Flashes of Panic

I’m not the only one here who is (sometimes) in a playground of strange and interesting things. Yesterday our photo researcher was in the conference room with a wineglass full of very diluted iced tea. It turns out he was taking a picture of a coaster from these folks.

I have to assume this is for some sort of pharmacology chapter, maybe in this book? (We have an older book with the wonderfully euphonic title, Neuropsychopharmacology.)

Ever since we got a digital camera which takes print-quality photos, we’ve had increasing numbers of in-house shots in the books. This saves money, but reduces the stock-photography serendipity, like the time I found a shot of a former college classmate distributing condoms in our sexuality text.

Now playing: Walking The Ghost from James by James