Outtake from the book. Photographed with a Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens
This weekend, in between anniversary dinners and Father's Day breakfasts-in-bed and lunches, I've been furiously working on getting all of the text and images together for the BLaD. As I type this, I'm saving everything to CDs, to turn into the creative designers tomorrow. Can I hear a BOO-YAH?
Today, we had my dad over for Father's Day lunch, and he and my mom brought Marcus and me a bottle of champagne, to celebrate our seventh anniversary. "You can drink that at a later time, whenever," said my dad, giving me the gift bag.
"Oh, wow," I said. "Champagne! Oh no, we're opening this today."
"No, really, you don't have to," he said. "Drink it by yourselves."
"No really, we're going to," I insisted. "I need an image of champagne for the book. I was just telling Marcus that yesterday. This gift couldn't be more timely.
My father was silent. And then:
"That is the saddest rationalization I've ever heard for claiming the need for a drink," he said.
Dude, whatever works.