...and then I thought, "I wish I had ice skates on."

I was to photograph people skating at a small out door ice rink in Grand Blanc. I arrived at dusk, and the light was low, and the shots were poor- although my strobe was working, and the subjects ( bunch of kids playing hockey) were willing. as Bruce Edwards would agree, I killed the photo's, not the strobe on my camera, or the fast lens and camera body I use.

So I returned the next day to the small but perfectly flat rink, which is no more than a section of field near a pavillion to try and re-shoot. No one was there, so the shoot was a bust, and I would have to run one of my less-than-perfect shots from the night before.

And then I thought, looking over the empty rink, "I wish I had ice skates on." It was perfect, sunny, and a generally nice winter day. Sometimes an open place to me is like a blank sheet of paper, a pile of copper wire, or a box of clay- I have to do something with it.

The same urge compells front flips in any open space I'm in. It's usually outside.

My mind is telling me to have more...kid fun. Not adult, go to the bar or a concert, but the kind of fun that leaves you soaked and tired and happy. It's time to go sledding, or ice skating.

I think I'll drag my sister out with me.