I called the front desk and requested a 5am wake-up call and while I thought it'd make total sense, I definitely felt the three hour time difference the following morning. My body was in Atlanta, but my brain was back in California, where it was 2am and there'd likely be a dog resting his head on my right ankle. Not left, just the right. I shuffled around in the darkness using my phone as a flashlight. And right then I realized it was the closest I'd ever get to camping in the south.
I reviewed my presentation notes and talked out loud trying to tie my thoughts together. I emailed clients, organized my flight home, then got ready for the long day ahead. Oh, and I topped this preparation with a pair of red heels. Because--just maybe--I could take heels camping.
I was honored to speak at WPPI University in Georgia. Over 400 photographers showed up for the three-day conference and it was an incredible gathering of incredible photographers. The energy in the room was palpable and I was greeted with a warm southern welcome filled with things like y'all...fixin to do...ma'am, although I could have done without that last one thankyouverymuch.