Yesterday was sort of a sad day for me. A friend and picker confided the day before that he has multiple myeloma and a limited run expected. My cupboard is near bare and I have too many hopes resting on an upcoming show that can always go south. A good client confided that they will not be coming to the show and will be visiting the east coast instead. The Congress is engaged in a stupid game of chicken without a possible decent outcome in sight. A friend told me that he was a bit depressed. Join the club.
I drove up the coast and joined my pal for a walk through the San Elijo Lagoon. I didn't get many decent shots but I met wonderful, joyful people the whole way through that brightened up our day. Sort of forgot that we were supposed to be bummed out.
Maybe I have.
They graciously consented to a picture.
We finished our walk and I visited some great friends on the coast and then had dinner with Lois and Bob.
It turned into a nice day, in spite of it all.
As I clumsily tried to say the other day, never forget that one day you might look back saying that these were the good old days...