It started here, like it does most days, at 5:00 AM. Treadmill, Yoga, Core.
Got home and this little thing (Pepsi) wanted to eat.
Cindy, Jones and I hit the neighborhood coffee joint and then walked over to the park behind our house…
…and took Jones down by the river so he could chase squirrels (you could set up a tent here and never know that you’re in a city).
Went for a ride in the balmy 28-degree weather. Photographing yourself riding a bike is hard.
Got a telephone call that said “The world is falling apart! Can you log on?” So Jones and I went into the office (the living room) to do some work. It’s not how I like to spend my Sunday afternoon, but it’s all the same to Jones. He’s the brains behind this operation, but the deal is that I take responsibility for his work in return for picking up his shit.
Despite Jones’ and my best efforts, the world was still falling apart, and I couldn’t fix it with keystrokes. In-person flogging was required. Hop on a plane to San Francisco. I got in trouble for operating an electronic device during the first ten minutes of flight. But how can you resist this?
Arrive at the Holiday Inn on Kearny just in time to go to bed, and end a day in my life.
I worked the night shift there for six months, being at that place at 5am is tough, good on you.
What’s that halo in the picture, water on the lens or something?
I dig your super-woman, (Molecular Biology/Chemistry/Math degrees, internships at NASA and Fermilab, regional head of Amnesty International in college, the list goes on and on (her, not me), where do I order one, and what’s the going price?
Again, I want one of those too.
Nice caption.
While shooting, you must have been thinking “Ha, I got everybody beat with this one!”, and you were right.
Thanks. Had I waited 30 seconds the sky completely opened up into the most incredible blue I’ve ever seen. If you look to the upper right of the pic you can see the clouds starting to break.
She’s not. It was about 16 degrees F. when I took the picture that morning, she was squinting into the sun, and, most importantly, I had just finished giving her shit about her wardrobe choice. To me, the pants look sea-foam green, and they look quite interesting with her blue coat. But, I’m color-blind, and she duly informed me that her pants are gray (maybe she’s lying, who knows), and that she had committed no fashion crime. I tell you, I don’t know how she tolerates me.
