This morning, with the stove humming in the woman cave, Handel's Messiah playing on Spotify, Gerry at the gym, Maya upstairs napping in the den, and the pocket dog watching my every move from his crate, I set to work.
I set my camera up on a tripod and arranged (and rearranged and rearranged again) the flowers, stuck a blossom or two into a little flower frog and put that atop a vase to lift it closer to my camera, and, as the light wasn't the best, pulled out a piece of white foam core to reflect the light there was where I wanted it.
I'm rusty. It's been far too long since I played this way. But it was such fun exercising these particular creative muscles again. I took a few shots, downloaded them, worked some post-processing magic, and then popped the card back in my camera and took a few more shots. Again and again. Until Murphy let me know that his patience was wearing thin and it was time to do something else.
By then Gerry was home, so we had a light lunch, played a couple of games of chess, then loaded up the dogs, and headed out for an afternoon walk. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.