My partner and family have dealt me a cruel blow. Apparently if l cannot take control of my (so called) obsessiveness with the ocean and photography, they have threatened to have me locked away in what they described as a padded cell. I said thats fine as long as it’s near the ocean. I often wonder whether l should have married a mermaid. She would always be there to greet me, sitting on the rocks, watching over me.
On a serious note, does anyone have the number for Photoholics Anonymous?
Darren J.
