In the logical mind of a baker, when one is gifted cute cookies, one does not simply eat them – there is an unspoken sense of duty to maximise their existence by using them as finishing touches to cupcakes only so worthy.
There is something about the pattern of repetition that attracts the human eye. I present my case.
A quick post – regrettably – for a busy week. But next week there’ll be time to breathe, so there will be cake. And lots of it.
Contrary to what the title might suggest, there is no deep philosophical meaning behind my attempt to locate a pleasant source of light for photography, although I could certainly contrive one, but perhaps on another day apart from this Friday night on which my frazzled brain is proving more unreliable by the second.