I bought a little tripod (on sale, $16). Its legs are flexible, so it doesn’t require a flat surface, and with some manipulation you can even wrap it around something–in this case a half-full bottle of really good, inexpensive wine from Chile. How sad would it be if I started taking pictures of myself? Oh wait, I already did *wink wink*. Ha ha. But only because I’m starting to tire of swimming and yoga, and I wanted evidence that at some point in my life, I at least tried to take care of myself. Ha ha. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Ha ha. Just so it’s clear, I did not buy the tripod so I can take pictures of myself. I only thought that after it arrived in the mail, but whatever. Ha ha. I plan to take the tripod to a rooftop bar next week, so I can finally take pretty, long-exposure pictures of the city at night.
