This evening, I washed the oldest pair of jeans I own, to date. They haven’t been washed in a few months. In fact, they’ve been hanging, with mud caked to the knees and calf areas, since I photographed the Missouri-Nebraska football game last October.
The elements were not kind that game night — cold, windy, rainy. I slipped in the mud at the end of the game while photographing fans, and my jeans and rainjacket have hung in my closet ever since.
But now they’re all clean. Because I’ll probably need them this coming week — and it was about time I dealt with them anyway.