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“Basically, I realized I was living in that awful stage of life between twenty-six to and thirty-seven known as stupidity. It’s when you don’t know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don’t even have a philosophy about all the things you don’t know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight.” ― Lorrie Moore, Anagrams

slaughterhouse90210:

“Basically, I realized I was living in that awful stage of life between twenty-six to and thirty-seven known as stupidity. It’s when you don’t know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don’t even have a philosophy about all the things you don’t know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight.”
― Lorrie Moore,
Anagrams


Today at work I stepped Into a boat with my camera for a piece on therapeutic fly fishing for veterans. There was a shortage of participants so I got a boat and a guide all to myself. I was on the river for about an hour. I filmed the outlines of fisherman through fog. I tried to capture the vibrant green of algae beneath the water.
We glided past the participants to the damn before heading back. I kept myself and my camera dry. It was wonderful.  

Today at work I stepped Into a boat with my camera for a piece on therapeutic fly fishing for veterans. There was a shortage of participants so I got a boat and a guide all to myself. I was on the river for about an hour. I filmed the outlines of fisherman through fog. I tried to capture the vibrant green of algae beneath the water.

We glided past the participants to the damn before heading back. I kept myself and my camera dry. It was wonderful.  

Today I got to film inside the komodo dragon habitat and I survive to tell the tale!

Outside the fireworks exploded and I thought for the millionth time how holidays are always disappointing, even when they’re just about hot dogs and jello shots. It’s the expectation of that big bright fullness that makes me want to take a nap or pick a fight with someone. I always cry on birthdays. I’ve hid in the bedroom on Christmas. It’s possible I’m just not good with structured celebration, or the accepted calendar for joy.

I love fireworks. So after carefully examining my sleeping schedule and deciding that I’d rather be tired than unhappy, Chris and I drove downtown right before the fireworks started. I didn’t really plan it I just drove. The most magical thing happened, I found a spot right beside the river only a few hundred feet from the bridge. We stood, shoulder to shoulder leaning against my beat up red car with our faces lifted upward. After watching the finally we quickly jumped back into my car and we were back in less than 15 minutes. I cant get over the spot we found, or how well traffic went afterward.