It's Called Compromise

It's Called Compromise, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

Not knowing what I was gonna shoot today, I recruited the Little Purple Monsters help. We sat there for a few minutes, I thinking, him picking his nose and an Idea came to mind. Fire. His eyes got big with excitement over the idea of shooting Fire. I told him my idea of setting him on fire and shooting him as he rolls around in a puddle of gasoline. His eyes quickly shrank and became beady as he glared at me. I gave him my "What?" look and he said he had a better idea. Wind. Cool I said, but how do we shoot wind I inquired. He turned around, bent over, broke wind at me and snickered. My eyes swollen shut from the noxious fumes, I glared at him. Well, I think I glared at him, I couldn't really see very well anymore. I reached out through the murky air, grabbed him, threw him in the dirt, burried him upto his neck and clicked the shutter button. We'll compromise I said, we're doing Earth. And I left him there.

View on black or I'll bury you up to your neck in earth.

Our Daily Challenge: Earth Wind or Fire
Say, do you remember
Dancin in September
(hehehe, get THAT song stuck in your head)