How Can We Miss You...

if you won't go away?

That is what I am certain y'all are saying to yourselves right about now.

Here's the facts...

I'm sick.

Like, coughing, sore-throat, stiff-neck, laryngitis-y sick.

Ugh.

Like light-sensitivity, can't stay upright for more than a few minutes sick.

But as a medical professional, and a card-carrying, charter member of the

~Better Living Through Chemistry Club~

I doped myself up with a veritable, life-giving cornucopia 
of healing pharmaceuticals and did one of the few things
that could make me feel alive again...

(and this is gonna sound weird and counter-intuitive to anyone without an artistic, creative bent)

I grabbed my camera and started to create

 I snapped a few pics of a favorite ironstone pitcher,
some vintage plates with absolutely delicious crazing,
and with a dash of chippy wood and other assorted background textures to add interest

And then I played

the original image

I tinkered with lighting

and hues

and zoom

and texture

ta-da and the end.

I'm a bit frustrated in that I fear I'm still better
at the photo editing part than the actual picture taking part.

True confession?

I'm still a little scared of my brand new, bad boy, all-the-bells & whistles camera.

I'm still shooting almost exclusively in auto-mode,
as I simply haven't had the time to dig deeper and learn
all I need to know about aperture, shutter speed, f-stop, ISO,
and a whole buncha other terms which are still largely Greek to me.

But there's time.

I just wanna be the best at everything I try to do, like yesterday.

Not a good trait.

so......

back to bed now!

Thanks for letting me come out and play for a bit,
and for indulging my proclivity towards true confessions and stream-of-consciousness rants.

Y'all are the best.

xo  smooches!!!  xo