by the man-in-plastic – j. kiely jr., photographer, pilot, diver and sometimes nerd
Opportunity has presented me with a gift and I’ve grabbed with gusto to this one. It really feels right.
In the process right now, battered and bruised fingers to prove it, of renovating a former dog grooming shop and warehouse into my office and studio.
It’s a big project. The space was pretty trashed when I first saw it 3 weeks ago. I’ve bitten off a full mouthful to be sure, but I really feel this is a good move.
But it’s tough on the fingers!
Was talking the other evening to a fellow photographer that attended the inauguration in D.C. back in January. ( Brrrr, was it cold. ) The other photographer actually was getting paid to be there and did a bang up job as usual. Seems odd, but neither one of us had much by the way of souvenirs from the big event after we left. I’m thinking the act of making pictures gives you all the physical ( sort of ) memories you could ever want or need. Or maybe photojournalists tend to be a less nostalgic group. Not sure.
Of the few items I do have, I present my Metro pass ticket. Still worth something I think. As a ticket if nothing more.
