Three straight weeks of shooting creates a massive jam of files (and even a big bag of film to be developed). And while I anxiously await the return of the film, and scratch the small patches of poison oak I picked up in NorCal, I need to back up, file, and send out a heap of images. And then plan on further trips. But first a trip into the tube – a MRI to be specific – to see what that “pop” in my knee was. Nothing good, I don’t think.