If you already heard that I'm not quitting writing to start my filmmaking career any time soon...or my journalism career (see my interview with Class of 2k9's Ann Haywood Leal), then you probably won't be surprised to know that photojournalism is also not on the list of pursuits threatening my daily wordcount.
Not that I don't love to take photos, I do. I took a gazillion of my kids when they were small, just to capture that ephemeral cuteness, and I cropped them and framed them and let the whole digital thing pass me by. Then one of those cute kids cutely dropped my magnificent camera and my gorgeous zoom lens no longer zoomed. Or maybe it no longer it focused. I don't remember.
I finally asked for a digital camera a birthday or two ago, and I do love downloading them and such, more than I thought I would. But the artistic side of me hasn't been re-activated yet, unfortunately. And when I go places to visit, I'm terrible at chronicling the events and locations, only lately have I demanded people pose and smile. (I guess you could say I was one of those 
natural light/natural action snobs.)
natural light/natural action snobs.)Let's start with BEA: BookExpo Amer
ica. And, look, as I load these p
hotos, I notice that I am in some of them which
means 
I handed
my camera to someone else...further reducing my photo credits.
ica. And, look, as I load these p
hotos, I notice that I am in some of them which
means 
I handed
my camera to someone else...further reducing my photo credits.Long story short, I have very little to show for my recent travels. Maybe you'll be grateful to be spared the interminable Vacation Slideshow from Hell, but here are some highlights just the same. Oh, and it wasn't vacation anyway, it was work.
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It's fun to put faces with names and books. Thanks!