I have no idea. The photographic equivalent of a butt dial, I don’t know what I pushed or how I was holding the phone or if Siri was taking pictures with or without permission or if the house poltergeist was trying her hand at the photographic arts.
Out of focus. Stressed. About to explode like I’m being cooked from the inside out by a high-powered beam of microwaves.
Sounds about right!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 