I don’t think we have had three straight days this spring without some rain. The Father of Waters has put on a lot of weight, and is starting to throw that weight around a bit more than we humans care for, too. Today, it rained cats and dogs. I saw them fall, howling and hissing on the roof of my studio, and scratching at my window. I was working on sorting dance print orders, helping shooters in my studio and generally taking care of business and working overtime, so that when I reached a stopping point and the time came to wander in America’s premier urban park, it was kinda wet. Not only that, it was getting more wet.
The logical thing to do, it seemed, was to go over and get myself wet in solidarity with my park, so that is exactly what I did.