I cannot tell you how many times I have shown up at events with a couple of cameras around my neck, a gadget bag full of odds & ends and a lighting kit and have been asked that question. If it happened once every few years, that would be one thing. But it happens a LOT. It's like getting pulled over by the police and he's standing there with uniform, gun, flashing lights and asking him "Are you a cop?" I would love to come back with a witty reply, such as "No, I am Jesus. Don't you recognize my beard?" However, I cannot be that rude.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Days are going by & I am too busy to post anything here. Too busy also means too tired. This photo of my neice and her baby taken at my mother's house this past Sunday. She was visiting from Philadelphia, PA.