photography
Sunday Morning
After a night of little sleep, we decided we wouldn’t stay home, and drove to the salt pan nearby. I had never been there, but my father-in-law wanted to visit with me.
So off we went. There wasn’t a lot of salt there, it’s not salt season, but it’s a nice enough place, and I’m glad I finally know the place.
The places where salt used to be stored, small wooden cabins, have been transformed into little shops, selling all sorts of items. Salt included.
After that, on the way back home, we drove by Manique do Intendente, a small village that has a massive palace, built by a somewhat crazy police chief, that thought this place could someday become the capital of the kingdom.
Things didn’t really work out for him, but the palace is still there, surrounded by the regular sized houses that come with a regular sized village.
It was a great way to spend the morning, and the drive there was really nice.
Yesterday I had an amazing commute, with a few good photos. Today I’m back to driving, but I’ll get to see a friend I haven’t met in a while.
No two days are alike.
River Ride
Taking advantage of the fact that today’s venue for the campaign was just across the river, I thought I might skip the driving part and just take the boat there.
The time I was supposed to be there was also a little later than usual, so I had the opportunity to take it slower.
Grabbed an electric scooter, rode it down to the river, managed to get a couple of sticker shots after I dropped it, and walked to the pier.
Boats leave roughly ten minutes apart at this time, and the packed ones are coming into town, not the other way around. My boat, as expected, was mostly empty.
Ten minutes later I found myself on the south bank, ready for a few more stickers, and another handful of photos while I made my way to the place where work would happen.
The city streets also empty, as most people are already across the river to work.
Did the work, walked back to the boat. Another short scooter ride and I was home editing. Still time to do it before tinyMovieStar left kindergarten.
No time for lunch. That happened at five.