Not want you want to find in a support post, is it?

Boy Child: “Maybe if they hadn’t spent so much on all the signs they wouldn’t have gone bankrupt.”

Smart kid, though he didn’t catch the book title irony at the bottom of the frame.

One of these floors is from a middle school, one from a restaurant.

No one got sick, thankfully.

After 22 years of loyal service, I’ve decided to permanently retire my original Domke F2 bag. I bought it in the summer of 1989, the summer I knew I was going to be a photojournalist for the rest of my life, the summer I got serious.

It’s traveled up and down the east coast, to the west coast, to Hawaii, to Ireland, to Spain and to Canada. It has outlasted 16 cars. It has seen me move from Canon to Nikon and back to Canon. From film to digital. From freelancer to staffer to photo editor to director of photography to professor.

It’s been an excellent friend, but it’s done. Worn out, beat up. Shredding itself.

I still have half a dozen or more other Domke bags, but I’ll never forget my first. It’s been a damn good bag.