Denny and I have been sightseeing fools lately, with more lined up. Research for travel articles for the San Antonio newspaper. I'm hyper about details, knowing everything, seeing everything, getting photos of everything--correction: taking every shot I can imagine of everything, the blessing/curse of digital photography.
The pictures are the killer. I could probably manage my anal piles of paper compiled and printed for my travel folder. But downloading, naming, sorting, deleting, rotating, fixing, and, finally, deciding which pictures to submit, is a marathon.
My editor probably thinks so too. I send her (at least) 12 photos with each story, knowing she'll only use 4. The thing is, I never know which 4 she'll want. I'm not complaining. She's a great editor--intelligent and sensitive, gives me space to develop the material, makes few changes to the articles, and I mostly like her changes.
For Nashville, I KNEW she'd want this fabulous image.
Elvis's gold-plated piano. Doesn't it scream Country Music to you? The Drama of The King.
Didn't make the cut.
I loved this one from Nashville's Parthenon. Forty-foot-high Athena.
What, you didn't know Nashville has a full-sized replica of the Parthenon standing proud in a mid-town park? With a giant gilt Greek goddess inside.
But I know your first thought after you read "Nashville has a full-sized replica of the Parthenon" was--
"Of course, it makes so much sense! Nashville being the Athens of the South."
Or not. I'm guessing Athena didn't say "Nashville" to my editor either.
We're gearing up now for a weekend in the Texas Hill Country and I'm exuberant about the chance to watch 1,000,000+ Mexican Freetail Bats emerge from the roost at sunset. I'm not sure what kind of bat pictures I'll come back with. Or whether the star of my picture show will end up being the best hamburger in Texas or a music party at a vineyard.
When we get back I'll download hundreds of photographs, hopefully not the 1,256 of my last weekend trip. As I do, I'll remind myself that critical thinking and decision-making are important to deadlines.
And my right brain will flash images that make me feel the joy of experience again. I'll remember as much from the pictures in my brain as the words of my notes. And somehow it will all come together into an article about life in the Texas Hill Country.
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