Man the allergies are brutal this time of the year. Megan is my yard stick of allergies because she’s pretty quickly effected by whatever is blowing in the wind. I haven’t lived here long enough to know if I am dying or if it is just an allergy. She keeps me informed that I am not dying and it will all be alright if I can just make it until something isn’t growing in Texas.
She found this tree while attending an event at the convention center so we packed up everything and drove down to downtown for a little while for another experiment. It’s a giant tree with a lot of stuff that looks like tree cancer, but I’m not a tree doctor so my prognosis can not be used against me when the tree decides to sue. We also dropped into a creek bed underneath 6th street to a place that really didn’t smell that good but looked pretty dang cool.
We then went back to the studio and played with coloring the strobes for a while.
The Sabbatical continues.
We have a very odd tree fruit tree behind the house. We call it the freaky fruit tree. The fruit is largely un -edible due to the fruit being as hard as wood. It’s kind of a apple / pear hybrid, but needs to be boiled to make it soft enough to eat. Making juice from the fruit is possible but is not recommended due to the volatile nature of the fruit once consumed in a large enough quantity. So it grows fruit and we just look at it. That’s relationship we have at this point and I think it will stay that way for some time.
Christina got the old 60s jumpsuit out for this shoot and we enjoyed about 15 minutes of shooting before an emergency arose and we had to pack up and run. But we were able to get a few good shots.