I gave a camera training. I bought vintage Albanian stamps. I saw an old Kodak sign, and I wore my fancy new shoes. I also spent time making pictures, which is the FIRST real chance I’ve had in quite some times. I made about a dozen usable images so far, perhaps four will make the book. My right heel is killing me. Has been since a run in Boston a few days before we left. Something is wrong and it’s not like I’m going to be walking nonstop for the next eight days or anything. Nah, that’s probably not an issue.

As photographers, we have to adjust. We adjust to place, time, story, weather, mood and assignment if you so happen to be on one. I’m not so total freedom in regard to my own snaps. Just the way I want. The only way, actually. In Albania this means multi-exposures. I’ve gotten much better at them which was a bit of a surprise.

But these pics and this post are about random Tirana. The errands, the logistics, and the preparation. Workshop starts in two hours. Our assignments have been listed. Our locations double checked. Our route through the northern countryside has been mapped. Now, we go.