A fun, weird, extended photo trip started nearly a month ago with an unlikely beginning: midget wrestling.
Little action. No class. No creativity. The complete opposite of Kaiju.
I don’t feel like I made any good pix because I know I didn’t have any fun.
The event was so bad… “how bad was it??… it was soooo bad, folks who paid $20 to be there were leaving after the first half-hour.
That brings me to yesterday here in Tampa, where happenstance leads me back to wrestling. While in Flo-rida for photos and friends, I end up stumbling upon a pro wrestling training center while meeting up with Melissa Lyttle, who was on assignment for the St. Pete Times.
Everyone there was super friendly, open-minded and fun. Recipe for photographic success.
There are so many events that photographers attend that have rules and regulations. But with Pro Wrestling, there are NO rules. Which meant that Melissa and I could jump into the ring – and stage a fake fight.
More stories from the road with my next caffeine buzz…