Extreme Macro

I stumbled onto this video about an extreme macro photography trick a few months ago, and sent it to my husband. He just recently found time to try it.

Doc posted a few of the resulting photos to his Facebook account, including this one:

"My wedding ring showing the scars of 22 years."

Hours later, the subject came up and he asked, unnecessarily, if the caption he’d put had bothered me at all. The use of the word “scars” doesn’t often connote something positive.

“Not in the least, ” I assured him. “And I clicked on the little ‘I Like This’ icon so everyone would know.”

“I’d guessed that’s why you did that,” he said and smiled.

I’m proud of the nicks and scars. I’d be wary of a marriage that was only polish and gleam.

Here are a few more shots he took:

"Cursor on my monitor. Hard to believe that is a white background."

"Logo on nail clippers. Interesting that appears to be raised yet it is engraved into it."

Leaf of an African Violet plant.

Dead leaf from an African Violet (I need to water them more often).

One Sentence

“True stories, told in one sentence.”

Here are some that particularly caught my eye:

As I felt the skin of my upper thigh tug as I tried to pull the small bottle of superglue out of my right pocket, I realized something must have gone horribly wrong.

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He bounced off three branches before hitting the ground, but when he got up the first thing he said was, “Don’t tell Mom!”

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The newspaper failed to mention I was completely sober returning from work and that she was a suicidal alcoholic with a history of jumping in front of cars.

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Two weeks after I told him I was too embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone, I was naked in his bed, and I still don’t know how he did it.

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