I'm off tomorrow and claiming the day for myself. For a few hours anyway, no one's parent or spouse. And I'm getting the hell out of the house.
With early Tom Waits albums queued up on the iPod and camera in hand, I'll wander about aimlessly in my city's downtown. I'll take a hundred pictures and hope for ten or so good ones. Sasha Frere-Jones and his photography will be on my mind as I snap away. He's my unknowing mentor.