I have a solution to the local traffic problems. Really.
All it will require is for the County Commission to fill the daily schedule the local DOT management with meetings on opposite corners of town.
I think the problems would get fixed rather quickly if they became part of the daily grind for those tasked with keeping them in check.
Look how long it’s been since I posted!
I’m repentant. Truly. I’ve been most busy, but that’s little excuse.
Wikipedia is great, but having so much information so close to hand isn’t *always* a good thing.
Anyway, enjoy your day.
:)
Toni’s page was actually done a while back, but I just got the OK from her to open it up. Enjoy.
I counted up the number of people who are waiting on me for photos.
The number is embarassingly high.
Slow, steady progress *is* being made, though that might not be visible to the outside world. I anticipate this week finishing off one, perhaps even two, of my backlog entries, at which point I will dance the happy dance, then go heads-down back to work.
I should never have gotten so far ahead in the photos, though of course one hates to pass up any opportunity to shoot.
But post-processing takes time, and attention, and labor, and persistence. And the reality is, I don’t have the time for this I once did.
There’s no question that I’ll be doing fewer shows, and far fewer shoots, this coming year. Even if Ian (or anyone else) wants to pay me to do so, I’d have to think long and hard before letting a pastime that I enjoy so much become a “job” again.
It damn near ruined photography for me, last time I did.
In the meantime, I appreciate everyone who’s been so patient with me so far, particularly Tim and Pete, who have publication deadlines to deal with.
Those who *haven’t* been *quite* as patient should consider that distractions can actually *slow* the process considerably.
Overheard on CNN today, from one of the victims of a spate of deadly tornadoes that ripped through Central Florida:
Eat your heart out, Ray Nagin.
I like cold weather.
I like warm weather.
At this time of year in North Florida, though, I feel the urge to shake my fist at the sky and yell, “Pick one!”
Still, I must admit that certain combinations of cool air and relative humidity make the bike run a treat.
“Coupla miles to work, no problem,” it suggests, “though don’t forget that Cincinnati’s just a couple more miles down the road. You up for it?”