I didn't have the option of covering the Inauguration of Barack Obama Tuesday, but what I did have is a shiver of the moment here in Athens, Georgia. As cozy as this photo looks the experience wasn't anything close. In fact, it was torturous. It was below 30-degrees (flipping freezin for us bama gals) and I somehow didn't even think to take a coat. I had to give myself an internal pep talk to not bolt for the indoors before the candles were lit at the end. I couldn't soak in the sugary sweet notes of 17-year old boy wonder Fredric Creamer, or even reflect one portion of a second on the inspirational words of the various prestigious speakers. Once the wicks were lit I worked quickly to get a shot, my fingers so cold I could barely fire the shutter. I scrambled for names I needed before the crowd scattered. I made the trek back to the paper bracing against the gusts of wind. I edited my pictures quickly for the early Inauguration special section deadlines. Later I watched on tv the replay of throngs of people crying, rejoicing, hysterical, serene, and an array of other emotions brought on by the historic day.
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