Use the force, Luke

I've been working on being one with my camera. Only, when it's January and you're in a quasi financial role, there's not a lot of free time, if you define free time as time not in the office. Which I do.

Definitely.

Lately I've been here and there at work and I notice things that would make a great shot and my hands tingle (I used to read this and think, meh-making it up) because I want to pick up my camera and take a picture. But I can't because it's back in my bag in my office on another floor.

So I'm reduced to taking a veritable bumper crop of sleeping dogs. Large sleeping dogs.

Like this one.


Then I've done paw studies. Here's one...

And finally, just for kicks, the entire sleeping dog. The ginormous sleeping dog. That is not supposed to be on the sofa. But because I needed a subject, I've grown soft on crime.

Tonight I was so desperate to take a picture, I took one of my empty office. With that southern icon, Coca-Cola [Zero] on my desk.

I really need to clean up.

Wait.

I did.

Then that wasn't enough. I opened my blinds and turned off my light to see the view of the south of the city. And promptly got Lauren and me in the reflection. (Right under my head is Turner Field, where the Braves play ball, and the building that is down from Lauren is Georgia's State capital building, with the gold dome. Real gold. )

Then I had to explain myself to the guy in the office next to me (the one who pulled me out of accounting into the business side) only, he didn't really ask, I think he's resigned to seeing the camera pop out now.


I'll be back tomorrow with some photo studies of the wood grain pattern in my floors. Or how about grout close ups?