For the first time in my life, alcohol has caused me personal problems. I never thought it would, but only now do I see the error of my ways.
My wife had made a wonderful meal and suggested I take a couple of pictures of the food. (She likes to include pictures in her cookbook.)
A glass of wine, sitting on the stove, made for an irresistable photographic opportunity. The shadow it cast was interesting enough, but the light coming through the glass created these vivid red lines in the middle of the shadow.
Fifteen minutes later, I had a couple of pictures I was happy with and a wife that was none too happy with me for letting the food get slightly cold. (It was still good!)