So the 12ths show went off wonderfully. I sold a few of the prints, which was lovely. I'm glad it went well and I'm thankful for everyone who came. It was an interesting night and I'll never forget it. My editor brought in another photographer, saying I shouldn't have to take photos of my own work. They unfortunately cornered me into some photos of me. I swear I must look awful in them.
A lotus, Smithsonian National Zoo
In other news, the dreams keep coming don't they. Just when I had a few days off, I thought I'd be okay, but no, a new one. This one was... sweet. It was very sweet, actually. I do hope someone shares my memories, I'd like to think I wasn't crazy.
It's made me curious to know how many here share memories with others here? Is it comforting to know someone know what you're dreaming about?