Every 6 months or so I have a "career crisis". I swear that I'm going to finally get out of my longtime home of Utah and move to NYC or LA - to a bigger market, where I can get my work in front of more people and work without flying into a major city every time I shoot.
And then Utah throws days like today at me.
And I remember that this is my yard.
And I remember that plane tickets aren't really that expensive.