Let's never fight again.
I said some ... honest things. But, as my Daddy used to say: honesty about the rice ignores the glory of the curry. (Well, I'm sure he would have said that, if he'd thought of it).
I picked up my PEN for the second day in a row, inspired by grass. And I had fun.
It took eight shots to get the one I like. Plus a few of my co-workers wondering why I was shooting the verge, but who cares. Let us rekindle, PEN, my friend. Let us photograph the mundane and make it beautiful. Let us find the beautiful and make it transcend.
Here is the grass:
|And I didn't even use the filter. Much.|