Ladies and Gentlemen, I have bitten off more than I can chew.
In the next seven days, I will have shot 9 photo shoots, which will require a quick turnaround for editing because these photos are holiday card photos and potential holiday gifts. I will have traveled to Connecticut (7 hours in the car), only to turn around and head to Massachusetts (5 hours in the car) less than 24 hours later.
I am a mother, a wife, a sister, a friend. Those roles have obligations.
I am a writer and photographer, with a blog that I love and readers who enjoy being here. I have an obligation to you all as well.
The photography class I signed up for, that exorcised my funky demons, is a WAY bigger deal than I anticipated. Think a showing of our work reflecting the aftermath of Hurricane Irene in an actual gallery, with corresponding written works that will be punctuated by our images. No pressure.
Don’t forget Life and Karma, those two schemers who always love to throw a curve ball in the works as soon as I get my act together. I’m sure there will be a flat tire or a surprise camera malfunction that is going to make this entire ordeal that much more interesting. Oh, man.
I’m in for it.
So, I may be a bit MIA, but I promise this flurry is but short-lived, and I’ll be back in full effect as soon as I am a little less obligated. Not to say I won’t be here at all; just a little less frequently. Soon I’ll be complaining about how boring life in Vermont is again. Promise.









