His Approximately Heart Shaped Organ Grew Three Sizes That Day
I don't think my career in photography is going to go very far. It hasn't even had its morning coffee and already it's succumbed to nihilistic depression. How could we possibly control lighting? Totally beyond our comprehension, best left to the gods.
I managed to drag my ass to three life drawing sessions all summer, but because TSA is deep in the heart of Mordor, I never make it for the short poses. I console myself by judiciously overshading whenever possible.