funny, right...

...where we journalists find ourselves sometimes...if you could have seen drew yesterday around seven pm, he would have been running, actually running (which is rare) about a mile down train tracks to get a shot for a spot news assignment...really, it was nothing-a five acre wildfire (nothing like california)...so many times i could have walked away, but didn't, because i wanted to tell this story. after being screwed around for over an hour by the police/fire department, i drove around and found where the helicopter launch was, but it was too late-they had finished their checks and a chopper from richmond was coming in for water drops...kept going, got through a check point and ran around a mountain (thats what everyone was calling it, but really a foothill) to find a crew of guys finishing a containment trench before the rainfall...so, fuck those fire fighters from fauquier (FAW-KEY-ER) county, i hope they shit a brick tomorrow when they see that i got the shot for our front page...and here is a photo from the moment i once again realized this work is awesome...