Pamela Jo Bowman

As I ride in the morning I often see this visually interesting shot. I want a crane to get the movement without the camera shadow. I think, movie? music video? documentary? hmmm. By the time I get to the park I pretty much have forgotten about the shot. After all by then I have moved on to movie ideas, the thought of falling into the canal, the scene re-write for the day, the man wearing a purple jogging suit (rather unattractive, shouldn’t someone tell him?) and all the little chores I am suppose to take care of that day. Day after day, except cloudy ones, I see the image again and I remember again and I begin again. That could be a great shot. The subtext. The rough gray wall, the shadow and movement. I arrive at the cement picnic table breathless because a.) I’m tired and b.) I see this. Blinded with the possibilities of this life, my life. Back on the bike. So much I want to learn and do and see. Chasing that shadow that is always a tad ahead of me. Keep pumping. Keep pumping. Keep pumping.

The girl needs a job. She is smart, cute, bi-lingual, computer literate, hard working and funny! Come on people! I have many friends…. I take that back…. I know people who were hired because they knew people. Why is that not working for us?

Have we not assisted others in obtaining employment? Have we not provided service to others? Have we not been helpful to others?

Really let’s us know where we stand. Good to know. Kitchen’s closed. This chick has had it!

The end.