The Best of Times
The boys have lost patience with dad wandering about aimlessly, searching for interesting perspectives and odd happenstances. Lately, they are more interested in making as much of a fuss as humanly possible whenever I stop to compose a shot or talk with a stranger on the street. Keeping up with the #meridianchallenge under those conditions is hard #work.
Today on the streets of Dover, New Hampshire, they were like two dogs fighting over a shew toy the entire time. The overcast weather wasn't helping my quest any either. At least I got a short walk in and managed to take a few snapshots that I thought I might like to work with.
Recently I caught sight of a selective desaturation presentation of a barber shop pole and when I saw this similar scene, I knew I wanted to take the time to really dig into it. My first few shots were from the opposite angle as we sauntered down Central Ave and frankly, they just didn't have what it took, but as we came back around, the new approach revealed what I was missing in the other views: the sign above the door!
At this point, there was only time enough for one good capture, because the demons at my feet were starving and cranky, and starting to consider me for the main course. It's a good thing the shop was closed, however; because I'm certain one of those little devils would have gotten a quick haircut had the barber been in.
Today I catch up on a missed opportunity from day 8, because none of the shots I took that day seemed worth even cropping and sharpening. Day 8 delayed: WORK. It's not my work, but it is someone's work and I worked for it the whole time the boys were nipping at my heels.
Despite all the challenges of the past few weeks, the start of school, the stuff and home, the shift in the weather and everything else the boys and I have endured to keep moving forward, it's appropriate that part of today's project be a reminder that we really are in The Best of Times.