More on this. I promise.
The composition of the picture was deliberate. Wanted to catch the glare and shine of the sun. And my legs.
Remember, experimenting is what a budding Renaissance man does.*
*That might be my way of saying, "Yea, that didn't really work. Not nearly as well as I hoped."
Or do Renaissance Men never admit less than perfection? I do think we (the royal "we" of the Renaissance Man collective?) know perfect when we see it. And we'll show it to you every time.
Big thoughts, my friend. Big thoughts.