Unbeknownst to me, my so called career at IBM, which had taken a turn to the worst and which had seriously agravated my mental health, would finally hit a snag, and the last position I held would be the death knell, forcing me, in the end, to relocate to some humbler abode.

The apartment location, its wide windows through which the bright light of the sun poured profusely, its blank walls and its large rooms, sparsely furnished, combined to form the perfect workshop for a photographer, as it were.

It was during that brief transitive period of time that I undertook to convert the space available, when the need arose, into a makeshift photographic studio, using my speedlight flash units, a couple of light stands, umbrellas and a reflector, as a lighting setup.

Was that arrangement better than a professional photo studio? Maybe not. But it did not mean that it was inadequate. After all a photographer works with what is available and doing photoshoots in your own home gives you freedom from the ticking clock. It allows you to be more deliberate in your way of working. It gives you room to breathe.