Ain't been shooting much lately. Usually that means I've gotten carried away with those expectation things again, gotten fixated on doing my 'best' work and end up not doing much any work at all.
Recognizing that is usually the hardest part, after that all it takes is remembering to hit the Fuck-It! button and things start getting better.
It was with Fuck-It! button firmly depressed that I edited these today, so there's no particular rhyme or reason to them.
Bastard tried to stick his head in my lens hood. Obviously was on the fuck it plan as well.
Remember when the thing was to post photos with your feet up/in the sand with the ocean in the distance? Too many people were doing it for it to seem worth doing but 'boots on the edge of things' was actually kind of fun.
Pacific Ocean: "No more soil for you!"
Tree: "Fuck it!"
That may look like a typical grey Pacific Northwest day at the beach but that's actually wildfire smoke in the background. Then again, that's kind of become typical for there hasn't it? The day before I took this it was 'snowing' ash, it was a bit fun.
Nothing says fuck it quite like carbon on its way back into the atmosphere.
Bets on how long until we barge right into the consequences?