Shooting in the rain

When I get nervous, or my mind wanders, or I’m cleaning, I hum one of two songs.  Singing in the Rain, or Silent Night.  I only hum the first few notes, then stop myself, and I begin to analyze why in the world those are the only two songs that come out.   I haven’t gotten any great psychoanalytical reasons yet.  Is psychoanalytical even a word and if so, do I know what it means?  No.  Moving on.

Saturday ended up being a terrible day for a shoot, but we did it- in the rain.  The light was beautiful, and the greens really popped (I’ll show you greens later.  The pic I chose today has no green.  Oh well.)

   They were troopers, we were troopers and we were all soaking wet by the time it was over.  My camera hasn’t died, so I’m grateful. 

This weekend was… how should I say it?  I’ll go with “thought provoking”.  There’s always about 10 things I’m mulling over in my head at any given time, and I’d like to cut that in half.   The best way for me to accomplish that is to work on my issue with procrastination.  There are only certain things I procrastinate about.  Dishes are one of those things, exercise is another.  So far, I’ve knocked those 2 things out today.  Hurray for me.  My brain is thanking me already.