I suppose if I insist on sticking my hand in the lake in March and sitting under pine trees with honey in service of getting sensation into my photographs, I shouldn't be surprised that I have to walk home freezing cold and covered in sticky pine needles. But I was.
Nature, it's so uncomfortable.
I'd like to join the photos side-by-side in one panel, but I'm refusing to learn photoshop, you know. My brain is full.
