Well, we made it to Portland yesterday and here I sit in the hotel room furiously writing two articles that I should've gotten done before I left. Sigh. I'm trying to hurry so we can get out and explore. The National Press Photographers Association conference starts tomorrow for us. We signed on for the extensive four-day multimedia workshop, which I gotta be honest, I'm really, really nervous about. Photojournalists, many that I have admired for years and many that have won Pulitzer Prizes for their photographs, will be teaching us. I'm looking forward to learning and schmoozing and showing my portfolio, but am also freaking out inside. Sam, as always, is the picture of calm. So, to sum up, I'm a nervous boob, Sam is calm, the dogs are being cared for by an experienced musher and the memory of Creepy Irish Geezer at Sunday's annual Bob-o-Que (hosted by Bob Eley) will forever haunt me.
I'll add some updates as the conference gets underway.
Peace and Apricots