i do realize that i begin to seem a little obsessed about this, but seriously...
i.
cannot.
take.
a.
poetic.
shot.
of.
an.
almost-empty.
plate.
not to save my life.
this, it looks like a big fat mess that needs to be scraped into the chicken bucket (tho' i do love our plates and silverware). and yet, flickr abounds with people who master this particular genre. i'm just clearly not one of them.
i'm not even sure why it bothers me as much as it seems to.
and it is a lame thing to worry about. i realize.
i'll try to stop now. i promise.
