Channing Johnson Photography » A Photographer's Journal

I feel bad for those people who live in Miami and San Diego. Sure, they don’t spend months of their year locked in ice and darkness, but they also don’t get to experience the ecstasy of spring. It’s one of the few things in life that you can anticipate for months and still have your expectations exceeded. Spring doesn’t last long, and soon I’ll be complaining about the heat, but as I watch the snow melt, the world is starting to feel new and full of possibility. It’s hard to experience such a profound sense of rebirth when every day is 80 degrees and sunny. Those poor souls.

I met Myndi and Charlie in college. I knew them each before they knew each other. But I think it’s neat that we haven’t just continued to be friends but have become different and better friends than we ever were before (thanks to Brooke for making that complete). Although we’ve had the pleasure of seeing Myndi and Charlie relatively frequently (here, here, and even here) for living one thousand miles away, it’s hard to believe it had been 3 years since we had quality time with them in Boston. They also made the trip for our wedding but that’s not quite the same as slowing everything down over long meals, board games, drinks, and winter beach walks.

I thought it was last year that the Boston photographers met up with the Rhode Island photographers in Providence. Turns out it was two years ago. Shameful. Ashley, Li, Lisa, Zev and I took the train down a couple of weeks ago to meet up with Stacey, Josh, Kevin and Jamie. We hit up the RISD Museum before settling in for some drinks at Harry’s. I don’t remember the name of the next place (the details are a little fuzzy), but we were in between train departures and figured we had time for one more drink before the last train to Boston. In the end we didn’t give ourselves as much time as we wanted. We ran through the icy streets (we almost didn’t make it back as a unit) and collapsed on the train with a few minutes to spare. I hope it’s not another two years before we do that again.