There are certain aromatic flavors that one would associate with spring time, there’s lilac and lavender, the sweet and sticky honeysuckle blooming just down the road from the trailer, and one smell that snaked its way into my nostrils Sunday morning, BBQ. Nothing so announces the spring time than BBQ. And from BBQ in the air — some one in the park was cooking up some nice cow parts by the aroma of it — to the evening’s entertainment: Rent, the Musical. Now, from the musical review which I should write, I’ve got to jump to another topic, the photographer. But if you get a chance, and if a client is nice enough to invite you to see Rent, it’s a must see. I did run into a friend, just in passing, at the show’s intermission, a Virgo. This is getting to be a broken record.
So the guy from the Statesman shows up this morning. I’m beginning to think my luck is about to change. I get a Sagittarius photographer — one who likes Black Velvet Artwork. One who likes the idea of Lawn Mower Racing. “You were there? You now, I shot that story we did a year ago about it, too…” I’ll have some pictures pretty soon. Cowboy hat. Hawaiian shirt. Bare feet. Fishing poles. Elvis. Is this great, or what? I feel sorry for my clients this afternoon, I’ll be insufferable with an intolerable good mood.
