So. The Eastside Camera Club organized it's first field trip of the year on the first weekend of the year. I thought that was cool breeze, as I've never been on a photo field I decided to sign up. Considering I'm the VP of said club I assumed it was a good idea. I drove myself (first rally of the year) without a GPS (first time) to the small town town of Marblemount (first time I drove to a small town by design) to photograph bald eagles (first time for the eagles, and first for birds 'cause they are not my photograph love) in a zodiac. My president (Leah) and two other members (Michael and his wife, Linda) bombed up there with me. I had a blast!! It inspired me to do more of these trips. Why? First (LOL), I love photography and second, they are relatively cheaper than what I did for vacations. Now I'll be staycations in the coming year...
The other week, I was driving to my 2 nd job at Malarky’s Sports Grill. Wednesday to be exact. I noticed a man standing at a bus sign waiting for a bus. I recognized the man right away. It was Kenny, The Dancing Wild Man of Factoria. It’d been a minute since I’ve seen him on the streets of Issaquah, I was growing concerned that something awful happened to him. I was thankful to find him once again, and within the same area I “met” him the first time… hilarious story. I remember distinctively. It was my first summer I spent in Issaquah. The sun was out, so relatively warm. I was bombing around in the Sapphire Sled [an arctic blue, 2004 Acura RSX Type S] with the windows down, the tunes up. I was stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Front Street and NW Gilman Blvd; the busiest intersection. From out-the-cuts, I heard someone screaming! I pull off my shades immediately. I whip my head around trying to seek out the source of the noise. I turn down the radio as I desper
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