Tonight the project blues have reached up and put the squeeze on my soul. The act of developing a concept puts beads along my forehead and my bones ache. I am empty and so I’ve passed the creative development off to the muse. She asked me to get a prop, which did give me a little inspiration, and I shot the best I could muster. By and by my critical eye is not very pleased with my work but indeed one more night is in the books and I’m moving on.