I’ve been off the sauce for a bit recently. Due to calamitous collapses of self-control when imbibing. Tonight I’ve been allowed – by both myself and Teresa – a small snifter o’ whiskey.
I kind of wanted to photograph the tint of the whiskey. Maybe alluding to the idea of altered perception through substances? But Teresa poured it into this cute little blue glass (wasn’t blue the colour of poison bottles?). So the boozes’ hue isn’t visible.
This last shot I quite like. Just for the intensity of the blue. Such a minuscule dose helps one to savour it, which is good. If I had the bottle to have I’d probably just clobbered myself with large amounts.