I haven't blogged in quite a bit, so here I am, yet again. Whats new? Well, I graduated from Central Michigan University in December. I started back at Bay Bread, Co. this summer and I am registered to take Visual Comm classes at Northwestern Michigan College, starting in the fall. I have also been helping a good friend shoot weddings, as her assistant. It has been a great experience and I am very thankful for this opportunity.
Yesterday, I few of Traverse City's "bums" were hanging around the bakery, as usual. I don't like using that word, bum, but I don't know what else to call them. Every time I see them they are drunk and walking around in a haze. Any who, one of them was really intoxiated and ended up passing out and crashing on some of the plastic chairs and table outside the bakery. Literally crashed. He scattered the table and chairs and was passed out on the sidewalk. What do you do? His friends eventually picked him up and he was having a heck of a time walking. The journalist in me wanted to go out to my car and snap some photos. The other side of me was maybe a little scared that his drunk posse would beat me up? After work, I was driving by the bay and what did appear before my wandering eyes? The bunch of them, fast asleep underneath the trees by the bay. What a photo. But I was scared. When do we as journalist tear down that barrier of sympathy?