Tomorrow morning I’m heading out for a weekend with a photographer.
I’ll let you digest that for a moment. Go ahead, roll it around in your head for a little while and get all the accusatory thoughts thunk and out of the way. You done yet? Okay.
I’ve worked with Dave once before; it would have been twice but our first attempt at shooting was quite literally “washed out”. His basement flooded, driveway was washed out and the chosen location had so much water crashing upon it that it was completely unsafe. Nobody wants to rescue a model who has floated down river in the buff. Well, maybe they do.
When I was extended the offer to go on this trip with Dave, I inquired with Mr. Muse (who has met Dave) if he was okay with me going and his response was, “If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable.” I responded, “I’m comfortable… so, guess that means I’m going. I’ll tell Dave.”
This will be my first venture to The Kinsey Institute in Bloomington, IN, and then it’s off to the canyonlands of Indiana and Illinois to work with Dave. This will also be the first time riding in an ambulance (decommissioned – her name is “Annie”) fully conscious.
That’ll be a nice change.
PS – Mr. Muse has all the pertinent information.
PSS – my Special Forces friend also knows all pertinent information.
PSSS – stop worrying for Pete’s sake.