One a Day

If you come across a centaur you better fucking yield.

Looks like ink spreading across the surface of a piece of paper.  Without going into any detail, today is an example of life is what happens while you’re making plans.

The fact that I haven’t taken this shot yet, kind of surprises me.  That was a gimme.

This woman was clutching her little portable fan like she was going to pass out if she didn’t have it.  It wasn’t that hot out yesterday.

I’ve never seen someone get so excited over horse racing as this guy.  I personally wish I got that excited over anything.  We interviewed him yesterday, and since I had him under the lights I asked him if I could take his picture.  He happily obliged.

Had a day with shooter yesterday.

I am so far behind today. Here’s one of the 1700 photos I took yesterday.  I like it a bunch, but am so fried that I don’t have much to say about it.

 

Busy weekend.  Congrats to Emily and Vishal on their engagement. I gotta run.

 

When I was little I remember dreaming about flying.  A lot.  Normally like I was superman.  I don’t think I was ever a bird.  My favorite part of the Disney movie The Sword in the Stone was when Merlin and Arthur turn into birds.  On second thought my favorite part is when they were squirrels jumping from tree to tree, and Arthur squirrel starts freaking out because real lady squirrel has the hots for him(Dylan and Rob, you should know I’m writing this despite my better judgement.)

Anyway I always had some obsession with flying.  I remember day dreaming about what it would be like to be a bird, and telling my father that if reincarnation(I doubt I used these words) was a thing that I’d want to be an eagle.  My father told me something resembling “Being a bird isn’t so great, some messed up kids throw rocks at them and hurt them.” I’m paraphrasing of course, but that’s a weird thing to say isn’t it?

I don’t dream very much anymore, I’ll have six months to a year of nothing, then I’ll have a month or two of vivid dreams every night.  The last time I remember having a dream when I was flying was about eight or nine years ago, when I was working I tried to quit smoking and was on the patch.  Apparently if you sleep with the patch on one of the side effects are vivid dreams.  This wasn’t so much flying as it was running really fast.  At one point my feet lifted off the ground and there I was doing barrel rolls running through the air.

I don’t get to have dreams like that anymore.  Now my dreams are that I’m late to work.  Dreams should not be that mundane.  I can’t even remember the last time I had a totally off the wall dream.  I think I’m gonna pick up a box of nicotine patches.

Anyway here are some birds… they’re flying.

First of all this won’t get religious or sacrilegious.  The past few weeks I’ve been extra in my own head about things.  I would say 95% of them at least affect me indirectly.  Even the things that I’m mulling over like a mental patient that don’t involve me involve my girlfriend, my family, my friends, or the fact that the government is reading our emails and checking out of dick pics(which is a whole other story).  I think of coworkers, bosses, work, and money(mine specifically.)  I think of the future and my place in it.  I do think of the Universe and how vast and incomprehensibly big it is, and by comparison how mind bogglingly insignificant I am compared to it, but I’m still thinking about me.

Let’s just be honest.  To us we are the most important people in the story that we’re experiencing.  We’re the main act.  That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t care about people close to us.  It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t care about the injustices spread across the globe.  It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t donate to charity, or work in soup kitchens.  We’re capable of semi selfless acts, but none of us are capable of being completely selfless.

Now I almost want to hear this sermon, but I’m already booked.