I googled portal potty for this post just to make sure I knew how to spell it – and as it turns out, it’s the official word for a portable bathroom is “porta’ potty and I always thought it was “portal” potty so apparently, like many song lyrics, I’ve been saying it wrong all these years.
However, portal potty seems the more appropriate term and more suited to this post – so portal potty it is.
I was the team photographer for the Dragonboat festival my official station for 8 hours was in front of the portal potties. Because of that, I was able say hello to just about everyone at the festival. No one addresses their nature call except through me.
I had under estimated how much sun there was going to be – it was a hot, hot day. A nice man came by and gave me his umbrella but he didn’t come back to claim it at the end of the day so I couldn’t thank him for saving my life. It was brutal out there. Mayor Bruce’s wife came by and gave me some wine with ice and along with my borrowed umbrella, folding chair and Kelly Moore camera bag, I was all set.
I was shooting all day and someone came up and asked to take my photo. I was hesitant at first, after all, I’m the photographer. I relented and I’m glad I did. He captured my day exactly.
I took a quick photo of Mr John as he walked by. Pun intended. The husband and I crashed a party at John’s house last weekend. Neighbors Doug and Carrie were invited and since Neighbor Doug didn’t know many people there, so they suggested we go with them. You don’t have to ask us twice. The husband said no one would notice if we just showed up since we knew everyone there. The minute we walked in John yelled out, “Party crashers!” So much for being stealthy.
This is Yogi Joe and his girlfriend. Yogi Joe and I practiced yoga together for five years and I hadn’t seen him in a while. We commiserated on how much we missed the practice.
I apparently caught Larry off guard.
Here’s my friend DJ Dennis who walked by a dozen times and didn’t acknowledge me at all. He was singularly focused.
I loved watching life happen in front of me. Like DJ Dennis, most people just ignored me.
And took their own photos.
I did get some cute shots of cute kids . . .
How cute is Asher baby? You just want to pinch his cheeks and his legs don’t you?
I also had some photo bombers. This gentleman jumped in front of my camera and ruined a perfectly good shot of the Papa John’s delivery man:)
It was a great, great day and I’ll some more “serious” photos but in the meantime, you can get a idea of the fun that day but looking at photos by great photographers who’s job was the capture the flavor of the event and they did it perfectly. It was a blast!