Saturday, January 28, 2006

Stepping Out

Stepping out into the dark cold of the early morning bound for shift work, I pull down my hoodie, steel toe boots scrape along. I feel and look like I should be a rapper in the hood. Instead I try not to slip on the iced parking lot of my low rent condo in Park City. I prefer country over rock, rock over rap, rap over hip-hop, while blues and jazz rule the heap of my musical preferences. Today, however, like everyday, my ears will be filled with machinery running, buzzers, and rock blairing from a co-worker's radio. I don't mind it. The music cuts the noise while passing time faster. I make a living with day labor. My dream job (today) would be as a photog on a mission - much like what Scott Harrison does with Mercy Ships. That would be my dream again. Today, however, I pull off my steel toes for the day, lay the hoodie over a chair, and look at what I can do to promote the little photog I do.

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