I discovered back in my late teens working in a peach canning factory in Gridley, California, that loud machinery has its harmonies that damned near forced me to sing along. I was working a double line of peach pitting machines, and singing was the best way to pass the time on those 11 hour days. When I'm teaching photography and doing some routine task like spotting (retouching) a print, I often sing. Generally, my students seem to like it--they even request songs (mostly "Grandma's in the Cellar.") I sing--or sometimes play harmonica--while I drive, mow the lawn, whatever. "How Can I Keep From Singing?"--(actually, not a song I sing much--I don't think the mournful tune and the words go well together).

--seed