Gaaahh! You just can't take me out into polite society. Even when I'm not trying, I find the most sexual item in a room to focus on. Last night my husband and I toured the Biltmore House after listening to my youngest daughter sing beautiful tunes within the walls of this four acre mansion. Big signs remind other folks that photography is not allowed. But, I know deep down inside, they really want me to take photos so I go into my private eye stealth mode with my D70 hidden beneath my pea coat. As we walk through the maze of rooms, I shoot from the hip. This is in the library. I did not notice the naked pair of andirons adorning the fireplace until I got home and opened up the photo. Now, I can't take my eyes off of them. I'm such a low life...
And...how in the heck do I tag a post like this?
