Dear Liza, Dear Liza
Ok… bit of backstory here…
Monday, some guys came through all the apartments, looking for leaks in the air conditioning system. They didn’t find anything.
Monday evening, after dinner, after my stories, I put the cats to bed, walked into my bedroom and heard a strange squishing noise…
Called the emergency maintenance line, told the jerk what was up, and about an hour later, the plumber came by and congratulated me for finding the leak.
So Ladies… this is my bedroom…
Double closets, room for a king, but fit with a queen, large windows, well lit, and with a big effing hole in the floor.
I’m chilling out in my apartment now, and it smells of damp earth.
I’m having visions of Charles Bronson in The Great Escape.
If I stop laughing about it, I’ll likely get bothered…
D7000. Nikkor 24mm f/2.8 AI. ISO800, 1/40th, f/4, -2EV, on camera flash at full power for some fill. Minimal processing to bring out some texture in the dirt.
And, no, this isn’t one of my usual pretty pictures. But the 365 is not necessarily all pretty pictures. It’s also about life.
