One of my great friends, Pat Traylor, swung through DeKalb on his way to O'hare to catch his flight out to Guatemala on Wednesday night. We met up and had a great little send off party for Pat, along with one of my other great friends, Beck Diefenbach, who has a job with my home town's daily newspaper, The Daily Chronicle.
The night was very chill with a lot of photojournalism talk, a little photojournalism wallowing, and the appearance of the infamous flat pat who just had to say goodbye to 3d pat.
When all was said and done, after beck and I looked at images and bullshitted into the late hours of the evening it was time to head home. Walking from Beck's killer downtown apartment I walked out into what seemed to be the aftermath of an apocalypse. Zombies I presume. It was so peaceful and with the light inch or so dusting of snow DeKalb had that night I felt as if I were the last one on the planet making the short walk to my car. I strolled down the middle of the street taking photos, glancing at things in a new way, and thinking about just how fragile everything is when put into context.
It was the perfect ending to a great night.
Great seeing those two, it had been too long.
Cheers,
Brad Vest
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