The All-Nighter
Why bother going to bed when I had to be up at 4AM to drive to my folks house so my Dad could ride me to the airport? It was just past midnight, I was still sifting through items to take or leave. I decided to take my telephoto lens, the one I affectionately call my “big dog”, figuring at the least I’ll be able to get some good shots of Isabelle Mercier from beyond the horizon. I left behind various shirts, shorts, and shoes because I couldn’t justify loading up my suitcase on the odd chance I’
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