Sunday, March 28th - From the Outhouse to the Penthouse

I started the day by leaving my pace group -- I hate hilly, muddy, root-invested, puddle-riddled trails for "recovery runs" -- especially with my bad back and recent bout of severe back pain.  So, I took off on my own.  


Before I knew it I had cranked out nearly twenty miles at a truly foolish pace.


A quick lunch and a shower and it was off to do some key-shifting at Langara.  After the last critique disaster (IMHO) I was in no mood to piss around.  I was there to shot and get some shots and learn something.  I wasn't going to dick around with anybody.  If my time was going to be wasted, I was going to leave.  Period.


Call it exhaustion, but the positive attitudes of my shooting partners rubbed off on me, and in short order we had a great day.  It was a blast.  I still had a truck full of wardrobe and we made full use of it -  nnika and Kevin were totally professional models.  Strikingly attractive human beings, and with a sense of humour and fun to go along with their amazing good looks.


Maybe it was the tired legs or low-blood sugar, but I didn't bring much new imagination to my shots.  But maybe more importantly, I really had fun with my fellow group of shooters.  And as a team, we really pulled together.  It was a great day.


Nikon D700 and Nikon D3s, and 24-70mm f/2.8 and 70-200mm f/2.8 VRII lenses.


Vince Hemingson