I honestly don’t know what Charley would have thought of my current camera obsession. That I’m alone now is probably an advantage since I can hop out of my chair and into the car for sunrise photos at the spur of the moment. He wouldn’t go anywhere until he was showered and dressed, and he always smelled heavenly. Skunk-piss he called it, and I still have some and take a whiff now and again. When the time has gotten away from me I’ve been known throw on the clothes from the day before and head out, and I don’t know that I even comb my hair when that happens. It’s a factor of leaving the house in the dark when no one can see you, and then it’s light out and you head for home and want to hide. With a little more preparation I’ve been known to stop at Panera for an accessory cup of coffee and a treat. Yesterday after this shoot I got a cinnamon crunch bagel, which I had forgotten even existed. I didn’t need the reminder.
So, it’s a toss up really. Charley might have been annoyed with me over my endless photo shoots, or he quite possibly would have bought himself a better camera than mine and it might have been a competition. It could have been fun, but I guess I’ll never know…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 