I’ve been combing over my images from my week out of town tonight.

I had a moment’s pause while I was editing a photo– I became self-aware in a moment of sheer emotion– what I can only call ecstasy.

It was joy, it was excitement, it was contentedness, and peace, and it was all caused by proper creation of an image I had seen in my mind’s eye.

It’s like what I imagine being high must like. Nothing else matters any more. You’re just… happy. And giggly. And feel like you simply have to get up and stretch because your skin can barely contain you any more.

I wish I could share some of those images with you, blog. But I cannot. I stamp my name and copyright in the files and I wouldn’t want my stalkers finding my little pretend safe-haven from them.

Alright, back to my cocaine I go.