More or less the day from hell. You know, when everything goes wrong? We started out at 10am, spent three hours to get to the circus which had already moved.

Then we spent two more hours trying to find them.

The taxi ran out of gas, then got a flat tire.

The Hasselblad got stuck in the middle of a roll but, thank the gods, I had my Rollie.

Mauro dropped the video recorder and it stopped working.

And, at the end of the day, he and I had run out of money, and I mean totally out of money. We had to riffle through the sofa cushions at his parents’ house to get a ride home.

Five rolls, though; the last picture on the last roll of the circus owner’s son peeing by the tent.

Hope tomorrow gets better.

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liese ricketts

photographer, closet writer, mother, grandmother, hermit.