Left camera on a set and went free without strings. Ate and drunk.
Got open face salmon from Seattle on rye bread with crème fraîche; put square white plate next to window. No studio light is the light, the genuine photon that worked its way to get here-there. Reflected, bounced of another light, made more light,
revealed shape. Back to the studio, speaking to escaping photons.
More to come…
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