In the middle of things.

In the middle of things. That’s how I like to work. Sheesh. I’m in the middle of the band. I’m making pictures with a 10mm lens. That means I’m close. Real close. I might even be in trouble. Check out the saxophone player. He doesn’t look too happy. He might be looking past me. Or, he’s shooting daggers at me.

Oh well. He’ll get over it.

This is what I like to do. Standing on the sidelines taking pictures isn’t me. Those pictures pretty much look the same to my eye. Mixing in. Working with a wide lens. Those pictures look different. Feel different. That makes me smile.

Of course. I haven’t been able to do that very much over the past six months. Pain and fear of falling in the middle of the street created a lingering, limiting self-doubt.  I’m not used to feeling that way. So back at it I go. I recovered pretty quickly this weekend. That’s a good thing.

Funny thing. When the brass bands started playing, I started swaying. I realized that I didn’t feel the usual back and leg pain. Maybe that’s it. Not only do I need to listen to more music. But, I need to listen to brass band street music. A little loud. A little chaotic. And, a whole lot of fun.

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