January

It’s January. If you are lucky enough to live in California, Texas, or any other perpetually warm location you can stop reading right now. I’m mad at you anyway. But, if you live somewhere where you just hear the word January and shiver, keep reading.

How am I supposed to take any mind-blowingly wonderful photographs when it is dark when I leave for work and dark when I get home? Even when the weekend rolls around it is gray and freezing. And I admit I am a bit of a wuss. I don’t like being outside when it is 12 degrees and windy. And snowy. And cold, did I mention cold? Inside, I have about 6 square feet of good, natural light in the living room, which doesn’t really afford me much freedom.

So if I want to break out the camera I have to keep my eyes peeled for any possibilities (and/or stop being a baby). Hence the above shot of the oranges. They were begging for a little photo session the minute I put them in that bowl. And I was craving some camera time.

I’m thinking my only other options for January are to brave the cold (not likely), use the flash more (no thanks), or book a couple tickets to the Bahamas. I’m thinking I like that last option.

Don’t even get me started on February…