A DIFFERENT KIND OF ROSE
A combination of work deadlines and a distressed friend who needed a
lot of phone time meant that, yet again, I didn't get out of the house
today. What to blip? I thought about the house and how it's coming up
to ten years since I bought it. I think this was probably what sold it
to me, so I lay down in the middle of the carpet and pointed the
camera up at the ceiling eleven feet above so that I can share it with
Happy bank holiday for tomorrow.
I like it largified as well, though not for any brilliant technical reasons.