Seems as if things have gotten to the point where I shave on the weekend. Work, life, everything piles up to force choices. Last night someone told me I look like Steve Jobs. I don’t see it.
I was staring into a 16mm lens when our photographer snapped this picture. He was reminding me how the camera works as I was recalled to action for a photo assignment. It wasn’t on my list of things to do when I arrived in my office in the morning but sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
Riding to and from work provides a fantastic opportunity to quiet the mind before the day spins up. The weather has been warm and misty this week with some lovely fog to ride through. Just down the street from home I took a moment to take in the sunrise before continuing on to the office.
This scene would look equally nice with a motorcycle.
Senator Tim Kaine made a campaign stop at Penn State today. After a speech to students at the Hetzel Union Building he made a quick stop at the Berkey Creamery for some ice cream. It’s always interesting to observe how these events unfold from the staff and press corps to the work of the Secret Service. I could see a lot of agents and assume there were others that I didn’t. Security was more intense when Senator Obama was campaigned for President. And even stricter when I photographed President George W. Bush. When President Clinton was here there were snipers down the hall from my office.
There’s a lot of energy in these events. As a photographer, especially one not engaged in the business anymore on a daily basis, the crowded jostling of the press corps is a unique experience as everyone pushes for position. Behind me were a dozen or so photographers, videographers and writers.
New Hampshire’s state motto seems an appropriate life strategy when things get particularly chaotic. Riding the scooter can shine a light on what’s important and what’s not. I still marvel and how easy it is to break life down into the simplest of components. Live free or die makes total sense.
The warm weather is departing as autumn advances toward winter. It’s all happening too fast.