I had a plan. A plan to take pictures, and a lot of them. This is the first time I’ve been home for Sundance since I left for college. And I wanted to document it like the Sartorialist documents fashion. Unfortunately, somewhere in between the lines of balancing work and play and food and sleep, I found myself at the end of a crazy week and realized that I had only taken my camera out once. ONCE. And not for very long, either. Dang it.
When I sat down last month and made my goals for this coming year, one of them was to shoot more for myself. Opportunity number one? Failed miserably. As I reviewed the few photos I did take, I decided right then and there never to do that again. Because I regret not taking more pictures. I regret being paranoid about bringing my camera with me. And life is far too short for those kind of regrets.
So it’s February 1st, and I’m starting over. More shooting for myself. No regrets.
My cousin Emily came into to town for the festival, and one afternoon we hopped on a bus (because trying to drive is pointless) and headed up to Main Street.
Apparently musicians think Sundance is a chance to get their big break. I kid you not, there was a different band every couple stores. Some weren’t all that great, but others were pretty good!
After walking around for a shorter amount of time than I’d like to admit, we got hungry (we’re Fines- it’s in our blood). So we stopped into Java Cow’s Ice Cream and Coffee Shop for a snack. I got a bagel and a latte. Emily got a lovely scoop of ice cream.
And quiche?? Yes, that is quiche. Quiche and ice cream. Haha. Love you Emmy!
You were fun, Sundance. I’ll see you next year, camera in hand.
