Eye Eye

I want to take a picture of your eyeball. I said to my wife.
The fact that she accepted this with complete equanimity shows that she is resigned to the kind of things that I'm likely to end up doing in the name of photography.
She doesn't even bat an eye (pun intended) to find me blowing soap bubbles around the house and photographing them, balancing beans into a tower, pretending to be dead and recreating a crime scene (pre blip, that one).
She's very understanding.