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From mid-January through late March, I spend most of my Saturdays on the road, traveling to LCGPC competitions.
That's the Louisiana Color Guard and Percussion Circuit, the organization that puts on the winterguard and drumline shows here. Just so happens that the Beau is the Executive Director for the Circuit...and I am their photographer.
Winterguard is indoor color guard - flags, rifles, sabers. Flashy costumes, great music, overly stylized movement and dance. How gay is that? (OK, so not quite as gay as rhythmic gymnastics, but close. At least this has weapons.)
So, indoors. School gymnasiums, mostly. No flash. Swiftly hurling bodies, some not so celestial.
Can you see the inherent challenge to a photographer? I like a challenge, but this?
So, I have my new camera and the new zoom lens that Himself gave me for Christmas. And patience...lots of patience in post-production.
Two weeks into competition and here are a bunch of my favorites:
I love movies. I love music. And I especially love it when a director (and all the other parties involved) get it right in a movie, by combining the right music with the right scene and - wow!
Reaching into the Way-Back File, in 1990 (when I stilled had hair on the top of my head), I was asked out to the movies by this hot German au pair. Of course I said yes...did I mention he was hot?
So, he asked if I'd like to see Henry V starring Kenneth Branagh. I am certain I probably said something smooth and classy like, "uh-huh" as I starred into his dreamy blue eyes. So, off we went.
During the time we spent chatting before the movie started, I learned that he had aspirations to be a model, or model-actor...and had no other outside interests, abilities or talents. He had cultivated nothing but his looks. And, what he liked best about me was how handsome I thought he was...blech.
Thankfully, about that time the movie started - distracting me from how suddenly un-smitten I now was. Derek Jacobi took over and for the next 137 minutes, I was transported. I had my first introduction to Emma Thompson in this movie - sigh.
Then. Then came the Battle at Agincourt...
I remember sensing that something was coming. Something special. I just didn't know what.
Then. Then he spoke those words and one lone man starts singing the "Non nobis".
Within seconds, I was in tears - each chorus, each increasingly wider camera shot, each step across the battlefield. After walking across the field, carrying one of his fallen breatheren, Henry bends down to kiss him.
Years later, I cannot watch this scene without bawling - I don't see how anyone can me unmoved by this. (And yet the au pair was. Never saw him again after that.)
So, here is that scene. What movie/music combinations move you?
My body reminds me that I am still only half well.
To bring you up to speed: I spent a week in the hospital in November with pneumonia. This is not my first bout, and once you've had it, you are much more susceptible to getting it again.
I am recovering very nicely, thank you for asking.
I am not entirely well. Yet.
I am biking to work, photographing everything I possibly can, and once again juggling too many things at work and home.
Isn't that how I got in this situation?
Do you have anyone in your life who suffers from that super-person mentality? My progression went something like this: It's just a cold - it's just allergies - I can work through this - I'll shake this off with a weekend of good rest - I'll be in late today - honey, why can't I breathe?
OK. So, I listen. I listen to my body.
Biking on a cold (New Orleans cold, folks - I am silly, not insane) with limited lung capacity? Keep the Albuterol inhaler handy.
I am eating well, on a very regular schedule - I take all my meds, at the appointed time and never miss a dose. My labs are back where they should be in all categories.
And still my body reminds me that I am not quite there. Yet.
You see, my toenail is...well, odd.
One of the side effects of pneumonia and the inability to take in sufficient oxygen for all funtions in not just increased ditziness (I get that just by standing up too quickly!), but it deprives the extremities of the essentials.
My left big toenail is half-healthy...and half dirty-looking. You see, in November, when I couldn't breathe well and wasn't taking in enough oxygen, the body made the necessary choices of where to send the limited reserves.
This toenail was on the bottom of the list, so to speak.
So, it became discolored - gray-ish, but not dead-looking. Just un-well.
Now, weeks later, the toenail has half grown out - so it is half well and half not-so-well.
And it reminds me every day that I am on my way, but not quite there.
I am so ready to be all well.
How are you doing?