Bath Oil

The Order of the Lion's Pen gathered in a dimly lit farmhouse. Converted from a pigsty, the feeble wood house was bound together by sheer desperation. The cattle rancher convened the meeting with a great knock on the wood. The farmhouse shuddered. Two figures huddled in to the waning light of a single candle. The Order of the Lion's Pen was headed by that cattle rancher who maintained all the museums in Manhattan. The two other figures were the only other members who did not have a family obligations that night so they gathered in shaking bones to the meeting. The figure on the right was a slender woman who could barely have become an adult. She had no family obligations because they had all died in an arson case. The Red Hand was thought to be the culprit, but only under speculation. The figure on the left owned all living plant life in the three mile radius from city square, including the marijuana sown under town hall. They, along with the other members of the Order of the Lion's Pen, were the greatest and most influential figures in the area and because of this, it was they who determined the worth of the living word.

Some simple food photography, less is more

I was bored so i decided it would be interesting to use one flash and take 3 pictures with the flash in different angles. Then I merged all three images in photoshop and came up with this!