Every year the aspiring photographer brought a stack of his best prints to an old, honored photographer, seeking his judgment. Every year the old man studied the prints and painstaking ordered them into two piles, bad and good. Every year the old man moved a certain landscape print into the bad stack. At length he turned to the young man: “You ( Read more... )

All my best ideas are stolen.

Also, this is a better recipe than was in that app. Fewer pictures of America, but still tasty.