Some days I just can't think of anything to write about; anything worthwhile that is. I sit here and strain my brain thinking some idea or theme or subject will magically pop into my melon. But it doesn't.
This condition is made worse knowing there's people out there regularly stopping by to see if I've updated. Just great! Now I have yet another responsibility to others to worry about.
Don't get me wrong, all of you have been great. No one has left any comments like "Dude. What? You can't think of anything more informative or entertaining or important to write about than this drivel you've been passing off as read-worthy?"
Sometimes, I get some incredible emails. Here's an example of one just from the other day--
"Cracken blog mate, been an awesome read. Keep it up. Sounds like you aint full of shit either and u aint let the fact that you film awesome birds for a living turn you into a stuck up wanker. You a bit of legend."
I'll admit I had to consult an English English-to-American English dictionary to translate the email but, once I did, my ego felt truly stroked! Especially when I learned I ain't a wanker, stuck up or otherwise.
Okay, I've now put together six paragraphs of nothing that is on-topic. Sorry. It just ain't happening today.
The on-topic pretty girl posted with this nothing post is Reagan. I shot these (as I remember since I'm too lazy to check the EXIF data) almost a year ago. MUA was Terese Heddon. Conversion to monochrome was via PS's channel mixer.