Being Productive
A friend recently asked me where I get all my images from. My reply was that I almost always have a camera with me. I’ve been known to turn around and go back home to get one if I find myself so impoverished. Today I didn’t get out of the driveway before going back inside to grab my older DLSR, and I was only going to get our Christmas tree chipped. I certainly believe that this compulsion is a gift of my upbringing, where if I was found to be bored or without an activity it was strongly suggested that I “do something constructive”. I’m not complaining but where one person might enjoy laying at the beach I would be the individual digging a hole. Right enough of that, on with the manifestation of my childhood.
