I had every intention this evening, as I went out in our front seasons room, to photo-document the "raising of the lights" that I worked so diligently on today for the Halloween season. Proud as I was of the job that I did in stringing a couple hundred lights and mounting them on the outside windows, I couldn't quite get the picture right to go with the story I wanted to tell. I mean, we have some neat lights out there: some fabric pumpkins, a spider web, along with the standard orange-colored mini lights on a string. As I was trying to get a shot of one of the pumpkins, a sign we have hanging on the wall kept precariously moving itself to get in the picture. No matter what angle I tried, that pesky "Home" sign wouldn't let up. Finally, I gave in and began shooting it so the darn thing could rest easy. It was like a model shoot as I walked around it, shot it from above, both sides, and below, all the while motivating it with all sorts of praises and accolades. Inspired by all those Corona commercials, and some neat photos I've seen centered around vacations and sunny back yards, I lay down underneath it, took off my socks, and shot my own feet propped up against the wall. One of the neat things about it is the fact that the sign is metallic black and it contrasts really well against the white plaster wall that is in that room. Of course, while I would like to think that I have the feet of an angel, I am sure some would agree that a pedicure should be in my very near future.
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