Bitter sweet. That’s what this is.
I did my best yesterday. Because I had to. It’s a long story that could be best summed up in the saying, “The work is the prayer.”
I’ll tell you a little more. I’ll start with the back story of how these pictures came to be.
I’m working on a big project. I can’t talk much about it because in the advertising world everything is secret until it’s not. I was asked to sign an NDA. I did that. Suffice it to say, the project logistics are complex. The actual shoot is not. I called an old friend of mine for help to coordinate the travel planes. Flights and hotels. He made a career change a couple of years ago when he took a newspaper buyout. He decided that since he likes to travel, that he would build a travel agency. He’s starting to do well at it. So, I asked for his help.
I’ll do the rest in a timeline style.
Thursday. I discussed all of the particulars with him during the evening. Once we worked through the details, he said that he would email the completed tentative schedule on Friday.
Friday. Nothing arrived during normal business hours. He’s located on the West Coast so I added that time into my plans. I finally contacted him and just asked kiddingly, “Did you forget about me?” He replied that his wife wasn’t feeling good, had pretty bad stomach pains, and that he had to take her to the hospital. The doctors were running tests and he would know whether invasive surgery would be needed or if he could just take her home because it was nothing. I told him Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ Rule Number One. Family first. I told him not to worry about it. I told him to take care of his wife. I would sort out my travel plans.
Saturday. I didn’t hear from him. That didn’t surprise me. It was the weekend after all.
Sunday. I went to the second line. A kind of new one called The Winning Team Second Line and walk. It started late. So, I worked the edges which is what I really like to do. Then I received an IM (He mostly uses Facebook to communicate) from him. I looked at it and thought, “Cool. He managed to get the planning done.
No. That wasn’t it. This is what it said. “My wife died at 8:40am.”
I IM’d back immediately to express our condolences. We IM’ed back and forth a little. He’s in terrible shock. Trying to take care of the business of taking care of his wife’s funeral. Luckily, he has a lot of friends and family on the West Coast.
These pictures are for him, his wife, and his family. He actually came from this neighborhood. Central City. The pictures are about pure joy. That’s the only way I know to counter abject sadness. It’s not much. But, it’s what I do. What I can do.
You know what the pictures are about. They are all pretty straight forward. I’m going to post a couple of days worth of this work. I made enough good pictures to do that. See what happens when I’m really motivated?
All of you know is this. We all say it. But, yesterday it hit me like a three-pound mallet. Life is short. Do something with it. Life turns on a dime. Don’t waste the good times. And, for certain, don’t wallow in the bad times.