Studio Log

By PeterOhrnell

Fine day for being dead

The cemetery next to my studio was fittingly colourless today, swept in chilly mist and absolutely silent. With thoughts bent towards the eternal issues, I tiptoed around the graves and tried to capture the extreme grayscale while keeping my batteries warm. As so often, I was mumbling to myself doing this, and as I said, safely under my breath,
-OK, little stiffies, hold still
a little fine dust of snow was mysteriously shaken loose from a branch straight over my head. Today´s battle with the spirits, indeed.

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