As you can see, my photos lately either take the form of badly lit dinner, or nicely lit but faux-artless scenes of plates and knives and forks. Or both. This scene is real, for what it’s worth (or I would’ve moved the damn lens cap out of the way.) I have a theory. Well, that … Continue reading "That was Groffle: The Awful Waffle, a book that I wrote on behalf of my education initiative"