Carpe diem.

April 19, Big Bear Lake.

My friends Carrie and Silvia came by again for dinner last night from Riverside. They are photojournalists at The Press-Enteprise, they were my colleagues when I was working there.
I miss shooting with them. I miss shooting. I miss being out there every day and making pictures, meeting new people, being cold and being hot, being tired and being bored, learning every day, not ever doing the same thing every day. I miss the camaraderie, my photojournalist friends. I miss the newsroom, the hustle and bustle, the deadlines, the adrenaline. I miss being a daily photojournalist.

There wouldn't be no Dylan if I had stayed there.
How I would miss his very existence.