Science Fiction. Progressive Christianity. And Other Improbable Optimisms.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Stop Taking My Picture!
Yes, I know, the cats are becoming very annoyed with me. And Gary won't let me take his picture at all: he throws a towel over his head when he sees me coming.
Well this shot has an interesting perspective. If you look carefully you can tell Harley is on the bed but when you look at the counter in the background it looks like he could be on the floor. Interesting angle. Were you lying flat in front of him to get it?
Former English professor, changing careers to go into social work. SF/fantasy writer. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Hospital volunteer offering spiritual care in the ER. Spinner, weaver, knitter.
And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?
Well this shot has an interesting perspective. If you look carefully you can tell Harley is on the bed but when you look at the counter in the background it looks like he could be on the floor. Interesting angle. Were you lying flat in front of him to get it?
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I don't even remember; I think I was lying on the bed, though.
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