Garden roses. Making hay while the sun shines. Snip, pick, potter, play, click, click, bang.
Do you favour the bleached out photo? or are you a dark and interesting sort of guy/gal?
I once flirted with the idea of becoming a photographer. It lasted about two weeks. In fact it was probably on the second class at night school. There was chat of Kelvin and a glazing of eyes. Phrases such as ‘depth of field’, aperture and international standard organisations. I listened, I can point and click and make things light and dark. I’ll settle for that. Rankin, you can relax.