As I noticed a moment ago that tomorrow is May Numero Uno I thought I'd add an on-the-verge-of-summer-anxiety post. Working daily, sometimes 12-18 hours, most summers are nearly over before I notice it's Labor Day and I have to pack away my white shoes (NB: I don't own a single white shoe, oh, one pair of white bucks). I always tell my colleagues that if it weren't for the occasional outdoor concert, music festival, and other outdoor cultural happenings to shoot I'd never see much sun or summer. For this inception I think I'll attempt more excursions out of town, maybe a trip to the beach, (okay, maybe no trip to the beach where my ADD completely shines), and one run through a sprinkler.