F-stop. F. Stop.

‘Is it me, or is that satyr looking at me funny.’

Note to self: Remember to increase your depth of field sometime.

Personally, I rather enjoy the blur. Lion beer goggles, or something.

This character guards the Corcoran, the ring having somehow been pried from his teeth.

One Response to “F-stop. F. Stop.”

  1. Robert says:

    Sweetness of a wide open aperture… :-)


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