Monday night’s loss to Covington Catholic was painful for Dixie families to watch, but our kids showed great poise and grace even in the face of a humbling defeat.
One afternoon, two parades, and so many shots that the shutter on my Mark iii nearly caught fire. Stepping out with the holiday revelers on Orphanage Road in Fort Mitchell kicked off our Fourth of July afternoon, then home for a quick lunch followed by the City of Independence parade.
Of all the places where I have uncapped a lens, Cincinnati is my hands-down favorite. And why not? Cincinnati boasts a wide array of locations, a full spectrum of seasonal possibilities, a healthy collection of competing photo, film and video vendors, and magic light as beautiful as anywhere. And Porkopolis traffic on a typical day is pretty light by NY/LA standards, even in rush hour — so I spend less time driving and more time shooting.
In a flash of genius, my wife turned to me and said “I bet Big Bone Lick would be fun.” This might be a good time to clarify for those of you who are neither Kentuckians nor paleontologists. My lovely wife had not just made an indecent proposal to me from within earshot of our horrified children.
Every photographer I have ever known looks for two lenses. There’s the lens we really want, and the lens we can afford. … I could just fly to Mexico, sell a kidney on the black market, and the 2.8L would be mine — if not for three kids and a mountain of debt. Alas, I will have to get mine the slow and legal way.