and so it begins

I fear I have lost my personal photographer to the earnest beginning of another bicycle race training season. And at just the moment when I've decided to start catching up on unfinished objects (of which there are many) and unphotographed objects (of which there are even more).

Tonight, while the aforementioned photographer was occupied first with The Thursday Ride (i.e. the fast one), and then with the after-ride discussion about The Ride over Dewey's pizza, I was attempting to photograph one of my latest sewing projects.

The key word in that last sentence is attempt.

Various and sundry outtakes.

excuse me. . .

could you please refrain from walking in front of the camera?


I finally resorted to this:


At least Dave brought me home an entire pizza. With artichokes.