I bought a tripod recently from my long-time blogfriend, Kat, who was leaving the country and offering up all of her belongings. I was like, “Hey, sure, I’m new to this photography stuff and could use a nice tripod at a discounted price.” And then I was like, “HOLY CRAP, NOW I HAVE TO ACTUALLY MEET HER.” After, you know, five years of living in the same city and at least eight months of even living on the same subway line, like, six stops apart. But it went fine, and now I have a fancy tripod.
Which is clearly a big mistake, because this is the very first thing I did with it:
Pretty sure that first look could cut a bitch.