tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56785491830945688872024-03-14T03:32:23.302-07:00Regina Lynn PhotographyThe mama with the big cameraReginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-77787031974286830002010-03-12T13:57:00.000-08:002010-03-12T14:12:16.373-08:00Gone and done it...Yep, my readers, fellow photographers and bloggers. *gulp* I've done it. The unthinkable. The perhaps unforgivable. I've changed the name of my business. *gasp* Not that there was much of a business to begin with which is part of the reason I did it now, rather than later. But yeah, Regina Lynn Photography is now The Left-Brained Photographer. I just liked the new name idea too much to say "No." to it. It was too *me*. Too much of a clever (or not) oxymoron to resist it. <div>So, that said, yes, I'm moving my blog. To an official <a href="http://www.theleftbrainedphotographer.com/">The Left-Brained Photographer blog</a>. Blog for now, real actual site somewhere down the road. And yes, I have forsaken Blogspot. Sorry, Blogspot, Wordpress was just so inviting. So easy to use. Bigger pictures. Had the ability to <i>not</i> like a lowly blog and more like an actual site instead. Of course, that may be because I never learned to use Blogspot to it's full potential, but there's the thing- I don't have to learn too much to do great things with Wordpress. Sorry Blogspot. Sorry. Obviously, it wasn't you. It was me.</div><div>Ok, now that I'm finished waxing cheesy, here's the official URL: <a href="http://www.theleftbrainedphotographer.com">http://www.theleftbrainedphotographer.com</a>.</div><div>I won't be shutting this site down right away, but I won't be posting anything new either. All the new stuff will be on the new site. So come on over and let me know what you think. Please tell me you like it and I'm not too nuts. Or tell me you hate it and you want my original (boring) name back. </div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-4345815541477898502010-03-08T19:25:00.000-08:002010-03-08T19:28:41.320-08:00Or perhaps?<div>Perhaps this one?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARit4lB43ZeUwtDnkdZXkDGlVbjXPMyiNFt2MdnZwkRbcB5AZnMhhRRc8HXRXee0UYDR8DqWABiEnjoe4mz5GAn91q3cbCldGEKnsc9TvRgThj0WUnpK1Jxa0A5ufgmciOYQun3iBuAz3/s1600-h/logo+sample-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARit4lB43ZeUwtDnkdZXkDGlVbjXPMyiNFt2MdnZwkRbcB5AZnMhhRRc8HXRXee0UYDR8DqWABiEnjoe4mz5GAn91q3cbCldGEKnsc9TvRgThj0WUnpK1Jxa0A5ufgmciOYQun3iBuAz3/s400/logo+sample-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446470352959134914" /></a>Haha, I know totally different name. But I was playing around with it and was like, "You know? That could actually work!" Nah, I don't know... Maybe someday down the road when I'm established and my business can afford a name change.Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-9754016451014314152010-03-08T16:05:00.000-08:002010-03-08T16:21:50.570-08:00Logo ideas?So this afternoon, I sat down and did some reworking and redesigning of my logo. My current logo is ok, but I just don't feel like it's "there" yet. Or maybe I'm just bored with it. Hmmm...<div>The first one is my current logo.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbplgKdu9uvY7mBlUtVtBOW-_eQcIbHI16DbbY_-2UP8qiC2Fmk3G1lEOXzGpkXpxuG_w-3w8KDqb_x_BR7fYhrwktMO54_TALNEfc0C4H1cnlkwOvNi-RPRfuZxXX-yHK_HHHXFfD80bE/s1600-h/logo-dark+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbplgKdu9uvY7mBlUtVtBOW-_eQcIbHI16DbbY_-2UP8qiC2Fmk3G1lEOXzGpkXpxuG_w-3w8KDqb_x_BR7fYhrwktMO54_TALNEfc0C4H1cnlkwOvNi-RPRfuZxXX-yHK_HHHXFfD80bE/s400/logo-dark+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446419538424477858" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Mg1g7QryFby0lRx63oYzclmGNKZ8Ip-i56EU6Ttl2Q2QJiK0jq8EXHXvWnusTuTPUwsp7HMOOzWbEMBdukN0I98TqA9QYHImmvxdA8KEBTzN6PRXxHP6CJuno0V6uVavwv03-344-c5H/s1600-h/sample+logo-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Mg1g7QryFby0lRx63oYzclmGNKZ8Ip-i56EU6Ttl2Q2QJiK0jq8EXHXvWnusTuTPUwsp7HMOOzWbEMBdukN0I98TqA9QYHImmvxdA8KEBTzN6PRXxHP6CJuno0V6uVavwv03-344-c5H/s400/sample+logo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446419532543293762" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NAXn3w7TWlBcgOhHw_K8rThrJ66oel4vLknXFDxonBeTlUVOhD99Ulc6qgrFcvMvcXBAHprVVZVaWt3DE6TT6Le0TPSrMKDYTjznAncC4GiX9R9BkTQrkOjYnwzT0EePW4WD2oEyY58u/s1600-h/sample+logo-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NAXn3w7TWlBcgOhHw_K8rThrJ66oel4vLknXFDxonBeTlUVOhD99Ulc6qgrFcvMvcXBAHprVVZVaWt3DE6TT6Le0TPSrMKDYTjznAncC4GiX9R9BkTQrkOjYnwzT0EePW4WD2oEyY58u/s400/sample+logo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446419527538065922" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQRCuR1xkiUN6l59xx0VF0fWBgnc_uir1oFh0OfwOK9G93V4svoHtng0waO32qCLrBhR5l3HUWaSexlU0VVo899GpvBnGIWUYn-wzhEVVCn2kFE4obNb-LROHQ5USd_j_UT6kkGZxCXD8/s1600-h/sample-logo4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQRCuR1xkiUN6l59xx0VF0fWBgnc_uir1oFh0OfwOK9G93V4svoHtng0waO32qCLrBhR5l3HUWaSexlU0VVo899GpvBnGIWUYn-wzhEVVCn2kFE4obNb-LROHQ5USd_j_UT6kkGZxCXD8/s400/sample-logo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446419525378119842" /></a><br />So? What do you all think? Any one in particular that stuck out to you? Maybe something needs to be tweaked a little? Perhaps a combination of the above ideas? Or am I totally out of whack here and have absolutely no eye for graphic design? Seriously, I want to know. I want some constructive criticism. And please don't tell me to just go with what I like best. There's so many options and different ways I could do it- all of which would look ok to me, but I have no idea how it would look to anyone else. Personally, I like #3 best. Don't know why, I just like it.<div>By the way, If you didn't find this blog by way of Facebook and have no idea that Regina Lynn Photography exists on Facebook, well yeah, I exist on Facebook, y'all! Check it out!</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-35830069067970898492010-03-02T07:14:00.001-08:002010-03-02T09:00:05.460-08:00LOVE: Joel & Emeleene<div>This photo shoot is from almost a year ago. Joel, one of Hubby's two best bachelor buddies, and Emeleene, the sweet, sweet girl that he met on a blind date, were newly engaged and I had offered an engagement shoot as part of our wedding present. So we met up at this incredible old mill on a windy Saturday afternoon last spring. This old place is pretty special to Hubby and I- this was the location were we had a lot of our bridal party and couple pictures on our wedding day. Joel was one of Hubby's groomsman and was adamant about not going somewhere that "everybody else goes" to have their engagement pictures done. So when I mentioned "the old mill" (as the locals refer to it), Joel and Em were game. Funny thing is, since our wedding, and even since this shoot, I've noticed that "the old mill" has indeed become another place that seemingly <i>everyone</i> goes to for an amazing portrait location.</div><div>Wow! I look at these photos, I'm a bit ashamed. Not because the shots themselves are bad, but because I have learned <i>so</i> much about editing since then. So, so much. Looking at this session now I wish I could go back and re-edit them with all I know now. And maybe I will sometime. But, for right now, I'm gonna be, I don't know, honest I guess, a post them as is. Maybe sometime down the road, I'll post some re-edits.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdDqhBbd3sRQA_8WHlfL0RzFq0nYI6pm4lm_temLgGxZ3oD7Od08MC1AkocRdALYTQhRYvONn0FG2GQUXSsLpw_M6DVr8cq2HZW11SKzyY9rjtD4dL-ABIxq6waGYKz13RY5I9msml_oE/s1600-h/engagement+018+copy+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdDqhBbd3sRQA_8WHlfL0RzFq0nYI6pm4lm_temLgGxZ3oD7Od08MC1AkocRdALYTQhRYvONn0FG2GQUXSsLpw_M6DVr8cq2HZW11SKzyY9rjtD4dL-ABIxq6waGYKz13RY5I9msml_oE/s400/engagement+018+copy+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444063025025144866" /></a>This was such a fun shoot- I mean, come on, photo shoots with good friends as subjects are always a ton of fun! It doesn't take near as long or near as much effort to get them to loosen up and be themselves.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sSDtc7t7OHdwyv5hKfkEr7H0UWl8pHw5XXxl1cr_MKPDKBoIACsJ3J_fmhzpQr__UFIiI2meXKSpxwatmYRglokXfwb9CpBG-itSE1lBkPM1aBnFyU5I-n-8uCoR_RAKBqdlU2q_a65Q/s1600-h/engagement+026+copy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sSDtc7t7OHdwyv5hKfkEr7H0UWl8pHw5XXxl1cr_MKPDKBoIACsJ3J_fmhzpQr__UFIiI2meXKSpxwatmYRglokXfwb9CpBG-itSE1lBkPM1aBnFyU5I-n-8uCoR_RAKBqdlU2q_a65Q/s400/engagement+026+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444063017254522258" /></a>These two images with the old window frame are some of my favorite out of the 30 odd great pictures we got from the entire afternoon.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCAJ1ST8ETpxJMksyFxkrYsx023HbH54XQAsmSQFa7YDCWjOaHfXyjZkRDV5zaxm6eXfkDPXdBQ182Uqak4ziIuIpEP09NGZFPynzcCF-by6qy5HUywtXdSKqjIGW5FBm7jg0eWqxo_73/s1600-h/engagement+027+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCAJ1ST8ETpxJMksyFxkrYsx023HbH54XQAsmSQFa7YDCWjOaHfXyjZkRDV5zaxm6eXfkDPXdBQ182Uqak4ziIuIpEP09NGZFPynzcCF-by6qy5HUywtXdSKqjIGW5FBm7jg0eWqxo_73/s400/engagement+027+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444063009500775202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSQg4h55OrGX9kDXRrgboAcw6X9V0FY4iW87jSAgUforkfE65vOWqhDMSul1NEG6qPTny_Fl3VD7MtXXq7CG4cKb3tfcHGseWkFg67FdybrRrwneKfS5ljb49P_YT4SnV65i25ujpUn05/s1600-h/engagement+036+copy+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSQg4h55OrGX9kDXRrgboAcw6X9V0FY4iW87jSAgUforkfE65vOWqhDMSul1NEG6qPTny_Fl3VD7MtXXq7CG4cKb3tfcHGseWkFg67FdybrRrwneKfS5ljb49P_YT4SnV65i25ujpUn05/s400/engagement+036+copy+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062332310808002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGTtk5y9DgPLLBAnqPNe_IfjGoj65zuSFQH8NFLg2AU39_WKPhkGYfYhx5BKN9hxSyEWASPWC_HigdpwgPgkCZuqQCCGohfLv-wxYPi_2eTmKs5f1BuSaF5CPRLw9WLZibOzllfwJwE36/s1600-h/engagement+052+copy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGTtk5y9DgPLLBAnqPNe_IfjGoj65zuSFQH8NFLg2AU39_WKPhkGYfYhx5BKN9hxSyEWASPWC_HigdpwgPgkCZuqQCCGohfLv-wxYPi_2eTmKs5f1BuSaF5CPRLw9WLZibOzllfwJwE36/s400/engagement+052+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062323994199778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4H26xMhl-Z8r9i52sMDGC908a5gC0nXGZI0tkG5IGGhCsg1uR0BaqjrJP-Y25p0EkGk9d724FfIidgCxTknWh4CzkzhjneJYYG4cLvfTYELTX3kc3Twz5crw0h7m2lXm5uxrRlmpil_j/s1600-h/engagement+056+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4H26xMhl-Z8r9i52sMDGC908a5gC0nXGZI0tkG5IGGhCsg1uR0BaqjrJP-Y25p0EkGk9d724FfIidgCxTknWh4CzkzhjneJYYG4cLvfTYELTX3kc3Twz5crw0h7m2lXm5uxrRlmpil_j/s400/engagement+056+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062313619805346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cpy-xODMNV4rHXz75yoXfI7YvRAoqOLIA-BeNNX7exDpVw78xGYLMA-00S1psAg5CK4yI7MBH3kDO6-tsp2glveKaZqQ2n8AHx4QxBYBEs4UepUoagu3_wfZhnak4tPgkMqtDB7ANRMk/s1600-h/engagement+059+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cpy-xODMNV4rHXz75yoXfI7YvRAoqOLIA-BeNNX7exDpVw78xGYLMA-00S1psAg5CK4yI7MBH3kDO6-tsp2glveKaZqQ2n8AHx4QxBYBEs4UepUoagu3_wfZhnak4tPgkMqtDB7ANRMk/s400/engagement+059+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062302658928274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0MTaSzKzbV3pmhO9rlq8ACeQ6lsGB757NCCOgEsZUfp5Kmgf8NvV538HdpFGVzL6PcBMKnXOZapvmtoqfxHjaKrnac16XZxEfbPpdOAAuhWdBjQs0xe_7K_AcUMnTxJMwEmCNM5gTc8y/s1600-h/engagement+065+copy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0MTaSzKzbV3pmhO9rlq8ACeQ6lsGB757NCCOgEsZUfp5Kmgf8NvV538HdpFGVzL6PcBMKnXOZapvmtoqfxHjaKrnac16XZxEfbPpdOAAuhWdBjQs0xe_7K_AcUMnTxJMwEmCNM5gTc8y/s400/engagement+065+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062293969199202" /></a>And this series of shots behind that neat old building have to be my other favorites. Guess I just have a thing for old buildings.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHuxSZ5P88SiC-iZNMgIxkx6Tt2iW9ufRQC0K2EyJl1W0eUR305DdgHEnkthBSnuC8T9lv5wherkfR7_U7dXjiKQ_Uk0xiVhrHKOT6Nz8gtYbuJR8snvszx0V6sCJ1ckJopNzeGWkMelb/s1600-h/engagement+067+copy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHuxSZ5P88SiC-iZNMgIxkx6Tt2iW9ufRQC0K2EyJl1W0eUR305DdgHEnkthBSnuC8T9lv5wherkfR7_U7dXjiKQ_Uk0xiVhrHKOT6Nz8gtYbuJR8snvszx0V6sCJ1ckJopNzeGWkMelb/s400/engagement+067+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056919374832338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrxRmiXh55FSotfKGpOSGwaQmfdYJGKOCNfWczbR2FEyAWmmLFSNX1YfO0gJ1IJ-GPrFWA1ZxUVmY_3g4qDW1KXbQdKFweLi17ta3L9rdAZlQqz6Bn5qYk80HTXTSLv7N4ZBLRvqb0dZ2/s1600-h/engagement+069+copy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrxRmiXh55FSotfKGpOSGwaQmfdYJGKOCNfWczbR2FEyAWmmLFSNX1YfO0gJ1IJ-GPrFWA1ZxUVmY_3g4qDW1KXbQdKFweLi17ta3L9rdAZlQqz6Bn5qYk80HTXTSLv7N4ZBLRvqb0dZ2/s400/engagement+069+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056909992323426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrN_lh2Fz2XOTFfqhIUHrlqRtPhBkoiGJ1vfg5IR49Fh9lplHHGGmMbLf9pen0gxhhB73S056KjZa8pyBBQezM-cQKMls8WBnd8BqGKIqpNZfaNFCGQc7fQKLjyC0v2leUdMeRdI_9yo_/s1600-h/engagement+078+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrN_lh2Fz2XOTFfqhIUHrlqRtPhBkoiGJ1vfg5IR49Fh9lplHHGGmMbLf9pen0gxhhB73S056KjZa8pyBBQezM-cQKMls8WBnd8BqGKIqpNZfaNFCGQc7fQKLjyC0v2leUdMeRdI_9yo_/s400/engagement+078+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056896278554626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkxRmmrvFJRD-U82K_VDOS3RRoYDJ0CEFoik1qtASlwB2RUUN-02xejyBtLwGP5ryLa7QpCLmjmOca03Iu3_3L_at8PH_TonjHfoUHyFwZ9dCismPPOVuhew2bHHwuOc_z8fi1k2Az2ps/s1600-h/engagement+085+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkxRmmrvFJRD-U82K_VDOS3RRoYDJ0CEFoik1qtASlwB2RUUN-02xejyBtLwGP5ryLa7QpCLmjmOca03Iu3_3L_at8PH_TonjHfoUHyFwZ9dCismPPOVuhew2bHHwuOc_z8fi1k2Az2ps/s400/engagement+085+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056888550289394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXspsPyJdg6tweY89M8ECC1yzkxuDFnRcfd4349_53lt7AkLP5OBFxOpMkGyxCFg4llHqh1SF-o2tIQMBtMAFpBvHdFVEezldfgLujT76EzI1zXDrWtvC1uljQOb0th-r90HGUYo3fcg9j/s1600-h/engagement+087+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXspsPyJdg6tweY89M8ECC1yzkxuDFnRcfd4349_53lt7AkLP5OBFxOpMkGyxCFg4llHqh1SF-o2tIQMBtMAFpBvHdFVEezldfgLujT76EzI1zXDrWtvC1uljQOb0th-r90HGUYo3fcg9j/s400/engagement+087+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444056878425781282" /></a>Aw, yeah, that was such a great afternoon. Joel and Em were married in July, 2009, right before our big move from east to west. We saw them while we were on vacation during January and they're still in so much love. It's so cool to see friends find someone great for them and get married, committing to a lifetime together! Oh yes, I am totally the crier at weddings- particularly the weddings of friends. Good grief, I've cried at weddings where my husband was the connection to the couple and I had never met them in my life!</div><div>But anyways, thank-you to those dear people who actually read my blog. After I wrote and posted my last post, I realized I did <i>not</i> have to say half the things I said because most people simply do not care about the intricacies of my psych. Forgive me and thanks for reading. *grin*</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-21536606171295664842010-02-24T09:47:00.000-08:002010-02-24T15:00:40.612-08:00Musings on Preparing to Launch a Business and Household Organization... and Regina Lynn's Super Weird Brain<div>Hello friends, virtual and otherwise. I really do have a good excuse for my absence. I mean, kinda. What I don't have a good excuse for is not having picked up my camera and doing some semi-extensive shooting in the last several weeks. I guess you could say I've been hibernating. At least, when it comes to actual photography. And, probably, when it comes to actually going outside too. Usually I am not such an indoor bum during the winter but this year I have a kid. And wanting to avoid getting him all bundled up to go out sounds like a good reason to stay in.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Lg0ov7FkMy4FyDa4YUUkQBqZMZNWbeMQ1aP9E3l3mh95r852gfa8Kp2pEtrsLa_cl_MAom3ay3ZlQow2IZUyatwS96PwgwjRRsXlTHqhdsnw2tt8D4aHcGBr2_VL60422tJuhWSFEjJj/s400/DSC_0016+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441870409385304370" /></div><div>And since there's only so much shooting I can do in my house, creative photography has slowed to a crawl. But that's ok. I know the really good and great photographers out there would argue that I should have my camera with me at all times and shoot no matter what. But I'm lazy. And I know that if I pressure myself too much for too long my creativity nodules will burn out. I am, in my own way, a perfectionist. The kind of perfectionist that, if I can't do it right from the beginning, I won't even start. And yes, these perfectionistic tendencies do play a part in my creative burn out. See, every single time I pick up my camera, even if only for snapshots, I have this intense, self-imposed pressure to get the perfect shot. The best angle. Best use of lighting. You get the point. Of course, this is probably also why I love shooting in RAW format so much. If I don't get everything perfect, as far as white balance, exposure, etc., SOOC, I can fix it and get it exactly the way I want it in PSE later. Takes <i>some</i> of the pressure off.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GWXHlryAHVgTP-F4tny7zvqC0H-IFXpXEjOEjv4A6aforDhvHposCxqjCOXlIaX2KQ-BdxTKMuEnounJBN-9ClHhlEoiShxL4VhOOmvXjK2PcS1XW-g4H0Afqc2aQbG2kjirP6kfWBmo/s1600-h/DSC_0008+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GWXHlryAHVgTP-F4tny7zvqC0H-IFXpXEjOEjv4A6aforDhvHposCxqjCOXlIaX2KQ-BdxTKMuEnounJBN-9ClHhlEoiShxL4VhOOmvXjK2PcS1XW-g4H0Afqc2aQbG2kjirP6kfWBmo/s400/DSC_0008+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441869203928951410" /></a>But, I think you can see my point regarding burn out. The pressure I put on myself to have everything perfect is my own fault. I choose to see it in a positive light. If nothing or no one else will push me to do my best, to learn new things, and achieve new heights, at least I know that my own psych will. But what better time to take a break from that pressure than during the dreary end of winter, after the holidays are over and spring has not yet come. <div>I love winter and am still enjoying it, but today it hit me that I will be happy when it gets warm and things start blooming again. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdof9Oem_cxPvEftTlkU0GEy_rRcGNzxI1bctmcdX3rRBlCM1IlWTkyrCGyQeBSeaWBpRd4DaPyYOxb_L35VVcX8aHEpoo-6bk7gmUo-0o1-JsJT_dKorYhiQD8ctWYOCeU7Y3U2h3_v3D/s1600-h/DSC_00051+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdof9Oem_cxPvEftTlkU0GEy_rRcGNzxI1bctmcdX3rRBlCM1IlWTkyrCGyQeBSeaWBpRd4DaPyYOxb_L35VVcX8aHEpoo-6bk7gmUo-0o1-JsJT_dKorYhiQD8ctWYOCeU7Y3U2h3_v3D/s400/DSC_00051+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441868424893708786" /></a>But all this explaining of my perfectionism and coming up with an excuse for my laziness is all for naught if I do not mention what I've been doing instead being a photographic art genius every single day. Honestly, I have been busy. </div><div>Since this site is dedicated to Regina Lynn Photography, it's kind of obvious that I'm aspiring to start my own photography business. And, back to that perfectionism thing again, I like to start things from the ground up. I guess you could say I'm methodical. There's always a method or a plan to my madness, random as it may seem. Yes, back to the old wontdoanythingifIcantdoitright thing. And part of doing things right is building a good foundation and being prepared before taking on something new. I am totally that person who measures out all her baking/cooking ingredients before starting, just like Martha or Rachel Ray, because it's all nice and neat and ready to go. Ok, I don't exactly do that. But I would if I had enough of those ohmygoodnesstotallycute little glass bowls on hand.</div><div><i>So</i>, back to the subject at hand. Using the time I would otherwise be using to shoot, I've been getting prepared to launch my business this spring. Brainstorming about packages and prices. Learning about contracts, model releases. Trying my hand at networking with other photographers in the state- I've made 1 or 2 contacts, but nothing too substantial yet. Slowly but surely I've been building a sleeker, more professional website using Wordpress.org. It only exists on my hard drive at the moment, but I'll make it public once I get enough info on it. And it's actually gonna be an easy <i>.com</i> URL. Yay! Sorry, Blogger. I haven't been here long enough to get really attached to you. Besides, Worpress makes an attractive, photo-heavy blog post <i>so </i> much easier. Actually, I have to confess: I used to be a Xanga nerd. Yes, it's true. But, back to the subject at hand, I'm hoping to have the new blog/site up and running in a month or two. Once I figure all the tech stuff out. Not that an awesome site is necessary to starting a successful business but I'm pretty sure it's helpful. Especially since most up and coming photographers having something of the type. And then there is always that appeal of answering the "Do you have a website?" question with, "Yes, it's <i>www.blankityblankblankblank.com.</i>" Nice. Easy to remember. </div><div>So yes, those are some of the directly-related-to-my-photography-business things I've been up to. Of course, once I get enough stuff down on paper, I'll have to start thinking about advertising, calling the Chamber of Commerce (*gulp*), etc. And then hoping I actually get a few clients. </div><div>Another not so related project has been putting together a 'Homemakers Organizational Binder.' If you haven't already heard of this kind of thing on the interwebs or in the mommy blogging world, Google it- you'll find something. Mine contains, so far, a master schedule for every day of the week (except for Sunday) and a pre-planned weekly (except for Sunday) menu. I left Sunday totally unplanned to make room for more spontaneity and a bit of breathing room. I'm hoping to add a monthly calendar page, phone numbers and addresses, a budget/spending tracking sheet, a reminder page for jobs that need to be done every few months or so. </div><div>I have to confess: I am not a good housekeeper. Sure, I can do all the little jobs involved in keeping a household clean and running, but not in an organized fashion so, therefore, often not at all or not often enough. Before deciding to implement this plan, there would be many mornings where I would get up, take care of G, but basically wandering around the house, seeing things to do, but not knowing where to start. The master schedule is basically a to-do list that plots a time of day for every little job, <i>particularly</i> cleaning jobs. Some items are on the schedule to be done every day- others are scheduled for once, twice, or even three times a week. I've been following the schedule for 3 days now and, so far, I like it a lot. It puts my mind at ease. An example: Before the schedule, I would start tidying up my kitchen and, halfway through cleaning off the counter tops and loading the dishwasher, I make a pit stop in the bathroom where I notice how unorganized the towel closet is. So I'll start refolding towels and putting them on the right stacks because, if I don't do it now, I'll forget. Still working on the towels when Baby G wakes up from his nap, needing his diaper changed and to be fed. He's crying so I drop what I'm doing to take care of him, taking him out to the kitchen for lunch only to discover that kitchen is still a mess because I forgot about it while folding towels. But I can't take care of that now because my bubs needs to be fed. And so on and so forth. And feel free to replace any of these interruption scenarios with my getting distracted by Facebook. Guilty as charged. I'm an all or nothing girl. I absolutely detest going back to finish a only halfway finished job. So, if I see something that needs to be done, either I won't do it because I don't have the time to finish it properly or I'll start and not finish it because I noticed or remembered something else that needs to be done. All this leading to a messy, half-cleaned house, probably no plan for supper, and a incredibly frustrated me- because I can't get anything done right. <i>No mas!</i> With the schedule I have a time slot for all those little jobs and errands, going by room. <i>Tidy kitchen</i> can mean anything from sweeping the floor, cleaning off the dining table, wiping off the fridge, etc. Anything that needs to be done to set the kitchen to rights at that time. Same with the bathroom, bedrooms, and living room. And if I don't get everything completely done, I know I have a space to do it later in the day, or even the next day. Or I can finish that job and push the next one off until a little later. I have a slot for blogging (!), paying bills, making out the weekly grocery list, etc. But I do not have every minute of every day scheduled. There are several hours spread throughout the day where nothing is scheduled and I can either fill it with random jobs (taking down Christmas decor) or Facebook. Ok, kidding. I have computer/internet/Facebook time scheduled in and usually I can stick to that. Sure, it sounds very rigid and structured, but honestly, it's not. It helps me get everything done in a timely fashion but I can totally rearrange it to fit something else in, as long as I get done the tasks scheduled for that day.</div><div>How is this whole time organization thing related to starting my business? Well, I figured I better get my homemaking ducks in a row before piling something else on. If I can't keep my bathroom clean now, with just Baby G to take care of, how's it gonna happen when (if) I have a couple of photo shoots, not to mention editing time, a week? See, it's another one of those working from the ground up, preparation things. It's methodical and I love it!</div><div>Which brings me to another subject: I thought artists were supposed to be moody (ok, I may be *slightly* guilty of this), prone to sudden, unpredictable fits of creative activity (and maybe a little of this), day-dreamy (ok, totally guilty of this), and just plain <i>spontaneous</i>. I consider myself an artist, but, while I may have some of these qualities, I'm methodical. I'm analytical. I like order. I love patterns, of a kind. When I "see" a photo, I often see lines, shadows, forms that have an aesthetic that just works for me. I'm guessing this is the reason I <i>love</i> the Rule of Thirds*. It's orderly. It just looks right. And I though I was always under the impression that all artists were right-brained people, I'm beginning to think I'm freak of nature- a left-brained artist. How weird is that? The only way I'm spontaneous is that I love the occasional random McDonald's run. At least, I used to- before we moved to a town with no MickyD's. Now it's the random Taco John's run. Usually these random things happen when I'm bored and want to get out and see other people. Ask those people which I've just totally dropped in on because it was a lovely Sunday afternoon and I wanted to go see someone. But other than that, I'm a total planner. Yeah, ok, have I made it known just how weird I am yet? Good, because I really need to bring this slightly rambling, very wordy post to a close.</div><div>Anyone else out there not fit in a category? Are you a planner or a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pantser?</div><div><br /></div><div>*<i>Ask my husband- I've totally told him that I don't like a house just because it has too many dormers and they aren't placed evenly across the roof. </i></div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-29918613540756019682010-02-04T10:17:00.000-08:002010-02-05T08:47:39.128-08:00LOVE: Jeremy & Ruth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8CpnuzUIc8glDnLhH16hj3IFrpuLHytviYkh7aXqDaf7eGw86k131rPFCc2coBynQrUVR5uD7j_cX1Bm_SQdJFeRa18qB_yXCRue3HiUHmN3vAr_nO_9CPm9W7RaoiLdxpEZQijDRxvm/s1600-h/DSC_0196+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8CpnuzUIc8glDnLhH16hj3IFrpuLHytviYkh7aXqDaf7eGw86k131rPFCc2coBynQrUVR5uD7j_cX1Bm_SQdJFeRa18qB_yXCRue3HiUHmN3vAr_nO_9CPm9W7RaoiLdxpEZQijDRxvm/s400/DSC_0196+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434532317227971026" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, yup, this is another vacation photo shoot. This time I got together with my friend and photography mentor, <a href="http://photographybyesther.blogspot.com/">Esther</a>, and we had our mutual friends, Jeremy and Ruth, as our model couple.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby and I used to hang out with Jeremy and Ruth a lot before we were married. We had a lot of fun. Usually the most fun involved totally random things. Wal-Mart runs. MickeyDs. Spotting (which I, as a Michigan native, just don't get- what's the big deal about running around in the back of someone's pick-up after dark with a huge spotlight, looking for deer when, were I come from and, actually, where I currently live, you can see the dumb creatures pretty much anytime of the day or night?). Volleyball. Or just being totally bored and resigning ourselves to watching another movie. And once I ran over Jeremy's foot with my car. But that's another story for another time...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Back to our photo shoot. Jeremy and Ruth have been married a good year and half, but wanted some shots in their wedding clothes that they hadn't been able to do on their wedding day. So we did that. And after that, they changed their clothes and we did some more fun, more casual shots.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sweet, sweet barn location where we were shooting.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxvheuMojqw9qPxU4oXqrLFSoNr9nGtrqPvDUOuL0yQk6ZLO7KLvlyeN_gOeWgdjH9qVMUgH2LajVYD_Q10OqXPF6hPE1Lz4u6kL110WOkuUtuOG1-3APVAA23MwUV-Zq_Cpal5aRRpGA/s1600-h/DSC_0144+copy2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxvheuMojqw9qPxU4oXqrLFSoNr9nGtrqPvDUOuL0yQk6ZLO7KLvlyeN_gOeWgdjH9qVMUgH2LajVYD_Q10OqXPF6hPE1Lz4u6kL110WOkuUtuOG1-3APVAA23MwUV-Zq_Cpal5aRRpGA/s400/DSC_0144+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434478404777237922" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ruth.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-L2x_y0ujtFrkPNdXspnKDOYH1ELE473SXTeeEc2BHu5gZS1Ik_t8uz7MRU8hHgGnsmkMq-w0wAZzl6SjHOOKmfDgjQNslY90qzmvAbujGGOQVmLwK0BhLM8lCjt0fRI7wZpufyUxqVF/s1600-h/DSC_0179+copy-2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-L2x_y0ujtFrkPNdXspnKDOYH1ELE473SXTeeEc2BHu5gZS1Ik_t8uz7MRU8hHgGnsmkMq-w0wAZzl6SjHOOKmfDgjQNslY90qzmvAbujGGOQVmLwK0BhLM8lCjt0fRI7wZpufyUxqVF/s400/DSC_0179+copy-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434476470320812370" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Jeremy.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ArP0ymO1DcOUuhrcoZTGi_9KkBLJu4ZpI9eaka7AXEBhHG00n4NuAtfW3CxkB8gvLb8GKUUMAVU0IzbTIhyphenhyphengBdS6UsfjLaG8B74oPj6vojzbwXz3J-eJytvlEaGKdHfV7AKGLvpPpO4K/s1600-h/DSC_0037+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ArP0ymO1DcOUuhrcoZTGi_9KkBLJu4ZpI9eaka7AXEBhHG00n4NuAtfW3CxkB8gvLb8GKUUMAVU0IzbTIhyphenhyphengBdS6UsfjLaG8B74oPj6vojzbwXz3J-eJytvlEaGKdHfV7AKGLvpPpO4K/s400/DSC_0037+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434476175646135986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpMbV3arOZSH0F1ViojX9nllDKxtyrdf75W6XUxfc3CuozEq_PxEll_3yAWaAkEqLfKR_XoLWuqXtSG2LExz2zUxO5ICkUyJy-0HQ29QsB52kJe-DsEu8VXMzmE5alYpdXl6QUUJ5CSFU/s1600-h/DSC_0217+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpMbV3arOZSH0F1ViojX9nllDKxtyrdf75W6XUxfc3CuozEq_PxEll_3yAWaAkEqLfKR_XoLWuqXtSG2LExz2zUxO5ICkUyJy-0HQ29QsB52kJe-DsEu8VXMzmE5alYpdXl6QUUJ5CSFU/s400/DSC_0217+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434475893571652258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nice boots, girl!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBqxv72mdNO8EytYAaTajCl1vWlEj3Hn7vKgthFYIGHjHHX_q0zW3OmtnNfzDVbJXj52AwISDNrBxAaxX6ft9r9kK3nKQX16NcyMuzFdoWTlVVJmIgPrulufpwGOa89F7zYEkEqe7f5Nx/s1600-h/DSC_0082+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBqxv72mdNO8EytYAaTajCl1vWlEj3Hn7vKgthFYIGHjHHX_q0zW3OmtnNfzDVbJXj52AwISDNrBxAaxX6ft9r9kK3nKQX16NcyMuzFdoWTlVVJmIgPrulufpwGOa89F7zYEkEqe7f5Nx/s400/DSC_0082+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434468841686379906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBDn8LNVBk6KNZLaTFQI77K81CPzI3R_lvyl8_fyPuV30NRoQBqIO_maRQKwjbVQ3Y65Rhu3XxvL0VJ1aScCOMUKyqf0ID1Z9LQbo8RixJUhJyvEOzrTxOLKp_Y07KelluhSOKFckTPMO/s1600-h/DSC_0238+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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Basically, I want the chance to shoot people I knew and felt comfortable. I wanted the practice. I wanted some sweet stuff for my portfolio. So one Sunday afternoon, my Aunt K, her daughters, K and E (my cousins, obviously), and our random friend A, took off for a local park. Of course this is a park that it seems <i>everyone</i> in the area, at sometime or another, have their portraits taken. But, oh well. Like I said, it was local. It was close. And it<i> is</i> the kind of place where you can shoot and shoot and still come out with different kinds of images every time.</div><div>So here's a few of my favorites! This was such a fun shoot. I mean, how could it not be with these awesomely fun ladies? We did a <i>lot</i> of laughing.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhyBRZdkSq-C7P7nAGPqYz7bqSxY_BIJFk3skBsGUKVY58tWsiTG9glOpzDNCT2bneQH9cfSKwjc7Xcft_BCqJRdwLjXiyN_kXPyJ-Iiq5ojcU9kEmDJ4_PUIZyaYeY_gpmDZrxqVRVD3/s1600-h/DSC_0037+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhyBRZdkSq-C7P7nAGPqYz7bqSxY_BIJFk3skBsGUKVY58tWsiTG9glOpzDNCT2bneQH9cfSKwjc7Xcft_BCqJRdwLjXiyN_kXPyJ-Iiq5ojcU9kEmDJ4_PUIZyaYeY_gpmDZrxqVRVD3/s400/DSC_0037+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431845527715753874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylG3OplE4QWybADgsfmQSAPlYXPiStlfsmjTdqjBOFuhY2EIPOj2CA-NF8xAdl_FK5NX2WGCpm_7xJN5Q3vRwiMk49d1EXBJqHelKR63jQae7cqAexTRcL2t5xYJKONGkidTYKmzZtRoE/s1600-h/DSC_00521+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylG3OplE4QWybADgsfmQSAPlYXPiStlfsmjTdqjBOFuhY2EIPOj2CA-NF8xAdl_FK5NX2WGCpm_7xJN5Q3vRwiMk49d1EXBJqHelKR63jQae7cqAexTRcL2t5xYJKONGkidTYKmzZtRoE/s400/DSC_00521+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431845286770953506" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Mother-daughter shots.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp46GwPFkt6YeCH1eX6C0MQRO1Vg2_uI0J5S1127J0FdQSOGDYuN_zemDjGaLJ0eXrFHeDJ0tpc8A1QYDeBz95U4QIJtGubm__3RoHDc2RCPzp6ckaQIO5MSNURb2MYvLtZSS-4pFtHxQ7/s1600-h/DSC_0256+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp46GwPFkt6YeCH1eX6C0MQRO1Vg2_uI0J5S1127J0FdQSOGDYuN_zemDjGaLJ0eXrFHeDJ0tpc8A1QYDeBz95U4QIJtGubm__3RoHDc2RCPzp6ckaQIO5MSNURb2MYvLtZSS-4pFtHxQ7/s400/DSC_0256+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431844581199870882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Friend A. So pretty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxADtrEEHxgrj3MF3HNNlaGS8mC-GVXKouiochHi8nVcPnk5VtTf9GHyLLoL25jZX0gmlbHZhjJeDhD-Xnj139w9NDuE8Y7kRn6-Y19FwNqTj6sAcc5mLfTDJUyMaXIjw3mxT7QM9owo7/s1600-h/DSC_0131+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxADtrEEHxgrj3MF3HNNlaGS8mC-GVXKouiochHi8nVcPnk5VtTf9GHyLLoL25jZX0gmlbHZhjJeDhD-Xnj139w9NDuE8Y7kRn6-Y19FwNqTj6sAcc5mLfTDJUyMaXIjw3mxT7QM9owo7/s400/DSC_0131+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431843800688575202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJbzTwo-3xTiANJi4Sk7VvVWCDbvh1H8Pd6dXTp-DSFCJmOTdxj1jMEn3FC89iFPJzvYJXYBxVxAU9Eb-nl985UiBlGhditG1INX01AVRfQO6Zxjs4FDzNug91BJu9K0vIRe898HONBAo/s1600-h/DSC_0139+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJbzTwo-3xTiANJi4Sk7VvVWCDbvh1H8Pd6dXTp-DSFCJmOTdxj1jMEn3FC89iFPJzvYJXYBxVxAU9Eb-nl985UiBlGhditG1INX01AVRfQO6Zxjs4FDzNug91BJu9K0vIRe898HONBAo/s400/DSC_0139+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431843244126701810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;">Cuz E. The perfect soberish model. Until she breaks out the sista 'tude. Downright outrageous!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGEXhSUhjlNZzA0m6_42lPiveYzbPVk6O7YlIM0RFE6YRki325G7YWesIXlzk1jo8eoc06ou7Nk99U62XPFQevjpIrTJsCXS6IKKS6oSweduorPrddtF527XnAcXnlg22hfC3VcFGdfKm/s400/DSC_0243+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431842629292797634" /><div style="text-align: center;">More A. Love her and her completely calm gaze into the camera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha55VKf3v_bF4o1wSuPNeuFz730WxhpXLuX6juZGFWLXwM6AXhcBjxccFLvbBQJwK-K3STAqYWLlv8LuduYLEA6mzRUXj24ZYUSA06T9XCx8kIRHzn3teLr99ZqFFNQ_KSRHjVAThyphenhyphenmTH_/s1600-h/DSC_0269+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha55VKf3v_bF4o1wSuPNeuFz730WxhpXLuX6juZGFWLXwM6AXhcBjxccFLvbBQJwK-K3STAqYWLlv8LuduYLEA6mzRUXj24ZYUSA06T9XCx8kIRHzn3teLr99ZqFFNQ_KSRHjVAThyphenhyphenmTH_/s400/DSC_0269+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431842264483619346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">BFFs I think. Seriously, it's a riot when these two get together.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONIoYjzhpGfvy_UYGf06aeCD1CyLOUgofmVkvPOdWcRVVAe9NbS8G7PyFG4VGlv-cx1lGbexJ77-TCjdgwqfOI74Sx-9uKFY_FSJiiRlT4is3sZZ0_bPh4ZGDBOTj0OITzwx0IJkYZz6x/s1600-h/DSC_0301+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONIoYjzhpGfvy_UYGf06aeCD1CyLOUgofmVkvPOdWcRVVAe9NbS8G7PyFG4VGlv-cx1lGbexJ77-TCjdgwqfOI74Sx-9uKFY_FSJiiRlT4is3sZZ0_bPh4ZGDBOTj0OITzwx0IJkYZz6x/s400/DSC_0301+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431841602474088594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I know Aunt K is a little out of focus in this one, but for some reason, I like it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEaOyT4IZ2GZWRyyAuCIVYGHIjGcG6dKZz3yngprmhp4vDyxfxkDGOzjlF7wk-rCNywj0ZyX3g6VQfcd_IeZhcqr2Z8hmYkqdF1xvarQVD7UejYxGl3f26MqevtfzpTymCPjRXlTfozo-/s1600-h/DSC_0316+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEaOyT4IZ2GZWRyyAuCIVYGHIjGcG6dKZz3yngprmhp4vDyxfxkDGOzjlF7wk-rCNywj0ZyX3g6VQfcd_IeZhcqr2Z8hmYkqdF1xvarQVD7UejYxGl3f26MqevtfzpTymCPjRXlTfozo-/s400/DSC_0316+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431840670409094978" /></a>And this. This, I'm pretty sure is one my absolute favorite shots out of the entire shoot. The soft light. The expression. So very Cuz K. Very demonstrative of her personality. A lot of sweetness with just enough of the "Bring it, girl!" attitude to mix it up.</div><div>Than-you ladies for giving me the chance to wield my camera at you! I hope you all were pleased with the results. And I promise. I will be sending discs. Soon.</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-87473500305929608542010-01-23T11:14:00.000-08:002010-01-23T12:24:04.236-08:00Back from vacation!<div>Hey peoples! Yes, it's been something like a <i>month</i> since I posted last. *shudder* But since then I've had a wonderful, long vacation with my little family out East. We did lots of visiting with family. Baby G had lots of fun playing with his grandparents, great-grandparents, cousins, and his many uncles!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJW5vQPOZaw5166V91gCGNr5xdE3rnB8Nuga7xfS7EKA-pJFVTkd7_lA7XR8oyAj0SoU_8xUFq5BL5TyBtRkHUWKqk57RCJLw3aIYSYFrZoiNNucoLpPhkBioLZCnPgFIuop3habR9GFl/s1600-h/DSC_0066+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJW5vQPOZaw5166V91gCGNr5xdE3rnB8Nuga7xfS7EKA-pJFVTkd7_lA7XR8oyAj0SoU_8xUFq5BL5TyBtRkHUWKqk57RCJLw3aIYSYFrZoiNNucoLpPhkBioLZCnPgFIuop3habR9GFl/s400/DSC_0066+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430027963319713474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfrnjLL0OQX-FqOL8mhJ_Owvy2bXZg5Yyz6rgznL-dNYsEim4J-LlbL-hiDRJPdlJinqTnHugtezU0of7Bcj8w40L8TgO6G7GIGYggFIUJf4JS22dMFnr0QSR6QW4EIaAlQ5MZk4XcZm4/s1600-h/DSC_0141+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfrnjLL0OQX-FqOL8mhJ_Owvy2bXZg5Yyz6rgznL-dNYsEim4J-LlbL-hiDRJPdlJinqTnHugtezU0of7Bcj8w40L8TgO6G7GIGYggFIUJf4JS22dMFnr0QSR6QW4EIaAlQ5MZk4XcZm4/s400/DSC_0141+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430027687148672546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xHNzUgXRlPhXJdv8NqpxYmmIsOhcwNnxPLwQHHOI8kTLo5Je-SAygnZ1ccGaeoZM96jtpu1iCqsPHE1No7mNe2p3hNdeQjrO6RXS16vhtRNhBC43yKys6GKNYZd_SGTUzxSUn9hBwqSV/s1600-h/DSC_0050+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xHNzUgXRlPhXJdv8NqpxYmmIsOhcwNnxPLwQHHOI8kTLo5Je-SAygnZ1ccGaeoZM96jtpu1iCqsPHE1No7mNe2p3hNdeQjrO6RXS16vhtRNhBC43yKys6GKNYZd_SGTUzxSUn9hBwqSV/s400/DSC_0050+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430025881417836242" /></a>Hubby got to talk shop with his dad.<div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQ2WpKPaRhfpl9ITK7XeheC1-KAzfWHcK5PKPQSSRDWCFK0ejivTd1B9p9PpKZ7IqC-eYdXWw_Sbg_F8EwfkarW98UfpCL-FVc7I7qCxoWeWYiSQEaXgCvH2eCcjH7BelQyHoh0v7IwgH/s1600-h/DSC_0130+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQ2WpKPaRhfpl9ITK7XeheC1-KAzfWHcK5PKPQSSRDWCFK0ejivTd1B9p9PpKZ7IqC-eYdXWw_Sbg_F8EwfkarW98UfpCL-FVc7I7qCxoWeWYiSQEaXgCvH2eCcjH7BelQyHoh0v7IwgH/s400/DSC_0130+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430025068910684482" /></a>And of course, board games are a staple for good family times. Clue and Blokus being the games of choice.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1iX8oQ34T6azOcw6N1tNcF1_X_zC8wu3L2DzhV1bAiBuKrzjzZjU-oOpj2qudk6_cAQynK_FK6HI1M6qhGCN99mawQkyjl4oLt8Jjly2ty-oi68QyrUCVBjxYTGNH33hTgEYx3NFPyeU/s1600-h/DSC_0392+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1iX8oQ34T6azOcw6N1tNcF1_X_zC8wu3L2DzhV1bAiBuKrzjzZjU-oOpj2qudk6_cAQynK_FK6HI1M6qhGCN99mawQkyjl4oLt8Jjly2ty-oi68QyrUCVBjxYTGNH33hTgEYx3NFPyeU/s400/DSC_0392+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430024331836016434" /></a>Hubby got to put on a tux and be in one of his oldest, best friend's wedding.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lBl_QPUBMzRaZSDPregwO10y26DXLfgw5uQq2as0Mby5DktJvzCpzhiHbQSeXAMnDxgPQZLbcPcW5S-A8x6C_EOvsZnnjSvQ3Leqa905-5JerhhVfmfEF_kmp06I2yq6gPZX87hfr183/s1600-h/DSC_0369+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lBl_QPUBMzRaZSDPregwO10y26DXLfgw5uQq2as0Mby5DktJvzCpzhiHbQSeXAMnDxgPQZLbcPcW5S-A8x6C_EOvsZnnjSvQ3Leqa905-5JerhhVfmfEF_kmp06I2yq6gPZX87hfr183/s400/DSC_0369+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430023721076993266" /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDX548XpjfYhfPflpl2SB-2S4bjJg4cX3QuL4qZfYLwNqcjBECAQwnO0XfQqoUO8brPcWT4tH8R07gi_SzsT6J-Scug5rKDvPoJw8xtjQPSz9YvMWAsRtD7irPbtKI1ReS416pB1-i77_/s1600-h/DSC_0160+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDX548XpjfYhfPflpl2SB-2S4bjJg4cX3QuL4qZfYLwNqcjBECAQwnO0XfQqoUO8brPcWT4tH8R07gi_SzsT6J-Scug5rKDvPoJw8xtjQPSz9YvMWAsRtD7irPbtKI1ReS416pB1-i77_/s400/DSC_0160+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430023358215610562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I got to do some photo shoots involving these:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj0vZsymwjoApx11vouonzO9y7HucQStwrGozE2F3IBs2mNEpNNcF1G6_GLtKquB4Lr9WXr0Dqak81qrDOVX83NOUtapAqNWPeoYNt9zEHNCDYWa4Bg1tAeNzyG3782KAm-vgPbpEIauF/s1600-h/DSC_0139+copy.jpg"><br /></a></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj0vZsymwjoApx11vouonzO9y7HucQStwrGozE2F3IBs2mNEpNNcF1G6_GLtKquB4Lr9WXr0Dqak81qrDOVX83NOUtapAqNWPeoYNt9zEHNCDYWa4Bg1tAeNzyG3782KAm-vgPbpEIauF/s400/DSC_0139+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430021626559010914" />And this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoH1f-0Kw4piWrTOFH7rkF922QbRbXY5gwgaKxfApJ1Dvu2klXLxHhn79NVJJ2d22zHZgfBiP5PpfikgetXsMYntu0BH3Qsy5AAYoNoL8lwXCtnwDYx_v7mJt_cRuEM0bhm8WA4d2AXENY/s1600-h/DSC_0158+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoH1f-0Kw4piWrTOFH7rkF922QbRbXY5gwgaKxfApJ1Dvu2klXLxHhn79NVJJ2d22zHZgfBiP5PpfikgetXsMYntu0BH3Qsy5AAYoNoL8lwXCtnwDYx_v7mJt_cRuEM0bhm8WA4d2AXENY/s400/DSC_0158+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430021039007733186" /></a></div><div>More posts to come featuring these super fun photo shoots.</div></div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-61284359965080179822010-01-01T09:10:00.000-08:002010-01-01T10:32:20.757-08:00Happy 2010!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxM3fpiKB2UhRFiB9YDEF9koKb43b-Wp7LDifPf1o_E8hS0aB0k4Zb3dsvOGJ4rznt7zghOPduF_5XuxLqmhpHfMhYR2-FP7ENCyn7nPNLsUGhJ2Dp2gotd3_DElYnSBi2O0pAbEiNOV6/s1600-h/DSC_0057+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxM3fpiKB2UhRFiB9YDEF9koKb43b-Wp7LDifPf1o_E8hS0aB0k4Zb3dsvOGJ4rznt7zghOPduF_5XuxLqmhpHfMhYR2-FP7ENCyn7nPNLsUGhJ2Dp2gotd3_DElYnSBi2O0pAbEiNOV6/s400/DSC_0057+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838004412097330" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_eKBeh9-F33ZnAYeH3tKbn1gbIh1FuatrnYbvh9VWw4Kpmv4BW3noUTk9FIxYI54-AYzVyJn32lnuTD11-unFhHwm-Fhd4AZ7v2G1HIzRM1wfh1GuCgTISD5rwbpO46Pwf29QwhGikbF/s1600-h/DSC_0057+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Well, Happy New Year, everyone! Hope you all had a wonderful and merry Christmas! I know we did</span></a>, even down to the blizzard that shut down a major part of the Midwest. But then, I love snow and blizzards and white Christmases. <div>So we're finally dug out here and now I'll be able to post again. Actually, I lie. We've been dug out for a week now. And our internet was never down. I've just been plumb lazy over the Christmas break.<br /><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxLiim-RH1ZBe3HyiVzE7GCEdXi4llbfo9ylQknquSSz9D9SJNXIGJ9mJLvnzS9TX6flgi0rUc_TEnemlmZ30AW8DREVKmcrC51-zsnxTECwY72zKkmLIgFS_c0lM5j0ylGRjiM6cQMkm/s1600-h/DSC_0039+copy.jpg"></a></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxLiim-RH1ZBe3HyiVzE7GCEdXi4llbfo9ylQknquSSz9D9SJNXIGJ9mJLvnzS9TX6flgi0rUc_TEnemlmZ30AW8DREVKmcrC51-zsnxTECwY72zKkmLIgFS_c0lM5j0ylGRjiM6cQMkm/s1600-h/DSC_0039+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxLiim-RH1ZBe3HyiVzE7GCEdXi4llbfo9ylQknquSSz9D9SJNXIGJ9mJLvnzS9TX6flgi0rUc_TEnemlmZ30AW8DREVKmcrC51-zsnxTECwY72zKkmLIgFS_c0lM5j0ylGRjiM6cQMkm/s400/DSC_0039+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421832336899567522" /></a>Of course, this being Baby G's first Christmas, we had so much fun! First gifts!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleMUywsdBQ6R9N7XLnnAvMoc-C99Eij-bafZpegmndKy8Yu4j1jbP2qAJRTQPMlz27_8LtgO2EMNGn6ckYto9wYcEzj3ya8szyrzjKFPYF_wtTk6NaFUyz3VRh-i6a7zeaWA9Pr6nu7dy/s1600-h/DSC_0052+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleMUywsdBQ6R9N7XLnnAvMoc-C99Eij-bafZpegmndKy8Yu4j1jbP2qAJRTQPMlz27_8LtgO2EMNGn6ckYto9wYcEzj3ya8szyrzjKFPYF_wtTk6NaFUyz3VRh-i6a7zeaWA9Pr6nu7dy/s400/DSC_0052+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421832051511883602" /></a>And we learned the futility of giving an almost-one-year-old more than one gift. Because once they're done opening that first gift, they want to play with the paper and the toy itself and they don't <i>expect</i> anything more. They really don't care to be interrupted to open yet <i>another</i> gift.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xySS7L8m64abZKtPnTuWEvzdMMw8coDQn5ZLAKtYa4o4G7Uv-5v4DGsyItYUUSTE5F8CYFcI9fmwWEQrQvLb_FddmRaIZGThns4G01Q2b1fSqflWZMo_Br-5sMqAKhlRGVDqZSf_YDxS/s1600-h/DSC_0069+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xySS7L8m64abZKtPnTuWEvzdMMw8coDQn5ZLAKtYa4o4G7Uv-5v4DGsyItYUUSTE5F8CYFcI9fmwWEQrQvLb_FddmRaIZGThns4G01Q2b1fSqflWZMo_Br-5sMqAKhlRGVDqZSf_YDxS/s400/DSC_0069+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831415906401410" /></a>Case in point. G is perplexed and Hubby is gleeful.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmui_PXM6dh0T7ixHObW_cWT5SkfrYB68VPumge465RTnFUeDf7r_Iaf4nq7hYFWG423Pgr6ZGZnDgBYh-glWqfj2LBB7noqmov8S1HerDDgswsJDqVW7oGX1g_6s99qf8lolxFrAAF-i/s1600-h/DSC_0085+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmui_PXM6dh0T7ixHObW_cWT5SkfrYB68VPumge465RTnFUeDf7r_Iaf4nq7hYFWG423Pgr6ZGZnDgBYh-glWqfj2LBB7noqmov8S1HerDDgswsJDqVW7oGX1g_6s99qf8lolxFrAAF-i/s400/DSC_0085+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421828761173143234" /></a>Particularly because this is a man child's kind of toy. For he-man, tough little boys and their daddies.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgving9VFCr4z7H8IG1-hkQT_n2kacANBpbwFM7N5vLM2IeB2oyYY_90p5B_MpFkqza1FIXtNqcDBYAvaclvXNNeu4VDrRSz6laXy5vpB0YxFGs-9ovKIZNx6wjnCQ1nNoWk3EioNAqdXbQ/s1600-h/DSC_0087+copy.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgving9VFCr4z7H8IG1-hkQT_n2kacANBpbwFM7N5vLM2IeB2oyYY_90p5B_MpFkqza1FIXtNqcDBYAvaclvXNNeu4VDrRSz6laXy5vpB0YxFGs-9ovKIZNx6wjnCQ1nNoWk3EioNAqdXbQ/s400/DSC_0087+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421825799414901666" /></a>Hubby and his gift- a nice multi tool. Oh, get this, between his parents and I we got him the multi tool, a set of bits and attachments <i>for</i> the multi tool, and a Mini Mag flashlight. All of which have their own little case that he can wear on his belt. And he does. He looks something like skinny Barney Fife and all the little cop cases he had on his belt. Hubby now carries the above on his belt, plus his ever-faithful-never-leave-his-side Vise Grip. Plus an extra pocketknife in his pocket. He gets teased about it, but he claims that he's been saved more than once from a field-to-shop run, simply to get a little thingeymabobber.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAY-Ved7-k3_NVxHC2IkO6OI2pdgPg58uBEHVbyEutLbhQZtecDKZGYnGnUzzYGBuhy_4LaHWUZjw1oSuANtDy56GtfNw9D6TvC_8ngobYM1FAAgv5OVbDxtKjdaa6Fsyqaxa1SjCcC17r/s1600-h/DSC_0114+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAY-Ved7-k3_NVxHC2IkO6OI2pdgPg58uBEHVbyEutLbhQZtecDKZGYnGnUzzYGBuhy_4LaHWUZjw1oSuANtDy56GtfNw9D6TvC_8ngobYM1FAAgv5OVbDxtKjdaa6Fsyqaxa1SjCcC17r/s400/DSC_0114+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421824179678252946" /></a>Our backyard toward the end of the blizzard.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxwRkujXmBAQZ8iV73EKUAAQNMXqgg6eUDuYbhGc99qGhPHj83xlgKVTotyQrBD7TO0QM3puziDUhpR7GXugjWulBQ-OhAlfkCbcIXQBn05vmEGPg6ybacCA_rZ9i9V3RQ_IJ52lVtus2/s1600-h/DSC_0126+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxwRkujXmBAQZ8iV73EKUAAQNMXqgg6eUDuYbhGc99qGhPHj83xlgKVTotyQrBD7TO0QM3puziDUhpR7GXugjWulBQ-OhAlfkCbcIXQBn05vmEGPg6ybacCA_rZ9i9V3RQ_IJ52lVtus2/s400/DSC_0126+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421823334046452354" /></a>Digging out on Sunday morning, the day after the blizzard ended.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_n64OUICA6-lVxGhbyyN5NbBE-TlGLzs2ba3grpTZNcF0pVtFOB0vq3wBDXFGlsV5AcOxx9AFomynlbZLUS75HTULiM-cZZJDb8zW8mg8sB3_GPnElb8P-FT0WOles0VDIZDfMuyhTt5P/s1600-h/DSC_0145+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_n64OUICA6-lVxGhbyyN5NbBE-TlGLzs2ba3grpTZNcF0pVtFOB0vq3wBDXFGlsV5AcOxx9AFomynlbZLUS75HTULiM-cZZJDb8zW8mg8sB3_GPnElb8P-FT0WOles0VDIZDfMuyhTt5P/s400/DSC_0145+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421822900860940642" /></a>Snowy, Main Street Christmas.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZrr0d6g-iDvoP19VTzE6HNfC6qQAZpe1wAtPtQbiQ2eiBUtEIv8LfbyG6jcXPKl__5gl8Q_pMJ86sj4PkDsgeYp21BrHux_3EaOBGY7YNH2ZURJWgjVaykbFkUv0GSMaKX-WfA_zvwrv/s1600-h/DSC_0155+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZrr0d6g-iDvoP19VTzE6HNfC6qQAZpe1wAtPtQbiQ2eiBUtEIv8LfbyG6jcXPKl__5gl8Q_pMJ86sj4PkDsgeYp21BrHux_3EaOBGY7YNH2ZURJWgjVaykbFkUv0GSMaKX-WfA_zvwrv/s400/DSC_0155+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421822499777931730" /></a>There were 4 huge piles of snow down through the length of Main Street, all the snow pushed together.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGK-fvIXkm-NNSGD1MGLMPRfqrWl4VOr1Lth-H4PrpG6dSQV5NRTbgjONwbSVKCFb1T-PLhqYZdJ_fatDhK-dSsXxIC-7rCixSZx1WP1QKd7HVylhrbvCWKp-ucegRaA4P0i_5bghdUPe/s1600-h/DSC_0160+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGK-fvIXkm-NNSGD1MGLMPRfqrWl4VOr1Lth-H4PrpG6dSQV5NRTbgjONwbSVKCFb1T-PLhqYZdJ_fatDhK-dSsXxIC-7rCixSZx1WP1QKd7HVylhrbvCWKp-ucegRaA4P0i_5bghdUPe/s400/DSC_0160+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421821956070448994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2bWbpDSywC1bU2kBhU8IqLaERIiTLfTo_HLELBwwgK89c-yMcATocVuSlf4FIPyDlLB50zlHA7rXZJFLa4vG1TOysfeUYVbPkcH-5g4jj_nnq9fypEKVDqXl-LlYzOslhulEz0f2hKRw/s1600-h/DSC_0181+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2bWbpDSywC1bU2kBhU8IqLaERIiTLfTo_HLELBwwgK89c-yMcATocVuSlf4FIPyDlLB50zlHA7rXZJFLa4vG1TOysfeUYVbPkcH-5g4jj_nnq9fypEKVDqXl-LlYzOslhulEz0f2hKRw/s400/DSC_0181+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421821709803738226" /></a>And, of course, I need to post something about my dear Baby G's birthday! Born a couple of days after Christmas '08, I have a feeling that Christmas seasons over the coming years will be lots and lots of fun! Obviously, I want to try and keep Christmas and birthday separate for G's sake, but he'll be lucky as there will be much more of a chance that we will be gathered with family over his birthday. Grandparents! Cousins! A bajillion aunts and uncles! Fun!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGRrtZ2CKoMHPi2mL9yoD-Krdcc02skiYCs3ZAq6ZxXA087henmfnY6WzdUf6x8WSSnmX87pk5GRNjEBSaGMot0OEaeACmwHoEyMtwyVCfNu5hPqT5adwekeiEgRBELJd4cj5qHzLrtUP/s1600-h/DSC_0202+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGRrtZ2CKoMHPi2mL9yoD-Krdcc02skiYCs3ZAq6ZxXA087henmfnY6WzdUf6x8WSSnmX87pk5GRNjEBSaGMot0OEaeACmwHoEyMtwyVCfNu5hPqT5adwekeiEgRBELJd4cj5qHzLrtUP/s400/DSC_0202+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820563709994818" /></a>So here he is with his first birthday cupcake, doing it the way it's meant to be done. </div><div>Happy Birthday, Jesus! Happy Birthday, Baby G! Happy, happy, happy! Happy 2010!</div><br /></div></div></div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-28300325885553779092009-12-15T09:12:00.000-08:002009-12-16T09:03:30.632-08:00Looking back on 50/50/50- and ahead too!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/files/2009/10/Chocolate-Truffles-with-Sea-Salt-420x279.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/files/2009/10/Chocolate-Truffles-with-Sea-Salt-420x279.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Yep, now that I've finished {FINISHED!} the 50/50/50 challenge I'll definitely be delving into some more of these kinds of projects (photo credited to <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">The Pioneer Woman</a>). Mmmmm! Chocolate! </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXnp8UqPj8trLwYwibyiMoVh79jFf8hgziRF7hutRQlBfXYD1glq3WNvXT_HW-5pEsV8tQzeZKmXoYS7J9y5ti2_UrSqljkT8W3nCOwfvfEcMWo1jghjOzo2CJZ7rZuIqQRwRFt_7hFcl/s400/DSC_0010+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514577686230354" />And, of course, I'll be hanging out with my favorite guys in the world. This is G's first Christmas (he was born 3 days after Christmas last year) and I'm so excited! Even though I know he's too young to get what's going on or even to remember it, it just puts all those Christmas traditions in a whole new light.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgAim_3JY2e4DM8cTdRBMb8opn0UI-1fOeI3IytsoZV-YNktr5AvVbT65GlidefyvvMEpKwCdNcur72OYHkvIc4FjEkNXqsVXWWt05PA6b0o8UEuTB4CkwodRpGzMXM_YzdOVWQRrfUHC/s1600-h/DSC_00063+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgAim_3JY2e4DM8cTdRBMb8opn0UI-1fOeI3IytsoZV-YNktr5AvVbT65GlidefyvvMEpKwCdNcur72OYHkvIc4FjEkNXqsVXWWt05PA6b0o8UEuTB4CkwodRpGzMXM_YzdOVWQRrfUHC/s1600-h/DSC_00063+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgAim_3JY2e4DM8cTdRBMb8opn0UI-1fOeI3IytsoZV-YNktr5AvVbT65GlidefyvvMEpKwCdNcur72OYHkvIc4FjEkNXqsVXWWt05PA6b0o8UEuTB4CkwodRpGzMXM_YzdOVWQRrfUHC/s400/DSC_00063+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513199844602290" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">And, maybe I'll even be doing more of this too! </div><div style="text-align: left;">I can seriously not believe that Christmas is 9 days away! Wooohooo! I'm hoping to have the Hubby home for the entire weekend, for once. Happy, happy! </div><div style="text-align: left;">And the day after Christmas, I'm making a trip to the mall to go shopping for some much needed clothes. Personally, the after-Christmas sales are the absolute best- even better than Black Friday. But that's my secret. Forget I said that. I don't want the mall to be totally jam packed while I'm there. I want all the sales to myself, thank-you very much! Yeah right, very funny.</div></div>As far as future photography plans go, around Day 25 of the 50/50/50, I remember saying something to the Hubby about taking the 365 challenge (1 photo, every day, for a year). He wisely (and because he knows me too well) suggested I finish the 50/50/50 challenge before I decide on anything new. Well, I've finished now and I'm pretty certain I won't be doing the 365. Maybe someday, but not in the year 2010. </div><div>But I am considering the 52 photowalk/drive challenge. 1 photowalk (or perhaps, photodrive, in my case), every week, for a year. I think that sounds a little more doable. Plus, what a great way to get exercise! </div><div>You may ask, "What's up with the sudden obsession with photography challenges? Why not just shoot?" Well, I like challenges because they force me to get out there and shoot, even when I don't feel like it. I learn new things, see things from a different angle and, overall, just helps my photography skills. Yeah, I know, I've got skills- you know like, nunchuk skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... Sorry, couldn't resist the Napoleon Dynamite skills quote. </div><div>But, back to the point, photo challenges are just plain good for me and my camera. Eventually, when (if) I ever have my own photography business and have the regular challenge of shooting for other people, I don't think I'll need to set them for myself anymore. If that makes any sense. </div><div>I'll let you know. I'll be back here blogging in a little while, but for now, I'm going to take a few days off. A few days without touching my camera (maybe) and without trying to think up new blog posts. Maybe I'll be back before Christmas, maybe after, depending on if I manage to stay away from camera or not. </div><div>So, if I don't see you before then, have a very blessed and merry Christmas!</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-2717123601621177422009-12-14T16:37:00.000-08:002009-12-14T16:48:11.204-08:00DAY 50! COMPLETION!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzSpxd1GnPf_r-8zjFptqrrq32OUV9svpJ_yH6sLKszuRBSGzYv6rQgbcxVFGdCap8QeFJI41Q8CadxLat_93zyxywigsfylp1iATHMo9IB0pRtnZi-x51dQj42jdFz7Fjanuorjucif5/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzSpxd1GnPf_r-8zjFptqrrq32OUV9svpJ_yH6sLKszuRBSGzYv6rQgbcxVFGdCap8QeFJI41Q8CadxLat_93zyxywigsfylp1iATHMo9IB0pRtnZi-x51dQj42jdFz7Fjanuorjucif5/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415255810182175746" /></a>Yep, this looks like a relatively boring shot, but I happen to think it's cool. See? Look closely- I used a new editing technique. Something I've never even attempted before- a texture. Tell me what you think. I, obviously, think it's pretty cool, but maybe that's just because it's something I actually got right the first time. This technique is definitely something I'll be playing around with again. They can really add something to a shot, particularly in the vintage/retro realm. <div>I know, this may have not been the best photo to use it on, but I think it works, so so. And this was *blush* the only thing I could come up with to shoot today. I kind of wanted to finish this challenge out with a bang, but, after some late nights and early mornings, my brain is so weary and incredibly low on creativity. So my bang will simply have to be the new use of textures, thank-you very much.</div><div>I'll blog more tomorrow about what I'll be doing now that I've finished (did you hear that? I FINISHED!) this challenge, but for now, good-night!</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-21112008250893596642009-12-14T07:28:00.000-08:002009-12-14T07:30:30.508-08:00Day 49 (T-MINUS 1 DAY!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekr65c2gWYAqz0Sd4EUjVSrlryDCW8qCxOSJH-ChutHyYSUFJGEezHYT8xi90VSRZ5lvmNnhQwrjUmvxkPl-FrUpu5wG0yJ4N9yvi6clY-6doIEq_01qE7cuQCDbZvQNwnVeDegL7TQxf/s1600-h/DSC_0054.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekr65c2gWYAqz0Sd4EUjVSrlryDCW8qCxOSJH-ChutHyYSUFJGEezHYT8xi90VSRZ5lvmNnhQwrjUmvxkPl-FrUpu5wG0yJ4N9yvi6clY-6doIEq_01qE7cuQCDbZvQNwnVeDegL7TQxf/s400/DSC_0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114385669523858" /></a>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-21690480954398088132009-12-12T14:17:00.000-08:002009-12-12T14:19:01.138-08:00Day 48 (t-minus 2 days!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OcE8Yh5KzOq2tkmnByfan9zVuI2nFMKEz-rBF7C-2VAssW_ozFDo6JGTr9Ei0Am6D_IdA8fU5SYjIrKPxYG69FxG3Vi-N80b6Ea6usPE73rymlLJwssiKDX97cgYaYCkIrhjIZcZN2EE/s1600-h/DSC_00261+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OcE8Yh5KzOq2tkmnByfan9zVuI2nFMKEz-rBF7C-2VAssW_ozFDo6JGTr9Ei0Am6D_IdA8fU5SYjIrKPxYG69FxG3Vi-N80b6Ea6usPE73rymlLJwssiKDX97cgYaYCkIrhjIZcZN2EE/s400/DSC_00261+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414477623943500466" /></a>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-29914880732434649842009-12-12T08:59:00.000-08:002009-12-12T09:08:41.154-08:00Day 47 (t-minus 3 days!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8R-XgDs5zGpUoGERKwYay1hne_sUdaMQddaw4DAdE26ytjph8cpJET3Hr7HOHxMKcawd_HNINlr3WvbWH9ER-UrrJceiA2bSCH2JTW31l4pe0v1m9FI_On4eEWTxO53ZtP63JXF2EHmjr/s1600-h/DSC_00371+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8R-XgDs5zGpUoGERKwYay1hne_sUdaMQddaw4DAdE26ytjph8cpJET3Hr7HOHxMKcawd_HNINlr3WvbWH9ER-UrrJceiA2bSCH2JTW31l4pe0v1m9FI_On4eEWTxO53ZtP63JXF2EHmjr/s400/DSC_00371+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395638980694130" /></a>You know, this challenge never made the stipulation that the photos had to overly artistic. Just that it be 50 shots taken on 50 consecutive days with a 50mm lens. So take that, 50/50/50 challenge! <div>Yes, I had aspirations for a cool photo shoot with my cinnamon rolls, but by the time the two batches of bread and the pan of rolls were baked, my light was gone and my kitchen was a disaster. I hate days like that. And I knew, procrastinator that I am, that if I stopped to shoot the rolls, my kitchen would very likely get a slam-bang, halfway done cleanup job. So I stuck with it and am rewarded this morning with a clean kitchen. Quite lovely!</div><div>But I hadn't forgotten about my shot, so I thought what better proof of my excuse then a photo of my hardworking (messy) kitchen?</div><div>So here you are- kinda artsy if you think about it. See the way the line of the counter draws the eye? The way the bag of flour is set just so? </div><div>Yeah, I didn't think so either.</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-84283155281374188802009-12-10T18:19:00.000-08:002009-12-10T18:24:46.625-08:00Day 46 (t-minus 4 days!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtWR_mdQTeIMLmSLhJ_db8qU-KiJ1fLkRJG4KkcZ1XzlhaWiLzD7VtdG-X_NqqXoQ1YGi7mZvpZ52Ty56vcJIv9NTVn2bLTF4t574KcBcdhMs1Zbm-WuSRCWx4rqcS-POMvTSATrERivp/s1600-h/DSC_0003+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtWR_mdQTeIMLmSLhJ_db8qU-KiJ1fLkRJG4KkcZ1XzlhaWiLzD7VtdG-X_NqqXoQ1YGi7mZvpZ52Ty56vcJIv9NTVn2bLTF4t574KcBcdhMs1Zbm-WuSRCWx4rqcS-POMvTSATrERivp/s400/DSC_0003+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797848980439490" /></a>Hubby told me last night that if I keep it up, I'll run out Christmas-themed things to shoot before Christmas gets here. I told him that I only have 5 (now 4) shots to take yet before I'm done with my challenge and, with the weather being so frightful and cold and wonderful, I haven't been getting out of the house much. So I have to be creative with what I have. Not that I mind the cold so much. I just mind getting G all bundled up and making sure he stays warm. Much easier just to stay inside and let him play his little heart out.Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-2829017263113370922009-12-09T18:12:00.001-08:002009-12-09T18:19:44.266-08:00Day 45 (t-minus 5 days)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P7T1zW8MyZdzq6UrULidXXe-ZycYtD4XxV9gnN4eUtwcG-2-lYRSByb1RDhINwiXAKu7LekQLrxb638C0o7iMgKuskJgwckovyLL3HHEKNWUkHzuEgls3OuRiZRVWxlzhClg2bP_ngzu/s1600-h/DSC_0023+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P7T1zW8MyZdzq6UrULidXXe-ZycYtD4XxV9gnN4eUtwcG-2-lYRSByb1RDhINwiXAKu7LekQLrxb638C0o7iMgKuskJgwckovyLL3HHEKNWUkHzuEgls3OuRiZRVWxlzhClg2bP_ngzu/s400/DSC_0023+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413424771967440098" /></a>I think I could do a whole weeks worth of shots with just Christmas lights! They're so much fun and have so many possibilities! And look at the amazing bokeh they create in the background! Yep, fun, fun.<div>Today's shot is also the introduction of my new black backdrop,aka the black king size duvet set I scored on Amazon's Cyber Monday sale for $30, so yay me and yay that I <i>finally </i>have something I can use as a backdrop! Overall I'm pretty tickled with it. It does have one problem- it's extremely static-prone! Not sure what I'm gonna do about that- I don't really picture myself peeling kids off of it during a portrait shoot. Don't think their parents would be too impressed.</div><div>Anyone have any suggestions? Do I spray it with a little water or something?</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-38135115955628428002009-12-08T11:35:00.000-08:002009-12-08T11:40:57.748-08:00Day 44 (t-minus 6 days)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XzwoJsMjmYLZqsR1i0AiEQlZ6A4LtC-DWP7w975DpBm93gQ1NtJRvqeAxDlV5sf4boHtHvYi-thqGM13k6Qq3B3JU3W-yd50rxBayTqOqsi8gLWUL-IVSbEOFkKW1jiVpVdaND1pGCK2/s1600-h/DSC_00482+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XzwoJsMjmYLZqsR1i0AiEQlZ6A4LtC-DWP7w975DpBm93gQ1NtJRvqeAxDlV5sf4boHtHvYi-thqGM13k6Qq3B3JU3W-yd50rxBayTqOqsi8gLWUL-IVSbEOFkKW1jiVpVdaND1pGCK2/s400/DSC_00482+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412951729898382482" /></a>The only thing I can think of when I look at this shot is the song 'Whiter Than Snow'.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "><ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><li class="first" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></li><li class="first" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;<br />I want Thee forever to live in my soul;<br />Break down every idol, cast out every foe—<br />Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></span></span><ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><li class="refrain" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; margin-left: 20px; "><span class="refrain"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Refrain:</i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br />Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,<br />Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></span></span></li></ul></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,<br />Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain;<br />To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego—<br />Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></span></span></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,<br />And help me to make a complete sacrifice;<br />I give up myself, and whatever I know—<br />Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></span></span></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat,<br />I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet,<br />By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow—<br />Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></span></span></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;<br />Come now and within me a new heart create;<br />To those who have sought Thee Thou never said’st “No”—<br />Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></span></span></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>The blessing by faith, I receive from above;<br />Oh, glory! my soul is made perfect in love;<br />My prayer has prevailed, and this moment I know,<br />The blood is applied, I am whiter than snow.</i></span></span></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I know, not very original, but I am so glad for that chance to be washed whiter than snow!</span></span></li></ol></span>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-78260442950034253462009-12-07T19:00:00.001-08:002009-12-07T19:32:40.793-08:00Day 43<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIBWH71lFlY6B9PnWvhc_iXOh0y09occCgRonDrxG5zI4ehpJRVB3tT5DEvzBPRUVxstxwd3AQlMhkIh0jN3nbzYTh_Cn9x9vLZlxVU54AQXanGv245cjybpIk235ycJhsErUqSVmulrf/s1600-h/DSC_0027+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIBWH71lFlY6B9PnWvhc_iXOh0y09occCgRonDrxG5zI4ehpJRVB3tT5DEvzBPRUVxstxwd3AQlMhkIh0jN3nbzYTh_Cn9x9vLZlxVU54AQXanGv245cjybpIk235ycJhsErUqSVmulrf/s400/DSC_0027+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412695039148223634" /></a>I know- how cliche is this shot. Oh well, I love it. I love just because I'm childish and I love presents. Especially presents wrapped in pretty paper. Please ignore my Christmas wrapping paper that doesn't look like Christmas. It was Hallmark paper that I picked up for cheap at a discount store. And I love Hallmark wrapping paper for one reason- the graph/lines on the back of it. Yup, I'm so anal I can't stand paper that's been cut crooked or looks like it's been choppity-chopped. Those Hallmark lines fill my need for straight, orderly wrapping paper cuts.<div>But back to the whole wrapped presents thing. You will find that I <i>very</i> rarely throw a gift in a bag with some tissue paper. The only way that ever happens is if I am in an extreme hurry. I love the process of wrapping presents <i>and</i> the way they look afterwards. If I don't wrap gifts, I present them with some other creative adornments. Baskets, ribbons, pretty jars. When getting wedding gifts ready, I've been known to go out and buy ribbon that coordinates with the couple's wedding colors/theme. Never mind that idea hasn't followed me home and led me to buy coordinating Christmas wrapping paper. Yet. Maybe next year, After I've used up all the random stuff.</div><div>And the gifts in the picture? Yeah, I'm not finished with them yet. I need to tie some raffia around them and add some tags. The only reason I shot them before I was <i>completely</i> finished was because the light was fading very quickly. And I'd rather have decent looking presents and good light than totally awesome presents and no or artificial light. </div><div>Yes, giving and receiving gifts is one of my love languages and giving a gift that looks cool is more gratifying than receiving a gift. For me, to give is <i>definitely </i>more blessed than it is to receive. And I guess that's what Christmas is all about!</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-15370073458838408192009-12-06T15:56:00.001-08:002009-12-06T15:57:31.242-08:00Day 42<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwX8NN3xCuUcp2xFvHoOXxs0peYKMfmWyRhIT44kx_SQ2G3cGND5YvF0paXjJvBJ_YETz92GrG5aidhpYI_EvVGqxPWzodBo5QJofuh5NtRxVps9ttpDpp_3XAS2zsXUwm5AtYPSCuQKd/s1600-h/DSC_0020+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwX8NN3xCuUcp2xFvHoOXxs0peYKMfmWyRhIT44kx_SQ2G3cGND5YvF0paXjJvBJ_YETz92GrG5aidhpYI_EvVGqxPWzodBo5QJofuh5NtRxVps9ttpDpp_3XAS2zsXUwm5AtYPSCuQKd/s400/DSC_0020+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412276496611776194" /></a>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-87830742338391199922009-12-05T16:27:00.001-08:002009-12-05T16:34:22.183-08:00Day 41<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK2cCCpllei11QKU5oTPkSSuIj0SuSidMAuc_yzLTDq2-JcZoeDckDZzjltgeJy25OV0kQpE0x7XV01xTly-neiq7CHHv70icgu1kVxCdfNOBq1RWWX_-YilUu3VxaO27rFvy-sCJRBiz/s1600-h/DSC_00062+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK2cCCpllei11QKU5oTPkSSuIj0SuSidMAuc_yzLTDq2-JcZoeDckDZzjltgeJy25OV0kQpE0x7XV01xTly-neiq7CHHv70icgu1kVxCdfNOBq1RWWX_-YilUu3VxaO27rFvy-sCJRBiz/s400/DSC_00062+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411913347612024770" /></a>Got the idea for this shot from <a href="http://digital-photography-school.com/">DPS's</a> (Digital Photography School) Weekend Photography Challenge: Shoes. Not sure if I'll actually enter it as I've never figured out how to upload images to their boards, but regardless, this is my 'shoes' shot. <div>I'll probably be wearing these things a lot this winter. And yes, they are the true definition of clodhoppers. <i>But</i> they're warm and that's what counts.</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-39737613124736754882009-12-04T14:32:00.001-08:002009-12-04T16:20:51.696-08:00Day 40<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKeXDA63f-Gs3zjliiKhXeewyrUIa3-HWbkJIQhh2Vpg063LZUM2VdwKOP4R7vHkbUnimu65VtxqZwFnW8JtQt2rgzWaPgpEtBZm6f4FR7QiKtpr648yd-mdoo5-HCYkdPLVmFTUs_9Oq/s1600-h/DSC_0022+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKeXDA63f-Gs3zjliiKhXeewyrUIa3-HWbkJIQhh2Vpg063LZUM2VdwKOP4R7vHkbUnimu65VtxqZwFnW8JtQt2rgzWaPgpEtBZm6f4FR7QiKtpr648yd-mdoo5-HCYkdPLVmFTUs_9Oq/s400/DSC_0022+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411512597542596162" /></a><div>I didn't intend to take another shot of G and make it my 50 shot for the day, but the light was just too perfect. Love how it seems to make his blond hair glow! Yep, that's my kid- the little glowing angel! *chuckle, snort* Remind me of that the next time he gets into whatever it is he's not supposed to. </div><div>Actually, I was very blessed (spoiled) with a generally mild and easy-going baby. Until the 10 month mark, that is. Ever since then, it seems that his real personality is coming out of the woodwork. The little sinner (for that is what we <i>all</i> are, are we not?) is learning the fussing and whining gets attention, as well as whatever it is that was just pulled out of his reach. Uhuh. But, you know what? Like I mentioned, I'm spoiled. He's probably just your average kid now.</div><div>And look at this picture- angel, right? MMMMMMMMM! I'm gonna go squeeze him now, thank-you very much!</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-79369466349660082642009-12-03T16:20:00.000-08:002009-12-03T16:40:14.012-08:00Day 39<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZ7Wu8KzjgvVECs4vYaD2L6hDxeuWbtQgJykgQXjsdFTfWlnETOUiA2-io6inzCj89KcuUMUw993KFjyKRzCCuAebCSWH15yezB1HZthWjePRVva5KkAHQovMn4qQWvnlIJQ52JHp9WoL/s1600-h/DSC_0059+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZ7Wu8KzjgvVECs4vYaD2L6hDxeuWbtQgJykgQXjsdFTfWlnETOUiA2-io6inzCj89KcuUMUw993KFjyKRzCCuAebCSWH15yezB1HZthWjePRVva5KkAHQovMn4qQWvnlIJQ52JHp9WoL/s400/DSC_0059+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169396531394850" /></a>My one and only Christmas candle. And it's almost all burned up. *sniff* And it's not even a <i>Yankee</i> candle! *sniff, sniff* What<i>ever</i> will I do without a candle to last me the whole way to Christmas, much less the rest of the winter?! *hiccup, sniff* Sad, sad, sad...<div>Ok, I'm much better now, thank-you. I think anyway. Me. loves. candles. It's that simple. Especially during the winter and/or dreary, rainy days. Yes, I'm like most women- too many candles is a mathematical impossibility. </div><div>And no, I don't usually set my candles on newspaper. I just liked the way the light fell on it and the patterns and textures of the print.</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-31202097421721634792009-12-02T20:05:00.000-08:002009-12-02T20:09:26.343-08:00Day 37<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsLK_GtOq_H7aQVsBWzrsDhWIgZOxFabiDzyQM93uDNJcq3HTpkSGNkCVBCIdrezBd1treFg3CmK4iM_ao_Hv1YiejBnbMT89FLIEQgYFmf_E24uSaBhz-1sByDm3NjYUJTIuK7fCiM_SJ/s1600-h/DSC_00052+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsLK_GtOq_H7aQVsBWzrsDhWIgZOxFabiDzyQM93uDNJcq3HTpkSGNkCVBCIdrezBd1treFg3CmK4iM_ao_Hv1YiejBnbMT89FLIEQgYFmf_E24uSaBhz-1sByDm3NjYUJTIuK7fCiM_SJ/s400/DSC_00052+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410856370125055682" /></a>Yes. I know. Food. I'm in a food rut. Hopefully I'll get myself out of it. Tomorrow. Oh, and this is my first batch of Christmas cookies this year- yummy!Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-45889823858224659122009-12-01T21:11:00.000-08:002009-12-01T21:22:39.800-08:00Day 37<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QjqL2wvx54T4xIYuglz1rZQ7K_3yzwc0iDCP5saQgrZKjTwJS4joX-7EKFnNdyohVZ_q4Vxwabn75V-MxdFidvHq_ksSJNlVL2XLRJy3cHceMpoAaxVFcp4UgkM12L2hkg9prs6IXOi3/s1600-h/DSC_0048+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QjqL2wvx54T4xIYuglz1rZQ7K_3yzwc0iDCP5saQgrZKjTwJS4joX-7EKFnNdyohVZ_q4Vxwabn75V-MxdFidvHq_ksSJNlVL2XLRJy3cHceMpoAaxVFcp4UgkM12L2hkg9prs6IXOi3/s400/DSC_0048+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410502214687987234" /></a>Love this shot. Love the sparkle in his eyes- just a glimpse of the wheels that are always turning in his little head. <div>Although, to look at this shot, I wonder if he has a bit of a lazy eye. I get the exact same result when I shoot Hubby as well- it's more pronounced when he's really tired. And come to think of it, quite a few of Hubby's sibs have the same thing- not anything noticeable when just looking at them, but freezing their faces in a head-on, or near head-on, shot seems to bring it out. Actually, 2 of Hubby's brothers had one eye crossed when they were born. They've since had surgery to correct it and it's not something you think about if you've known them for awhile. Hmmm... Yeah, sorry, excuse my rambling. I posted this picture and it was just something interesting that I happened to notice. </div><div>Ah, just one more thing G got from his daddy. Seriously, everything about that kid- milestones, size, personality, looks- so much just like his daddy. Or, at the very least, Hubby's side of the family. Like someone told me once after looking at a picture of Baby G: "Better luck next time!"</div><div>Haha, I guess we'll see!</div>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678549183094568887.post-65720785914935383142009-11-30T14:38:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:39:18.094-08:00Day 36<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlem9_qmMvDrwc0mUMZem15qlNHP4wJtJaEy_CO5_k6g8qQFniIoSVc78pGOAMqeFo9VzlPHpACunBWKw7KCNOyYbTTLuvRSGTEDxwRrZPeRtN1E9oSxLcg688QxhnZSr_vKUoEH3fqxFS/s1600/DSC_0015+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlem9_qmMvDrwc0mUMZem15qlNHP4wJtJaEy_CO5_k6g8qQFniIoSVc78pGOAMqeFo9VzlPHpACunBWKw7KCNOyYbTTLuvRSGTEDxwRrZPeRtN1E9oSxLcg688QxhnZSr_vKUoEH3fqxFS/s400/DSC_0015+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410029719148911346" /></a>Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01559402056907928099noreply@blogger.com0