at 7:30 a.m., I could shoot the photos of the trading floor. So I set four different alarm clocks and beat them all by getting up at 5 - very excited about my day. I got dressed, grabbed my gear and stood in front of the elevator forever, only to find out the damn thing was broken. Down the seven flights of stairs I went - and waited in the lobby for my ride.  Next to this lovely bowl of apples.  I love this painting - it has thick, vivid brush strokes - very rich in greens and purples.