1/320s | f5.6 | 27mm | One of the places I would have loved to make a stop at on my one-day trip to the Scottish Highlands.
When I was quite young, I almost died. True story.
Despite constant parental pleas, I deemed it wise to waddle to the deep end of the wave pool at a water theme park. Not knowing how to swim wasn't a deterrent at all; I was either very brave or brainless. Anyway, my bravery and wit (I prefer the gutsy and smart version of my younger-self) weren't enough to outsmart the fake wave. I was pulled underwater and was taking in gulps of chlorine-laced water. Just when I thought I saw a shimmer of white light (or was it a pussycat? These things are hard to tell when you're drowning), I felt a sudden tug and to cut a long story short, I did not die.
A few years later, I was almost mauled to death by a pack of wild dogs. Being no stranger to near-death experiences, this is what I have to say: Miley Cyrus, you didn't have to apologise for posing semi-nude for Annie Leibovitz, one of the greatest photographers ever. Leave the squeaky-clean image to your lovable alter ego, Hannah Montana; go live life however you want and don't apologise for anything you do unless it involves denying me, your biggest fan ever, a free front row ticket to what I'm sure would be your awesome concert.
Marilyn Monroe was probably glad she did The Last Sitting before she died 6 weeks after. My point is, Miley, life passes you by fast; it's OK to stop and pose artistically-nude sometimes.