Oh Monday, you fooled me yet again. Last week I forgot my tripod connector. This week I forgot my remote. Clearly, somebody needs a check list. I’ve only had the remote for the last month or so, so I figured I would do this old school style with the self timer. That decision lead to the following events:
I sat in a patch of sand spurs.
My camera fell over. Twice.
I screamed like a little girl at the sight of a spider.
I fell out of a tree. Yes, you read that right.
I caused a jogger to trip while laughing at me falling out of a tree.
High Fives, Monday.