This Week In Photography Books: Brad Moore
I just flew in from New Orleans, and boy, are my arms tired. (Ba doom boom. Tch.)
Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. It flowed out of my fingers, and then, there it was. As ridiculous as that bad joke is, the underlying truth stands.
I did just get back from New Orleans.
And every bone in my body is aching from the deep exhaustion of ten hours of travel each way, with 26 critiques sandwiched in between. (Plus the amazing parties and such. It’s not a drag, by any means.)
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