that's not my dirty finger i was raising in this photo, that's my forefinger. i was counting 1-2-3 taking a photo of my brother and his wife at the rosetta mcclain gardens when the darn tripod just tilted down for no reason at all. i figured i have broken at least five tripods since i started buying tripods. not to worry, i still have seven hanging around my apartment and the office. and at least three are supposed to be the sturdy ones. that's the good news. the bad news? i am so lazy to ever carry any of them around. the monopod is altogether a different story, of course.
for the five plust two's 'shadows' theme this week.
