Purse Photography

Into the recesses of a...purse

Most of you have had a phone call that has been butt dialed by someone unbeknownst to him or her.  My brother is famous for butt dialing.  I stand there speaking into the phone only to hear distant voices in a conversation of which I am not a part.

Fortunately my phone, which I keep in my purse, has never dialed a number without my knowledge.  Those little gremlins that practice those sorts of pranks use another trick on me.  It is a little thing called purse photography.

Those little guys who make their home in my purse have lately started having a blast. 

I take out my phone only to discover the battery has depleted while the miniature photographers are busy at work.  I discover a myriad of photos...of the inside of my purse.  No I didn’t snap idiotic snapshots of my lipstick container, those dastardly gremlins did it. 

Now, most of these images are mainly black space, (It’s dark in there) but occasionally it may be identifiable.  Hopefully they will hone their craft and come up with some really good shots.  If not my phone plan expires in March and perhaps I will get a smart phone.  With any luck maybe that phone will be smarter than they are.