It’s a big day in my little world, so I wrote a poem. Read on to, er, read it . . .
Canon EOS 450D (XSi) · Canon EF 50mm f/1.4 USM
50 mm · 1/200 s · f/3.2 · ISO 100
Strobist: Sigma EF 500 DG Super, 1/128 power, above subject, remote triggered, Sigma EF 530 DG Super, 1/16 power, 1′ camera left, slave triggered, snooted
Me, me, me . . . it’s all about me.
Well, a bit *more* me, actually.
Just listen . . . and you’ll see.
Or, well . . . not *see*, exactly. Um, “hear.”
Just listen, and you’ll “hear.”
That doesn’t rhyme.
Well, it didn’t that time.
Poetry is hard.
Suffice it to say, depending on . . .
– who you are
– where you are
– if you have ears
– what they’re listening to
– the alignment of the stars and planets
. . . you may very well find out.
If not, well . . . I’ll tell ya next week.
In the meantime, my backstage photo for this shot: