I'm just a 30 year old gal living in the middle of the USA. Work too much, don't play enough. Love photography, ice hockey, playing bass guitar, and most anything British.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
A few thoughts on last night…
- I feel naked at shows without my camera. This lends itself to another slew of problems..
- Without a camera in my hands, I found I have no idea where to put my hands. Usually they’re on the shutter and camera body… but without it, it is all “um, do I put my hands in my pockets? Do I flail wildly?” (Well, I know that isn’t the answer, and while I appreciate those who were grooving to the music last night, respect the personal space bubble, geebus.)
- Without a viewfinder to look through, I realized I have no idea where to look without looking like a creeper leering. I reverted to Engineering Amber, who looked at shoes. What the heck?
- Talking with Kyle afterward, he instinctively asked if I got any good photos, then caught himself and asked where my camera was. I know the venue too well. The lighting is horrible, and I have too slow of glass (I’m working on this, I swear. It is just costly.). The comment was then made, “Oh, so you got to enjoy the show then!” It doesn’t work that way. I mean, I did enjoy the show, but the camera in my hands adds to it. It is almost like a little game to me, challenging me to get good photos, which is more fun still for me.
(onto non-camera related things) - I can’t tell if it makes me just very observant, gives me uber-fan status, or if it just makes me a creeper that on the way to the show, that I was running an hour late for, I pass a familiar Bonnie and Bruce just west of Topeka, and know I haven’t missed the set because I just passed the band on I-70. (I hope that doesn’t make me a creeper. That doesn’t make me a creeper, right?)
- Your glasses are still hot. (Yeah, if you’re thinking I’m writing that about you, you’re probably right. I think you should wear them more often.)
- Pretty sure we need transporter technology still. Wish I could be at the show on Wednesday, but it simply isn’t in the stars. Or budget. And I wish I didn’t have to work on the 29th, but… I do. Bah.
- I bought another hoodie, damn it. Like I needed another one. (THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TOO MANY HOODIES.)
- Late night pancakes with one of my best friends since elementary school was a good way to cap it off. Just wish I didn’t have that 1.5 hour drive back after. (I did get back in before 4:30am, but again, see #7)
