I’m not much a fan of rainy days. I’m also not a fan of umbrellas on crowded NYC
I’m not much a fan of rainy days. I’m also not a fan of umbrellas on crowded NYC streets. I am a fan, however, of hats. I own many hats, though this is the only one I care about. It’s one of the few items I have that belonged to my grandfather, who I never had the opportunity of knowing. He passed when I was just a year old, but sometimes I feel like I knew him anyway. I rescued this hat, that sat unused for years in my grandmother’s closet and have been wearing it since I was 13. It’s fun thinking that he’s somewhere smiling as I walk in the rain, with his hat perched on my head and the thought of him on my mind. And now, a little anecdote: During a night shoot in the woods I took along this hat to keep my head from catching a chill. Though not it’s fault, I couldn’t snap my shots with it atop my head, so in it went to my back pocket. I shot and shot and climbed and walked and finished and packed and drove home. Upon my arrival, I searched and searched, but to no avail- it had fled my pocket and rested among the fallen leaves. A great deal of sadness came over me as I knew it could never be replaced. At dawn the next day I drove back to the spot I last had my friend and once again searched and searched and scoured the earth to find it. Then, from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of it and with a pitter patter of my heart ran to snatch it. With a shake it went back on my head and with a sigh of relief I returned home. The end. -- source link
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