If you’ve been in Cincinnati for the past month or so, you’re probably done with snow. This was shot when things were just getting started, so I was glamoured by it. Photographers love snow like people in the 70’s loved blow. You’ll hear us go on and on about contrast and fill light and negative space. But at the end of the day, it sucks. It’s just really cold rain. It sticks to your shoes and messes up your carpets. It forces us to put salt down on the roads, which eats through the metal on our cars. Screw seasons.
Sorry for the rant, but this was shot at the University of Cincinnati campus. I was on my way to speak at some photojournalism classes. It amazes me how much of an adult I am. I drive to speak at UC where I’m supposed to inspire young journalists, but I sing in my car the whole way there and I have to move my yo-yo out of the way to get spare change out of my glovebox.
To quote the quirkiest and most awesome alt-folk/bluegrass band Wonky Tonk: “To young for the old and to grown for the youth, I’m stuck in the middle and no substance will soothe, my life’s all scattered, got no time for rest.”
I have to say the photo inspires little in me – especially now that the season seems to be changing. However, you’ve made up for it with your writing. Yo-yo.
If I can nail one or the other everyday, I won’t complain. And they do get better. I promise!