I am recording my camera death. The grain is on every picture, no matter how much light I have.
I'm making a red dress. I have many yards of red fabric. I think this is fantastic and I have lots of photo ideas. However, with only me, I can't get done what I want I want to with this red fabric. ERrigh. Mena, why are you in Arizona? Get a transporter.
Claire? Make Mena a transporter.
In this picture, I think it looks like I've been sleeping with superman.
I assure you, I have not.
I can't promise anything with Lois though. Her husband has long hours.