I recently, finally, came to understand what is good and great about Beyonce. She existed in my periphery for a long time. Never hated, just unacknowledged. With the release of BEYONCE I’ve finally come to pay attention, and I am rapt and in awe. In love, even. This Summer I found myself at her first show for the On the Run Tour and this post is mostly an excuse to share some of the pictures I took during the show. That night I was by myself, and I often say that I don’t mind doing things by myself or that I’m not mussed by spending time on my own, but I am also often full of shit. I got home late in the evening, already running late and convinced that I would feel awkward and alone in a sea of strangers. What I didn’t know, what I hadn’t yet grasped, was that at a Beyonce show there are no strangers. We are all brethren in the presence of this good thing. It was a great thing. I never found my seat. I immediately descended into a sea of sweat and humidity at Sun Life Stadium and we, all of us, stared. We were all in awe of her. I mean, Jay Z was pretty good too, but it was Bey that blew me away. I danced and I sang and I cried and I was really really happy. Beyonce is a wonderful thing to behold. I am a fan.