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Feb. 27th, 2003 11:05 pm( What I played tonight. )
Maybe forty-five minutes after I finished carving up with a red pen this week's correction copy, one of the ad guys or other people up front said there was a call for the editorial staff.
I took it, and the man on the other end introduced himself as Hal, a member of the Swingalong Band, which plays the Goleta Valley Community Center twice a week for the senior-citizen dances.
He said that a couple who met at the center had just announced their engagement. I told Derek, the news editor, and we figured it couldn't hurt to go down there and see what was up. Derek grabbed a notebook and I got the camera and we walked down to the center.
In this high-ceilinged, skylighted room, one or two dozen people in their seventies and beyond sat around folding tables on vinyl-padded, stackable chairs. A few couples circled slowly to the music of organ, flute and "tub-of-guts" -- essentially, a rubber band guitar, only cello-sized. There were ten or so kids at the foot of the stage, behaving nicely. When we walked in, the woman at the door asked what we were there for, and a guy at a table leaned over his walker to inform me that the couple dressed in cream-color and white were the happy fiancés.
So Derek approached them, and I sat down with them and snapped some photos. The man had a full head of white hair, and a smile that masked how sharp he still is at 78. His fiancée showed off her engagement ring; she was similarly sharp, and the two of them were very light on their feet when they got up and began dancing again.
I took some more photos, Derek met a Czech woman who used to take photos for a paper over there, and we left. Before we did, I got some cute pictures of the kids and Hal, and Hal told me that I should volunteer to do the wedding photographs of the soon-to-be-newlyweds. I may get his band to dress all nice and go over there to shoot them, soon.
It was so sweet, and I feel all encouraged with the photography thing -- Derek was all praising my work on the walk back. I'm a total attention 'ho, I admit it; I suppose it's how I gauge the quality of whatever I'm doing, or it provides me with cheap thrills, or perhaps both.
I guess I should pay attention to what the couple's story proves: as long as you're still kicking, it's never too late to do something that makes you happy. Yay, platitudes.
And god, DAMN, it was nice out today. The sky was blue, and all the trees were green.
Maybe forty-five minutes after I finished carving up with a red pen this week's correction copy, one of the ad guys or other people up front said there was a call for the editorial staff.
I took it, and the man on the other end introduced himself as Hal, a member of the Swingalong Band, which plays the Goleta Valley Community Center twice a week for the senior-citizen dances.
He said that a couple who met at the center had just announced their engagement. I told Derek, the news editor, and we figured it couldn't hurt to go down there and see what was up. Derek grabbed a notebook and I got the camera and we walked down to the center.
In this high-ceilinged, skylighted room, one or two dozen people in their seventies and beyond sat around folding tables on vinyl-padded, stackable chairs. A few couples circled slowly to the music of organ, flute and "tub-of-guts" -- essentially, a rubber band guitar, only cello-sized. There were ten or so kids at the foot of the stage, behaving nicely. When we walked in, the woman at the door asked what we were there for, and a guy at a table leaned over his walker to inform me that the couple dressed in cream-color and white were the happy fiancés.
So Derek approached them, and I sat down with them and snapped some photos. The man had a full head of white hair, and a smile that masked how sharp he still is at 78. His fiancée showed off her engagement ring; she was similarly sharp, and the two of them were very light on their feet when they got up and began dancing again.
I took some more photos, Derek met a Czech woman who used to take photos for a paper over there, and we left. Before we did, I got some cute pictures of the kids and Hal, and Hal told me that I should volunteer to do the wedding photographs of the soon-to-be-newlyweds. I may get his band to dress all nice and go over there to shoot them, soon.
It was so sweet, and I feel all encouraged with the photography thing -- Derek was all praising my work on the walk back. I'm a total attention 'ho, I admit it; I suppose it's how I gauge the quality of whatever I'm doing, or it provides me with cheap thrills, or perhaps both.
I guess I should pay attention to what the couple's story proves: as long as you're still kicking, it's never too late to do something that makes you happy. Yay, platitudes.
And god, DAMN, it was nice out today. The sky was blue, and all the trees were green.
