Notes from aside the camera
Part of the home-deal is I drive the kids to school. Which makes perfect sense, since there are three buses that come down our road every morning for elementary school pickups. (Okay, only one of them goes to the right school, but still …)
The in-laws were in town for a few days, which is a good thing – I have really cool in-laws. They can come anytime they want. And not just because they always pay for lunch and dinner (though I did sneak cash into a register at a school function Friday before they noticed).
For lunch, we headed to one of our favorite little Cuban places and, even though it was cool and rainy outside, it was humid enough inside to build up a little sweat.
I know I complain about the weather here in Georgia occasionally. Okay … a lot. But there’s only so many ways you can photograph Hot and Sunny and Humid. You need changes in the weather to make better photos. Even when it rains here, it’s not much of a photo. You try, but you get … well … just wet.
Unless you try something different.
Every semester, I find a way to torture myself. Not in some metaphysical, psychological way (that I do daily), but in some truly pain inducing, sleep depriving holistic way. Saturday was this semester’s attempt.
I succeeded.