We've got an empty room in our house for another couple of weeks that's painted the color of a robin's egg. I don't know if it's the photographer in me or the Oregonian-turned-Californian boxed in by a grid of suburbia, but whenever I see unadorned space, I am compelled to take pictures. Ash and I goofed around for a bit, dancing to The Black Keys and letting the camera do it's thing. The color of the background makes some of these look like they were taken underwater. Minus the exorbitantly expensive protective camera housing, of course. Oh, and the latent threat of death by an angry octopus who may or may not be lurking under a nearby rock.
Right. Can't be too careful.