Sleepless and Assignmentless

At the hour of 4:15 am, I write this, wishing I could fall asleep. However, a late night dosage of Dr. Pepper has sought to make this dream of dreaming impossible. Having a lot on the mind doesn't help, either.

It looks as if I will not have another video for the Daily Tar Heel this week. All these great ideas I discover or attempt to create myself are all at the maybe stage, where they could happen, where the interest is there but the production isn't.

Two student poverty oriented stories have not left the drawing board. As for the idea that fell into my lap, it could never happen, it seems. The person that learned to read at 72 is currently in the hospital, and we have to see what occurs with his release and general health. He could be too weak to continue his promotional tour for the facility that educated him, or it may take him a good while to reach the point where he could do it again, lessening my chances of the DTH funding it (the editor completely supports this idea). It's all a waiting game.

However, I have great company to occupy me in the meantime. My good friend and UNC graduate is spending a great deal of her break from grad school with me to catch up and to have me do her senior portraits. Those will soon appear here along with photographs I plan to do for another friend that has graced his head with a faux hawk and wants to show it off to the world.

Photographing for fun is something I do not find myself doing often, and I always tell myself this should change. The more you shoot, the better you shoot. It is a simple fact that eludes me often, as well. And what better way is there to shoot than when the pressure to perform ceases and the laughter begins? I never want photography to become something I dread because all the joy vacated it, leaving only a job. As of now, I could care less if I died on a photo shoot. I would at least end my life doing exactly what I enjoy. Having that escape me, would leave me completely numb, otherwise.