I’m grateful to live in a creative household where it seems like something is always going on. I think Julia and I kind of feed off of, and inspire, each other. If one is flagging in the energy department, the other one tends to stoke the fires.
I’ve been trying to teach myself photography somewhat seriously over the last couple months. It’s something I’ve practiced at an amateur level for several years, it’s just now I’ve come to see it as a tool to help my freelance writing efforts (a writer who can supply the words as well as pictures is pretty valuable). Meanwhile, Julia is continuing with her fashion design, and is currently working on a show that isn’t a DonkeyGirl thing. That requires some photographic support as well.
So Sunday morning found us downtown at Charlie B’s in Missoula at 9:15 AM. Our friend Mercedes joined us and we proceeded to spend an enjoyable time shooting pictures in, of all places, the men’s restroom . . . one of the grossest in town. Sound weird? It was. But it was also a blast. And Mercedes is gorgeous, isn’t she?
After that I had some lunch, then joined up with Travis and Jimmy for American Falcon practice, where we are well on our way to being on schedule to record our second album in December. Monday dawns with still-ringing ears, sore fingers, an aching neck from staring at images on the screen, a review to write for the Indy, and I’m grateful for every bit of it. . . .