The source of light is one of those fiber-optic light bouquets–I held the camera with one hand, the bouquet with the other AND PROCEEDED TO POKE MYSELF IN THE EYE REALLY HARD. Did you know those teeny little fiber optic lines really hurt when they are jamming into your eyeball? I think I even managed to take a photo of it as it happened, like when it went into my eyeball (and no, I am not posting it).

But you know what? I kept shooting like the trooper I am because I think everyone should almost go blind for their photography or else it’s not true art and I have enough problems proving my photographs to be art because they are taken with a digital camera and did you know digital cameras are what The Anti-Art Satan uses when he’s making his non-art?

It’s true. He does.

But that is leading into a rant for another time.

Yes, I had one of those weekends.

BUT! I think this week is going to be a good one. I am definitely going to take DENTING MY EYEBALL WITH A FIBER OPTICS WIRE as a positive sign. Like a four leaf clover.

Good things are coming my way.