It’s a funny old game this fotografy. Just when you think you want to put a shoot behind you and head for new grass, just when the flames of this less than perfect shoot lick around your ankles and the detritus of your plans, your hopes, your dreams, your place in this cold, cold world tumble onto the cruel and unforgiving stone floor like a lightbulb meteor shower [sob]…you come across a shot that makes it all better 🙂 Sorta.