From A Different Angle

Girls, no… Girls! GIRLS!! 😀
I’m not trying to swoon you over by showing you my pretty hairy (or hairy, pretty?) leg. All I’m trying to do is to show that, in all my perfectness *ahem* even I have my imperfections. And really, wouldn’t it be boring if I’d only write about the great things of being on my own?

So… Last week I had friends over from Holland. We spent a long weekend in the Finnish jungle, faaaaar away from civilization, in a cabin without electricity, without running water and only candles to light up whatever we wanted to see. I vaguely remember hitting my leg at some point during the weekend. It was on a very pointy corner of a wooden table. It wasn’t excruciatingly painful, but enough for me to notice. And well… Right on the muscle of the thigh, the biggest muscle in the body. I rubbed it a couple of times, like you do when you hit yourself, and forgot about the whole thing. We spent quite some time in the sauna during the weekend, but I never really did see a bruise. That came only on Monday or so, just when the guys left for their trip back home. And ever since it’s been growing and growing (it now covers about half the width of my thigh). It’s looking really nasty at the moment, even if it doesn’t hurt.

I guess I just need some sympathy and a hug. The guys never noticed (tough guy here 😀 and I wouldn’t prefer a hug from them anyway), but right now I really could have my Better Half over to give me a hug 😉

D700, ISO1600, 1/125 sec @ f/3.3, Nikkor 50mm

D700, ISO800, 1/125 sec @ f/5.6, Tamron 90mm macro