For some reason, I dreamt last night of repairing a washing machine. I’ve never repaired a washing machine, but it was clear the washing machine in the dream needed mending. Just as I was getting frustrated with a clever — and completely unworkable — solution involving old building blocks and bungie cords, my father came in from the garage in that energetic going-to-get-it-fixed way I remember. We spent at least an hour cursing like pirates. In the end, though, we fixed it.
I think that’s the happiest I’ve been in months.
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That’s purdy. Spot-lit or remote-flash, out of curiousity?
It’s a lovely shot, and a wonderful dream-story; they’ve made me quite nostalgic for my family too.
Thanks! My flashlight (Surefire E1B) furnished the photons — none of my old sync cords really fit my current setup, unfortunately.
(Sometime soon, I’ll light the lamp and burn off the remaining kerosene. Might make an interesting shot.)
(@Kate – Family is important.)