It was a beautiful weekend, so I mucked around in Trav’s folks’ backyard playing with the macro function on my Sigma 70-300mm. Getting my chops back.
I was down in the ATL this past weekend seeing Trav, the fourth time I’ve been down since we got back together in February. Long distance, of course, sometimes means that you often just want to sit on the couch and be within arms’ reach of each other, and the first three trips down, Trav and I left the house for food a couple of times — we even had dinner with his parents the last time! — but mostly we just reveled in being in the same place after a lot of not being in the same place. Which means I didn’t take a lot of photos, because photos of us getting super obsessed with the NCAA oftball College World Series super regionals are boooooring. (We got super obsessed with the NCAA Softball College World Series in May.)
This time, though, I took photos! We did things! It was awesome. (It’s always awesome. But still you know what I mean.)
(Please note that the above piece of cardboard in the road is shaped exactly like North Carolina.)
Friday Trav had to work, and I spent the day taking pictures of the plants around his house, drinking coffee, and writing record reviews. We took ourselves out to dinner to celebrate six months of dating, and then we went back to his house and, like the incredible dorks we are, figured out how to stream bootleg Sports Night episodes from YouTube via my Roku. (Because did I pack the Roku in my suitcase? Yes, yes, I did.) And we totally stayed up until 5 am doing that. In case anyone was wondering, we can and will recite entire chunks of dialogue along with the show. You really, really don’t want to hang out with us.
Except that the next day, somebody did! Saturday we drove in to East Atlanta Village to meet my oldest friend, Kat, and her man Mike, and we wandered around for a while looking at adorable Craftsman bungalows we couldn’t afford and I bought a terrible book whose blurb compared it to Daphne DuMaurier’s Rebecca, one of my favorite novels and one of Trav and my’s oldest stupid couple jokes. It was amazing to see Kat after so many years, Mike is fabulous, and the whole afternoon was just a delight.
And then, Saturday night, because I am stupid in love with an amazing musician, we sat on his porch with a bottle of bourbon and a bowl of ice and two rocks glasses, along with his newest Martin acoustic, and he played me a bunch of his stuff that I hadn’t heard before, and then he played me all my favorite songs — “Return of the Grievous Angel”, “Madeline & Nine”, “Better Than That”, “Dead Flowers”. It’s gross and sappy and disgusting, I know, but I am crazy about Trav, and way back when he and I were just dumbass kids doing a whole lot of porch sitting and High Fidelity style Top 5 list making, sitting on a porch with him as a grown-up was pretty much all I ever wanted.
Now I get to sit on a porch with him any time I want, as Brian Fallon once said about being famous and eating sandwiches. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do (that I’m willing to discuss in public).
It was a really great weekend.
Worth getting up for this summer: the Menzingers and Lucero at the Cradle, Langhorne Slim and Ha Ha Tonka at the Casbah; long conversations with musicians I like and respect; field trips with the tiny dinosaurs; Gaslight Anthem and Dave Hause together at the Cradle, Girl in a Coma at the 506; the new light at the 506; fresh fruit; the book about olives that I read, and everything Michael Connelly has written; Handwritten; the crab mac and cheese hot dog at Camden Yards; Josh Ritter at the Cradle; four days in Minneapolis doing nothing but taking photos, hanging out with smart people, and eating; experiencing Joe Mauer in the flesh; checking another stadium off the Life List; seeing Geeg and Rosie in MPLS; Julia and Mike getting married; the return of football.
Inspiring me today:
- PrismYard: a user-curated gallery of vintage cameras. Yum.
- Prague Daily Photo: a long-time resident of my RSS reader, I’ve been craving a trip to Eastern Europe lately thanks to them.
- These amazing photos from Dixie Pixel owner Tara Kneiser.
- Esquire’s photo shoot with Jon Hamm. (More diner photoshoots pls. Fewer bathrooms shoots unless you’re brilliant.)
- Everything about both This Is Colossal and Feature Shoot always delights me.
- Every Everything, my buddy Gorman’s upcoming documentary feature about Grant Hart. And, well, Grant Hart. If you also are inspired by Grant Hart, go over and hit up the Kickstarter at that link.
I used to post weekly inspiration bursts; now most of my links go to Twitter instead. You can follow me for photography, music, and pop culture links; musings on what I want to eat and what songs are stuck in my head; and season-long commentary on Evan Longoria’s mullet, which I plan to give its own hashtag this year.