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I can't believe I made this picture.  Really.  I have it as my desktop image at work as of today, and I am enamored.  I just sit and look at it for long periods of time.  I show it to colleagues.  WTF?  I don't even think the model wants to shoot with me again.  The images aren't "fashion" enough, not close enough to what the public appreciates in pictures.  That is what I think though she hasn't told me such a thing yet.  But it is a common enough sentiment among the girls who like to model for photographers.  Still. . . I'm glad I made this image.

I haven't time to tell a tale or anything else this morning.  I woke at four, drank water, went back to a fitful sleep full of waking and yelling (maybe apnea) and many unpleasant dreams, then waking at eight sluggish and slow.  The morning began without me, and now I am trying to catch up.

I don't even have time to prepare the lovely breakfast I had thought of on my way to bed last night.