Combustion
March 25, 2014
For the right cause I can procrastinate with the best of them. My camera tends to be the devil on my shoulder. “Instead of doing <whatever it is I am avoiding> why not shoot a photo?” It says. “Just a simple one, quick one, for the daily.” I have stuff to do, I will find a shot later, but no, it keeps calling. It becomes the Thelma to my Louise and next thing I know I have the junk draw emptied on to the kitchen table looking for matches, 2 tripods set up in the dinning room and huge glass plate under one to catch burnt match heads. I have turned off not only the lights in the room I am in, but any adjacent room, no matter if the kids are doing homework in them or not. Lighting matches, repeating the process, an hour goes by, 200 high-speed shots are taken and we have driven that Ford Thunderbird into the air while whatever it was I had to do sits back on the cliff.
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