As we rolled into Philadelphia after a couple days in DC and Baltimore the feeling that we were nearing the end was hitting me and not in a good way. I'm not good at living the moment and I was dreading going back to NYC knowing that I wouldn't see the guys again until June and that when i did next see them it would be at what I have begun to call the wake and funeral in Worcester. The sadness I was beginning to gather was as oppressive as the heat and humidity in the Church.
Those feelings stopped every night around 10pm when the boys hit the stage and for those 60 minutes I was in the middle of it. Present. Worried about the lights, the camera, making sure that the guys look cool...making sure that I get pics of our friends and the crew that has been a part of this. Trying to make sure that people don't bump into remotes. And mostly - screaming my lungs out while bouncing around trying to get the best pics that I can....Not worried about the next day.
here is a collection of the images from the first night of Philly. Enjoy.