Fly me to the moon
Yesterday was my first official non-vacation day off work since August, 2009. I had been working two full time jobs, overlapping tasks and cramming my schedule every day of the week relentlessly for nine months. It was mentally exhausting, but I am now back to a “five-day” work week, retaining only my job as staff photographer for the six newspapers and one magazine owned by Wednesday Journal Inc. I woke up Tuesday and watered my plants out back, not once worrying about the time for the first morning in nearly a year. It was dreamy.
I wish I could say I completely avoided photographing anything during my first taste of time off but unfortunately I actually broke out the cameras, albeit in a much more relaxed setting. There’s just something about shooting photos simply for the pure joy of the craft.
While relaxing in the grass before playing a softball game with some pals, I noticed this awesome cloud formation above me. Seconds later, I spotted a plane making its way across the sky. I ran to my car, grabbed a camera and snapped a few photos as it glided by. My softball teammates were a little curious, but I think it symbolized my day.
This is one big ol’ world we live in. No sense in getting so caught up in work that you forget to pause and actually enjoy it.