I thought I would pipe in and give my 2 cents.. sort of a 'take it or leave it' kinda thing... I won't mention said photographer's name here because this is written without notifying her, but I will say that after a few seconds of googling, I found her blog. She really has nothing to worry about, her photos are amazing and inspiring to say the least! Nuff said.
A few hours passed, and while I was watching "Stardust" with Grit (my lady), it popped into my head again... what about MY name? Maybe I should 'dumb down the name a bit' so humans can understand it... Wachniak. WachnEEak. Watch-Knee-Yak. Picture a Watch, perhaps on a Knee of a big fuzzy Yak.
oh, by the way:
yak :
–noun
1.
a large, stocky, shaggy-haired wild ox, Bos grunniens, of the Tibetan highlands, having long, curved horns: endangered.
then after the movie, I started to tinker in Photoshop. The photo isnt mine, I googled and found it... anyways, my point is:
so, what's in a name? Why, a Yak, of course! :)
I don't think I have anything to worry about. Maybe Grit does though, she has to cuddle up to a smelly yak every night ;)
1 comment:
you are a funny guy..i'm sure grit is in stitches lots. :)
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