Photographic Decapitation

Yesterday, I went out on the street for the first time ever since I came back from the trip, just trying to get back in the swing. More like a rehab, I guess.

 

Wasn't too bad, I managed to snap a few shots. For the entire time though my right wrist was aching, as if to scream out "dude, you went your vacation, and I thought I was on mine now. I'm not ready to go back to work yet!" to me.

 

Well, sorry wrist. I think it's about time.

Done