chase the light

I’m freezing, tired, yet amped up on enough sugar to choke a cow. Me and 1,000,000+ people along 5 1/2 miles of road. Here’s my slice of the pie. That’s one busy photo. After last night I’m tired of people touching me. The front row seats are cool though. Sleep is overrated, I keep telling myself. A Stealth Bomber supposedly flew over the parade. I couldn’t see it, so I just pointed my camera at the sky and hoped for the best. Where is it? I could hear it. Now that’s stealthy! Every year that I’ve gone to the parade I end up with way too many tuba photos. Tuba’s make great photographs. I’ve never shot a bad tuba photo. They’re very photogenic. Regis is waved at me! I was so excited I couldn’t hold the camera still… right. So, what’s the big deal with him? Post parade, we all cattled back to our cars along with Jesus, cancer therapies and tires. Happy New Year.