Thanks, guys.
The thing is, the longer I remain active in photography the more convinced I become that you are only limited by the circumstances in which you find yourself.
I've mentioned before that I believe that I could wander around here and get a useful picture every time. That's not to turn me into genius, but just that the ambience is generous. I know I crave a return to city life, but at the same time I know it would be one helluva wrench! That said, I think we need some kind of pasture new at different phases in life. The ideal, pour moi, would be a lottery win and a new life in a top apartment in Rome, a city my wife-to-be and I fell in love with back in '57. (This solving some possible mystery?)
I spent lunchtime looking at snaps of Cindy Crawford's daughter and wondering what kind of life the future was going to deal her. All the advantages of native wealth and good looks don't, of themselves, guarantee happiness; check out Stephanie of Monaco if you don't think I have a point.
On the other hand, maybe it was simply that my fish could have been hotter.
Perhaps just as well we can't read the runes.
Rob
