empty

i was sitting at my kitchen table.  looking at my camera bag.  wondering what/where/how i would blip today.  it was another bitter cold day.  it was starting to snow.  much as i tried to motivate myself, i knew i did not have another snow blip left in me.  

i sat there.  nursing my iced tea.  stalled.  i took the last sip.  stared at my empty glass - as if it would give me an answer.  i picked it up.  turned it around.  turned it over.  i knew i had my blip.

rethinking perfection.  sometimes it's not all that hard.