The Duck, Duck Goose, Goose Tour
with The Wild Irishman
As usual, I have no idea how I got here.
I am in Arles, France taking a photography course from Joe McNally. Yes, indeed. THAT Joe McNally. And for me to be taking a photography class from Joe McNally is like me training for Bloomsday with Carl Lewis. A funny, engaging, generous Carl Lewis. Yes. THAT Carl Lewis. What just happened? What am I doing here?
Went to the market this morning and watched women shop for jewelry from a table in a cafe as I sipped caffe glacier. Angelina and Brad have taken a house down the road and wait for the birth of their babies. It's hot and lovely. Mostly surreal. Took 300 pictures today; Joe only liked four. sigh. I have a whole 'nother week.