|Espresso, "... your paw moved, hoomin, I didn't move, the chair didn't just, ha! Do you know that a tripod is, hoomin?"|
Good evening, Everybun!
One of my hoomins lost her brother early this morning after a prolonged illness. It's been a somber day. And that's how yesterday was one of the good old days. Adam was still with us. Still yet, today is another good old day - because it is.
My hoomin never made good on popping that pack of paper open. But wallowed in arty things anyway. What's a rainbow bridge without the rainbow? Maybe there would be nothing without rainbows?
So, he decided to pester us with his clicker and tried taking HDR pics of us. Of course, the trick is that the subject has to hold still for the camera to take the three pixs it needs to make one HDR image. Good luck with that. I hold still for a second, and then move just in time to break the image and the hoomin's fragile little heart. Espresso is particularly good at it. He knows when the camera took the first two pics, and then he zigs - right in the middle of the third one. And there you have it - a faux halo around His Disapproving Majesty. Perfidiously ruthless.
Eh, no matter how the hoomin tried, he still got a hot spot on my forehead.
Good night, and good luck!