||[Jun. 21st, 2006|10:21 am]
I wrote this last night at the paper, I think around midnight:|
Today was fucking awesome.
A welcome and telling reverse from yesterday.
I had to take my car to the shop to get a safety test performed, lest my license is suspended (I just transferred my registration to RI). The test ended up costing $200 and change, what with my worn brake rotors and rear tire. I had to drop my car off at the only place that could take it today, with the guarantee that it would be done some time in the afternoon. Luckily it was a slow afternoon, with only a feature, a graduation, and a night baseball game on my schedule. I ended up walking around for several hours, waiting for my car to get worked on. I wandered around neighborhoods that made me think somewhat of dorchester and Eugene Richards--places that would be difficult to watch for features if in a car. I saw a girl practicing color guard routines in her backyard, and talked with her and some friends for bit after making a couple frames of a flag in the air. People can be so fucking great sometimes.
I then walked down to the beach (which took something like half an hour) and ended up finding some guys skim boarding (I miss that so fucking much!) and got my feet, shoes, and pants very wet, but came away with a nice feature. I also want to spend the rest of my summer mornings on a skim board.... I also got to talk with some kids about life as a photog: "Do you make very good money as a photographer?" "No, I'm barely making a living." My summary: "Look at this: it's a gorgeous day, I'm getting exercise, meeting awesome people, and not stuck in a fucking office. I couldn't ask for a better life."
The rest of the day was pretty cool, too, but that is really what made it for me. And the fact that my feet are still wet.
Need to finish editing.