Perils of a Photographer

When I worked on Sunday I got all my updated prices on my photography.  It was storming that day so we did have some traffic in and out, and sales weren't bad either.  It was one of those days that most of the folks already knew what they wanted.  Either they had been in before, or were looking for gifts.  I took my oils and painting in with me, so Paula and I both worked on our paintings that afternoon.  There is a new retail shop located in the sheds now, called "The Vintage Bricoleur".  They re-purpose items and one side of the shop has re-purposed antique silverware made into necklaces, bracelets with added beading and such.  Very nice stuff I must say.  A lot of other antique items.  I saw a set of four Colonial small frames that had pictures of Thomas Jefferson's home in them -  I believe it's Monticello.  However, what I saw were four small darkroom prints in them!  ; )  That would look really cool!

Unfortunately for me, I woke up today with vertigo!!  Ugh!  It seems like I tend to get this from time to time.  I hate it.  So I won't be doing a lot of stuff today except maybe scanning in some old family photos for my husband.  Yesterday I worked on photography paperwork - it's that time of year, and also cleaning up my desk area.  Looks neater in here now.

I was looking through my European cruise photos and saw a photo that reminded me of a near mishap!  Ahh, the perils of an intense photographer!  I was so involved with the beautiful scenery at this monastery that we stopped at in Paleokastritska, Greece.  It was up at the top of a mountain, overlooking the ocean, and the monastery was pristine white, and I'm looking thru my viewfinder as I'm climbing up the stairs, oblivious to anyone and anything, and ... I trip on the uneven flagstone flooring!!  Then I'm taking off, bent over, almost running, but not wanting to fall with my two cameras (yeah, let's save the cameras and forget about our body!), and luckily for me I actually stop when I come up to the group of people in front of me!  A young girl says to me, "wow, you could've gotten hurt!"  No @#$! Sherlock! ; )