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I met baby Owen on the 27th of September when he was just six days old. And he was pretty much what you would expect for such a small person! Quiet, sleepy, stretchy, pulling a wonderful array of faces, and generally being tiny. He didn't cry at me, which I take as being a good sign, and he very much liked my purple stripey hoody, so it seems he will be a boy of good taste! I guess this is a rather clichéd shot, but there is something rather fantastic about tiny little hands. And they won't be that small forever!
I was out shopping all day - I hate shopping - it was stressful - I didn't even remember about photos until just now. So we're back to the weird and wonderful world of my mind and it's liking for writing on me with permanent black pen. The "there" is rather shinier than I would like but I'm not sure how to stop that as it is caused by the flash and I need the flash... Oh well. It's interesting to see the products of my mind at times. Anyone want to bet on how long I have writing on my finger? I'm going for another day.
Do a set of little ridges on the tips of my fingers contain my entire identity? They could be used to identify me but they don't tell you that I am an amateur astronomer, I love fresh pineapple and I have a pet dragon called Dilwyn.
Because it's a vein, not vain.... get it?! Yeah I know - yet another strange idea but I really like it. Atrocious pun ignored, I quite like the picture. I like the light on my arm showing the veins and the umm, other things (tendons?) sticking up, and while I am normally vehemently against noise and graininess in pictures if I can possibly get away with it, somehow it really works for the fingers and hand. I think it lends a gritty realism to the photograph (yes, I have picked that up from some critic somewhere). So in summary - there's not much to say about this one other than I wanted to do something interesting and different and this is my idea of interesting and different and, well, I like it!
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