dspeed wrote:
How many drinks have you had from the Hippocrene?
Hippocrene. That brings a stanza to mind. You Brits should be familiar with this poet.
O for a beaker full of the warm South
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
RedWhiteandRed wrote:
Leave it to the east coast crowd
We're all about the safety out here these days .. no more hopping from pan to pan with slick bottomed loafers.
Now if the poor boy were to to read a dried out comic book (thanks jcolman) while coughing on a loosely packed Gitane .. that would be dangerous.
To the OP .. yesterday I shot 5 boxes full of largely the same wood moldings for an agency client and after several hours was close to terminal tedium. Which makes my interior shoot this afternoon something I'm really looking forward to. Sometimes only when you are required to shoot the mundane do you realize how rich the subject matter is that you're in a rut about.
