I’m back home-away-from-home: Tampa, FLA.
I never really imagined I’d be drawn to Florida like I am. But it’s the home of great, great photo friends and weird, weird shit. And Friday night, it was the home of bullshit!
When I told Melissa that I had Crash-O-Rama on my radar – and that it was hitting Tampa this weekend – she quickly tapped friends for ideas for more things for me to shoot.
We stopped by a small, tiny bull riding rodeo. Instead of the amateur night we expected, it ended up being a semi-pro show.
It was a great night will killer access – and no heavy Kodak photo vests a la Beijing. Take THAT, you Olympic volunteer sheep!!
One reason why I hope that newspapers will survive is for people like Melissa.
Born, raised and, um, “educated” in Florida, Ms. Lyttle OWNS Tampa. She understands the people and the local history. She’s extremely intelligent and passionate about photojournalism – its past, present and future. And while working, she strikes up a friendly conversation with EVERYONE, remembers names and makes mental notes of things to photograph in the future.
Melissa truly LOVES her community.
One reason why I believe that newspapers will survive is because of people like Melissa.
Fortunately for everyone with a nose, when we grabbed drinks later with Weimer, Edmund and Mr. Chip Otle, we sat outdoors. At times, you would have thought we were sitting downwind to a dairy. I think the suds helped deaden people’s senses.
Friday night was a great warm-up for the redneckin’ happening tonight. I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth showering beforehand.
I really can’t see the point.