After hearing the bad news about my interview, I headed out with the boys to an old, run-down warehouse for an evening of photography. It was a great excuse to take my mind off things and also a chance to get out my umbrella diffuser and play with flash photography. The boys always refer to these evenings as Prop Box nights because, Steve (pictured), comes with a box full of bits and bobs, as well as disturbing masks and weaponry. Anyone who happened upon us by accident may fear for their lives.
A snap a day 