We went to the Choctaw Nation Hospital yesterday. I took my sister for her appointment. While I was waiting I got up the courage to get my flu shot. Now, I'm the person who doesn't like going to the doctor, I rarely go even for preventative care. One of my last visits was when I actually had the flu. So, I thought a flu shot might be a good idea.
I'd volunteered to make the drive yesterday mainly because I knew I could probably get a short drive to the mountains in and get to photograph the colorful array of leaves. I didn't realize that immediately after the flu shot I'd have a massive asthma attack.
I love the colors of the fall. I know that soon they'll be gone. After about another half an hour of shooting I was feeling sick at my stomach and thinking that the 200 mile drive home would be an incredibly long one. I pretty much have a fear of needles that has excluded me from the piercing and tattooing fun that many have. I also avoid doctors, they like needles too much for my liking.
I really do love this place, but by the time I got here I was ready to turn around and get off the mountain to go home and find my bed. Which I've been in all day with a fever. But the real flu was 104 degree fever for nearly a week and one day of misery is a trade off (I hope).
This was the first time I've been to Talimena drive and it was heavy with traffic. It actually annoyed me, I love it because it's incredibly beautiful and empty, and peaceful. It's an out of the way place.
Photography is like teaching, you can't be afraid to get down on the level that you need to be to reach the audience you want. You can't be afraid of what others think of you while you're on the ground with your camera. It is not always comfortable when you're seeking the perspective that you want your audience to see, but you do it anyways because you know it will be just what you want.