In an effort to avoid having me hang our laundry all over the house, my wife bought us a drying rack.  In an effort to take a break from doing laundry, I agreed to take a photograph.  But, you don’t ever really take just one photograph, do you?  You take hundreds.  Then you get phone calls and e-mail and the next thing you know you’re an unpaid photographer-slash-tech support worker-slash-retoucher-slash-therapist.  Fantastic.

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