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.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Just Some Notes:
The Sun is out here in Chaumont, NY. It's just 30 degrees at 11:45AM. Spring is arriving, slowly, but arriving. I am still reading the Mark Twain biography written by Ron Powers. A good, good book. The bridge on my favorite guitar is lifting up and needs to be repaired. I hope to take care of that withinn a month or so. My mother has had a few health problems the last few weeks. We had a family meeting with her last night to try to figure out how to help her get through these things and remain living in her home. The wood pile that has been feeding my wood stove all Winter is almost depleted. This year we burned much more wood than the previous 2 years. The apartment is till torn up. Hopefully Tuesday Wedenesday I will be close to finishing it up. I am putting a new floor, toilet, and sink in the bathroom. I have a couple of jobs to photograph in Syracuse this evening. My cars need some maintenance that I have been putting off for several reasons.
Yesterdays photo just screams out for some text. It is a scene in Syracuse, NY, so today I just added Syracuse in the lower black area of the photo.
Gene Autry was the most. It may sound like a joke - Go and have a look in my bedroom, It's covered with Gene Autry posters. He was my first musical influence.