My mojo is apparently at the coast on the beach under an umbrella, sipping a fruity drink with a paper umbrella. And probably just had a lunch of fresh oysters chased by a plastic cup of draft.
I get points for composition, but fail on execution on this one. And here's the thing: it's the best of the lot from July 4.
Cotton never lets me photograph her straight on. Once she sees the camera, she walks toward me. Tonight in a rare fit of cooperativeness, she obligingly looked at my left hand as directed. Too bad I didn't get the focus sharp on the eyes. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Try, try again.
Hey Miss Molly,
ReplyDeleteI think these photos are pretty cool. They may not be what you were going for but pleasing nonetheless.