On running and photos and inspirations. Today was the All-Hands Meeting for K's division. All-Hands-Meeting is the official euphemism for a barbecue party. It's sponsored by the Equal Employment Opportunity Advisory Committee (EEOAC), of which K was president this year. (What tortured grammar...) She did a good job. I'm proud.

I spent most of the time (oh, yes, it's open to families) chasing after D as he went from one side of the park to the other. Of course, even if K wasn't in the thick of organizing things, I would have done that, since it's difficult for an eight-month pregnant woman to do any running, or indeed any movement at all.

I did get some time to grab K's camera and take some photographs for the (organization deleted) web site. I really enjoyed it, far more than I anticipated--the composition of a candid shot, or a wide-angle landscape, the super-quick focus, and snap! and then on to the next picture. Maybe I'll be a photojournalist when I grow up. That is, if they're still selling single-lens reflex cameras by the time I grow up, which at this rate I anticipate to be when I turn 73.

Hmmm. Reminds me of an old English teacher of mine who, by a tortured path of indirect references, halfway inspired me to take up blogging. (The story's not really worth telling. The story of the references. Oh, hell, why not. He introduced me to a pen-pal--er, not introduced me, because we never met, but we did correspond a lot in high school. Anyway, we wrote to each other for a while and then stopped, and years later I got curious as to what happened to her, and turned, where else, to the internet, and discovered her site, which introduced me to the wonderful world of Blogger. And now I should stop, because if I link to her again, her husband will come after me with a shotgun. And I'm not sure K wouldn't help. Not that she's the only inspiration. Anyone who's read my screeds about Mike knows that. But really, as I said long ago, I wrote my first blog before all this anyway. End world's longest parenthetical. I'm gonna catch hell for this...) Ahem, where was I? Oh yes, my English teacher, the best I ever had. When he retired from teaching high school, he became a documentary photographer, and a damned good one, too. Hope to hire him someday. And this derailment in my train of thought was brought about why? Because I took some pictures. Well, it could be a fun thing to try again sometime. There'd be worse ways to make a living. But portrait photos or nature photos don't interest me... just news-type stuff. I think. Pulitzer committee take note!