Learning post processing.
Jun. 27th, 2005 02:49 pm
I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed
And imagined all work had ceased.
In the morning I woke up
And found my garden full with wonders of flowers.
(from Gitanjali.)
My favourite model, sleeping like a baby with the support of the previous night's booze. Lighting by the magical morning sun peeping through the windows. And my tripod is a pile of books.