Walk in the park

Found a lone walker today between rain showers. All the tents from a festival the day before still lined the bank of Chickamauga Lake. It turned out alright, but I kept wishing to be a foot-and-a-half taller.

Bug-A-Paluza

Odd that Chattanooga had been hosting this for ten years before VW announced a plant opening here. It was another day of playing in the rain and running in circles. It's an adventure being the shooting half of the Sunday photo staff. You never know what will be thrown in your path.

Rant of a tired intern

Overtime on my 'Friday' night.

Taxes and tea

The postal workers stayed late and took taxes in a drive-thru manner outside the mail sorting facility. They were pleasant beyond reason. One even dressed as Uncle Sam, so you could hand him your taxes in person. Those protesting taxes were gathered at the opposite end of town, angry signs and American flags in their hands. This is the first year I've filed my own taxes. Perhaps I would be more upset if I made enough money to owe the government something. The big question is why are there so many people here rioting? Tennessee doesn't even have an income tax. They're all paying less than most people in the nation anyway.

A wild day

The photo department here refers to feature photos as "wild art." That amounts to most of what I did today. There were 40mph winds followed by sun, then rain later in the shift.

Timeless

I was sent out with that discription. "Find something timeless," said the night desk. So they can run it next week and not tomorrow. I drove in circles for a while. Found a horse in a yard on the south side of town, but it went in before I could even park. I decided to go in search of composition first and wait for the people to materialize. This is unusual for me. But I like the anonymity of it. The night desk just issued a smirk. Better find out what that means...

Family portrait

All of the sisters in this family of 50 were bemoaning the absence of another. And I spoke up in her defense, seeing as I was also the child not home for Easter. They decided, once I was finished taking pictures of their family that they would photograph me with surrogate family members. So, Happy Easter from our family to yours.