I can remember that when I moved to Atlanta in 1996 that it took me a long time to figure out what to do with myself when I wasn't working, which was rare since I was suffering through an internhip at CNN during the day and working at an insanely busy restaurant at night. The reason was that when I was living in Santa Cruz, whenver I had any free time whatsoever, I was surfing. It was simple. I never had to think. Not doing anything. There are waves. Go surfing. Simple.

Now I'm in the same situation. When I wasn't photographing skiers on the mountain, I was skiing. On my days off, I was skiing. I never had to figure out what do. But now that Vail and Beaver Creek are closed, I'm experiencing the same feelings all over again. I read books and watch movies and play with the kittens, but I don't really know what to do beside that. It's not like it's nice outside. It's been cold with rain or snow all week. There's no place to hang out. I've actually gone into work each of the last three days to grab some photos for my portfolio, but that gets old real fast. You can't imagine how unbeleivably boring it is to sort through thousands of pictures of one horrible skier after another to find the gems. I gave up.

I know the weather will improve and there will be more to do, but in the meantime I'm going a little stir crazy with idleness.