After weeks of planning, I had a shoot today. 2 hours. 7 men. Hopefully lots of great photos.
I started my weekend with a new purchase. My company bonus came through expectedly, so I indulged in purchasing a new iMac with a 5K screen. My laptop has been overloaded with photos and can barely keep up. I was waffling about getting an iMac, but G nudged me to get it. Add a few drinks and I bought one.
It is beautiful.
I have yet to truly enjoy the screen quality as I am in the process of moving files. Over 350GB of photo files and that doesn’t include what I have already moved off of it. Crazy.
Anyway, I got done shooting the guys and decided to stop at the store on the way home. We needed something for dinner. We got this and that, and I told G I would go over to a section to get something for the kids who were eating dinner later. He found me standing there staring at the selection. “I don’t even know what I’m looking at anymore”, I told him. The weight of all that happened in the past two hours hit me like a ton of bricks – and it was like my mind and body said, “you are done”. And I was.
We got home, and I sat down to edit the photos I had left from last weekend’s kinky party shoot. The guys from today’s shoot asked when I would have them done for them to see, and I admitted that I cannot play with my own shots until I am done with the “paid” gig. While he got dinner ready, I edited and erased bystanders from last weekend’s party. Then I ate, and excused myself to go finish moving photos and such. I wanted to get the new computer ready for my photo shoot. So here I am.
Waiting for shit to copy.
And trying to embrace the feeling that I have spent all I had today.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but damn – it took more energy than I realized.
I only hope that all the energy has produced good shots. I think it has, but, well, you never know until you get them off the camera.