I hate the realization that I forgot my camera...
Thank God for blackberry's.
It happened a lot in Scotland.I had this lovely wee bag me ma picked out for my new video camera. Not as festive as you might think, just black, with the Guinness logo on it. Still attaching said small bag to my person for the jaunt to the Todd seemed a bit Fanny Packish.
Alas some of my fondest memories of the trip remained uncaptured, only to be relived in my mind.
Probably for the best....
This weekend Wes and I are pointed the Chevy due south for Sioux Falls. I've written about the Dakota and District pipe band before, a great organization with a heart of gold. Wes and I pop down round Burn's day to celebrate and work with this wonderful group. However this year, I left my camera at home.
Last years video was my own attempt at a documentary on prairie pipe band life (driving through rain, sleet, frozen fog, and near death) and I genuinely enjoy watching those clips. Alas this year shall be a no go.
I'm sure the drum corps are glad my memory card is full of videos from Scotland and Christmas instead of rehearsals, but I'm vowing to change that this week.
Out comes the camera and I'm going into John Madden mode.
"Now you see here this guy wants get the paradiddle there , BOOM, and this guy needs to crescendo the this there, BOOM" I'm sure the corps will be pleased.
Have a great weekend....
Hey, you know who had incredible rolls.... BRETT FAVRE!!!
Cheers,
Sean
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