I had my first-ever photography anxiety dream.

I was taking pictures of this wedding, and it was beautiful, and for some reason my shutter just wouldn't click anymore. And then there were tigers at this wedding, and it was on a huge picturesque cliff. Beautiful things just kept on showing up and passing by, baby tigers, first kisses, amazing coutour dresses on very stylish women, mimes, fire eaters, and other performers... and no matter what I did, I just couldn't make the shutter click.

Scary stuff.

I got a new XTi, and it's been amazing. I am SO BACK in a big way! I've got a model shoot next weekend, and two weddings this fall, a huge documentary project this spring, and any newspaper assignment I can get my greedy little hands on.

I have a domain, now. digitaladrianne.com. I have yet to do much with it. But maybe soon I will get it going.

I am kind of bummed out, right now, because some guy came into my room, attacked me, and stole my camera, and then I had to end my internship and move back to Maine.

The good news is that my family, friends, and boyfriend all love me. And that I am not raped and killed.

Huzzah!

The lady who runs the place is one of those rare genuine people. Tough, sensible, generous, and tough. She isn't about to take any crap. Her time is too valuable for pretention. She looks at me, and gets right down to it "So, what can you do?" I rattle off my job qualifications.

Then she was like "OK. So what else can you do?" So I'm like "I can do anything."

"Can you work?"

I grew up raking blueberries and cleaning houses for money for school clothes. I simply say "Yes."

"Can you make love to Jason?" She gestures to a young BU graduate, dark haired, attractive; I later find out that he's about to become a Boston public school teacher.

"Concievably." It's true that I have that capacity.

She laughs. "Jason, here, is Italian. That means he can cook the food and make passionate love. What are you?"

"Uhm.... German."

"So that means you can.... brew the beer, take care of the babies, smoke the pot, and.... brew the beer!" She winks and wanders off. I've got the job.

I'm going to Boston, this weekend, to look into an internship that I'll would be doing for all of the upcoming semester, possibly the year. Among other things, I am excited about the creative opportunities that a change of scenery might allow me.