Carré, in Her Backyard
I've developed a head cold, and am now suffering through day 4.
What has this to do with you, you wonder?
My head is currently trapped in an ever-tightening sinus-vice. Yet I write, I post, FOR YOU!!!! I SUFFER FOR YOU!!!!
I'll also have you know that my voice is now at least an octave and a half deeper. Way my voice is now, I could have a lady out of her knickers simply by reading the phone book.
Which is a horrible segue to Carré, about whose knickers I know absolutely nothing.
I can tell you that, and this was to be the original theme of this description, before its tangent into my ailments and associated Barry White voice, having had breakfast with Carré last weekend, I was reminded of a facet of photography I truly enjoy.
In addition to being able to stare at beautiful women to my heart's content, I also have the pleasure of meeting really cool people, and occasionally even becoming their friend.
During breakfast I thought to myself, "wow, we started hanging out just because I wanted to take your picture, and now we're actually friends and boy, I've had this good luck with several people and ain't life funny because, boy this waffle is rather good, but I sure wish it wasn't cold, hm, I wonder what Portland's like right now, and for some reason I really hate that hipster couple across from us, ooh, pretty jogger..." well, it just goes on like that for awhile, because I have weird brain things.
So let's all just take a moment and appreciate the opportunities photography has given us.
Sure, I get to make art, be micro-popular, and write off a bunch of things on my taxes.
But I also get to hang out with some pretty swell people. And that's a damned fine thing.
Carré grinning somewhat devilishly, up on the blog: blog.louobedlam.com/post/85802749/i-think-id-live-a-satis... target=