The thing is that I shoot the same stuff almost daily, these days. I am still “movement in the world” challenged – in other words I don’t get around much anymore. I love shooting the fog and mist. I kind of relate to it ” just hangin’ out on a winter’s morning hunkered down and still here. Wasn’t a done deal not so long ago. It’s better this way. For real. Someone offered to drive me to some shooting locations. I confessed that I have become a parking lot kind of guy – at least until my back heals up, no uphills and downhills for this ol dude. Keepin’ the faith…
My FB year in review had lots of photographs, some of them are pretty good. It has a lot of words, some of which have been described as unflattering, or unnecessary or in my mind, just bad writing. Shit happens. It has been a complicated year. It started out with the arrival of my fabulous granddaughter and morphed almost immediately into a terrific project, Long Run pictures shot a lot of races and we seemed to be doing very well. All of that activity can tire a person out, so one day I lay down to take a nap and woke up having suffered a stroke which knocked out my peripheral vision. The next day I went for a run and two days later I shot an event here in Eugene. Grit is where you find it. It seemed to me at that time that there was nothing to fear and by the end of the year it has turned out that way. Shortly after the nap, I drove down to Western States, arguably the most historic and high-profile 100 mile race in America, a true privilege for a guy who makes a living shooting ultras. When I got back, full of enthusiasm for the project that we called ” Slammin’: Voices From The Middle of The Pack, damn if there wasn’t another stroke and after that another one. I canceled all of my shooting arrangements for the rest of the year, and the slam project went on hold. Not so very easy to do. I said goodbye to a friend I had hoped would be in my life for a long time to come. It didn’t work out. I wish for her and for everyone the best of everything goin’ forward in the new year: as I hope that we can do our level best to get out of our own way and find the best of each other in one another.
As of today, the year will end with the return of my daughter Ariel from two years abroad. Color me happy. As I was leaving the café where I often have breakfast, big old Ken, owner of the best BBQ joint in town called out to me, see you next year Mikey. Count on it. I said that.