By Thursday of every week. The questions about the weekend regarding where we’re heading and what we’ll be doing surface. Come Friday, and even Saturday morning. By that time. Any and all ideas brought up in the prior days are more than likely, old news and we’re eventually off in a different direction. No matter the destination. The journey and stops along the way are the moments that matter the most. The complaints about traffic and conversations about the next step and the upcoming weekends. It’s the company we keep and the moments you experience together that matter. So go out and experience life. Whether you’re on the road or just around the corner. Go. Now.
she asked “Oh, are you a photographer?” I paused and might have even stalled before answering “I used to be.” Explaining that I used to work as a photographer and did a lot of studio photography back east. It was the first time we talked outside of the confines and time frame of our elevator or hallway and I did my very best to hold my own. Though I don’t work in a studio anymore and don’t really advertise my services the way I used to, due to my heath. I’m rather pleased to know that those issues have done nothing to diminish the passion and drive I always had for photography and what inspires me on a daily basis. So, looking back to that random question. If asked again, I’d most likle reply, “Why Yes, I am.”
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