My finest work.
Yesterday, with a brief note, I offered my finest photographic work from the week that passed. It wasn’t exactly the picture above, but one so extremely like it this picture is likely familiar to you.
But my thousands of imaginary followers were having none of that!
“I saw your best picture, and while this is all very painterly and peaceful, we both know it is not your finest work of the week. We both know what was really special.”
“You mean…?” I replied.
“Of course.” They said emphatically. “A formal correction is required.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
My best picture last week was not a painterly picture of a tiny fall in my local creek. I am sorry for my error.
My best picture was of mini Dan, on a moose.
I regret any inconvenience this may have caused you.