I like a girl in a mini skirt and the denim ones photograph particularly well. When asked most models say they wouldn’t dare wear the shortest ones outside of a studio but this young lady told me she often wore it when she went clubbing. I said don’t you get a lot of unwelcome attention flashing your knickers? She replied, “Oh no, I don’t wear any knickers.”
It’s miserable outside so time to dig into the filing cabinet and find some photos taken on warmer happier days. Model number one, a cheeky blonde snapped in the back garden. The second set were taken at the bus stop just around the corner from my place. Passing motorists were most appreciative judging by the number of catcalls and car horns we got, or should that be she got. The final set shot in my usual happy hunting ground, the local rec.
I’m suffering from a touch of GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome). I’ve had my iMac for over 7 years now and used it almost every day so surely I can’t be seriously chastised for considering an update. In most respects it still works well until that is it comes to processing the image files from the D810 camera where it definitely struggles. Picking my replacement iMac model is easy, if expensive, but then you have to add on the extra costs of making the legacy hardware and software work. Methinks my credit card could be about to take a humongous hit.
Though time gets you worrying my friend, it’s okay. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way.
I wish Jethro, I wish. Things are taking it in turns to piss me off again and I have a habit of turning molehills into mountains. People I know think I’m laid-back but the truth is inside I’m a nervous wreck. Being bone idle doesn’t help. Some of my problems would disappear if I got off my fat arse and did some work. This is where a nagging wife comes in handy with her retirement list of jobs that need completing but alas I have no one to crack the whip.