From The Grooveyard

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I was up until about 2am last night working on an article for my magazines, then just before 5am the commercial haulers made a raucous pickup across the street from where we sleep with a device which explodes sit-up-in-bed-terror noises that careen about our bedroom. Simply put - very little sleep last night and my candle is flickering now. So... I have reached into a collection of my earliest digital work done with a three megapixel camera and a lens which could have doubled for a Coke bottle.

Actually I'm not making excuses, just explaining the busy technique i was developing to overcome the technical challenge of photographs that looked as if they all captured images of melting plastic. Here I visited an Amish barn out in the Village of Eden I believe. They'd raised a spectre on their sign which I guess some could take a an omen?

I'm going to bed.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.