In a brusque departure from my usual squirrels and birds, we got a new stove today. Our old one, after about 13 years — maybe longer; I don’t remember except my father was still alive so it was more than 12 years ago — lost its thermostat on top and in the oven. Anyway, that was our best guess. We gave up using the oven. Even using the surface was dicey.
It would got super hot, then sort of die, then flash super hot again. I gave up, gave in, and bought a new stove. Over the telephone from the same dealer — local — who had sold us the old one. They delivered it today and while I was taking pictures of it , I got to thinking how taking pictures of inanimate things for advertising is one of the few ways to make serious money in photography.
I always wondered why until I started doing product photography myself. I realized you need a big studio and many lights. Probably an assistant. Getting products ready to photograph is a full-time job and some of this stuff is heavy. Like my stove.
So there I was when, I saw me reflected in the oven door. I took the shot.
Note how my jeans are too long. This is because my pants are falling off. When everyone was gaining weight, I was losing it. No, I don’t know why. It just happened.
These pants were tight and now they are very loose. I hate belts, but I’d better wear one. It’s so embarrassing to have your pants fall down in public. Assuming I ever go out in public again. I’m beginning to like the hermit’s life. Should I be worried about that?