8 am, wake up on the good ol’ couch of some dear and generous friends who let me crash in their home with startling frequency. read the news, check the email, dawdle for an hour. no breakfast. i need to get better about eating breakfast.
9am, get ready to go. hot showers are an absolute requirement for me in the morning, hot hot hot ones, and when i am traveling i always wear this necklace, a gift from o. isn’t it pretty?
10am, finally out the door, only to be greeted by snow lazily drifting onto my rental car, which conveniently did not come with a ice scraper. indecisive colorado weather, we meet again. it was 60 degrees yesterday. the drive to work takes 45 minutes; it usually clocks in at about 20.
11am, 12pm, 1pm, time for some “grant writing” at the nonprofit i work with (and adore). the quotations in that last sentance hint at the truth of the situation: it is difficult to actually accomplish much in the office when i am only surrounded by my funny, kind and much-missed coworkers for a measly three hours each month. i’d rather chat with them, but i do manage to get some work done.
2pm, prep the gear and drive to the foothills for a newborn shoot. the snow has become a near white-out, so i’m happy this one has been planned as an indoor session. the drive? more than an hour this time. bleck. i have forgotten all of my denver radio stations and so i just hum along with the slushy car-in-snow noises acting as my beat.
4pm, 5pm, awwww, little baby in swaddle. as i shoot, i think how much more fun it would be if o. were here as well, but i am still awfully lucky to do this for work and i know it.5.55-6pm, stare at car-reported temperature. once my dismay freezes into numbness, i head to a coffee shop to begin sorting and editing. post-processing takes much more time than the actual shoot and i am glad to sit down and get a start on it.6pm, arrive and order hot chocolate with whipped cream, hold the chocolate powder on top because i always inhale at the wrong moment and cough it back up. looking over the photos from my four weekend shoots, i know i’ve caught some great images.7pm, dinner back home, de-coated and with snow melting in my hair, with my hosts and their wonderful kids. the littler of the two is demanding a movie after dinner (he got to watch one with a babysitter the night before and wants the trend to continue) and witty big sister makes my favorite quip of the night: “if you give a mouse a movie…”
8pm, some ramona with harper. we’ve been working on this book for ages now but will have to finish it over skype after i return home tomorrow morning. a 7 o’clock flight means an early morning, so i need to head to bed around nine. (sleep finally catches me around eleven, but at least i’m all caught up on “the office” now.)