, as the batteries in my camera being dead will attest. Shortly after I uploaded I read an article about the art of crooked cameras. I didn't feel so original anymore. I did succeed in hiding the mess of the kitchen, however.
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