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Category Archives: nothing to do with anything

this post doesn’t have much to do with photography or anything else for that matter, but I’m still interested in it so I’m going to write about it and post it anyway

today, I went for a run

I spent today packing up the yoga studio and moving it from W. Esplanade Ave. to my garage. It was a strange day, a surreal mix of past, present and future. Instructors and students stopped by, called, sent emails, lit up my iPhone screen with texts … most of them had encouraging and kind words

Lakeview in IR

Just for fun, I played around in infrared while I was in Oregon.  (One of the buildings is just across the California border, and the two in color are from Plush.) . Lakeview in IR (Plush in full color)

Protected: happy anniversary, Carlos!

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the flying fish

This morning, I photographed a flying fish. Timmy is the dive coach at Walden Glen. Kids at the pool adore Timmy; wherever he is on the pool deck, there’s a crowd of kids of all ages surrounding him, trailing after him, trying to get his attention. Sometimes, the crowd starts to chant, &#

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Protected: puerto rico

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day 7. and counting.

UPDATE: The question isn’t will my drive fail, but rather when will my drive fail? Here’s the link to the post Ray remembers; my days of losing my life in a hard drive failure are long behind me. I continue to use SuperDuper and iDefrag weekly. issue: NIVIAD card fail model: MacBook

sorry, wrong number

a license plate on a parked car caught my eye so I put my car in park and jumped out, ran around the front and over to the right and snapped a picture for my friend. horns are honking (among other gestures) and busy people are crazy — they have places to go. I know. so do I. it was worth

more iPhone profile pic fun (or, I’m tired of shooting snowmen)

you’ll need: beautiful blue-eyed blond friend with flawless skin who tolerates incessant picture experimentation (other looks and personalities may be substituted with varying results) iPhone snap the pic PS Mobile because the iPhone tends to render skin tones darker than I prefer, I use

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a perfect Tucson sunrise

at least I can take my baby home w/ me:

the Bisbee Breakfast Club

the Bisbee Breakfast Club

Cafe Roka, Bisbee

It was upstairs, a window table for two, second from the left, looking out over Bisbee when she knew for certain: she was going to marry this man. (If he ever asks; he kept her guessing just for sport.) Fast forward 15 years, he’s at home enjoying the snow with the kids while she gets a long

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

As a military family, our children rarely spend Christmas in the same place twice.  So working with that, we try to make family traditions flexible worldwide.  For example, we take them to the Nutcracker each year and recount years passed how many cities across the globe we’ve seen it in during

West Virginia flea market

We went to Harpers Ferry yesterday. In an unplanned and unexpected twist that life sometimes grants, I found myself wandering alone down a lonely, dusty, West Virginia road. It ended at a large field, and through the trees I could see tents and hear noise. So I trekked across the field only to be

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just another day at the office

some casual Fridays are more exciting than others, I guess, huh? #gallery-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 100%; } #gallery-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-1 .

be careful what you wish for

you might just get it Photographers Rights UK from Nick Turpin on Vimeo.

Rome wasn’t built in a day

That’s what I tell myself when I look at the calendar and count how many days ago the movers came.   I do this every few days or so as I’m looking down my list of things I’d like to change/paint/redecorate/undo/redo/fix or otherwise attend to in the house so that I can feel moved-

2009: change

It’s the word of the season, especially today: change.   January is typically the reflective month for photo studios to take a breather after the holiday rush and re-evaluate all things business.  Maybe that’s because most labs raise their print rates the first of the year; or maybe

housewarming

I have some wonderfully thoughtful friends!  I unwrapped many unexpected gifts during the holidays, several of which were housewarming gifts.  One was a set of napkin rings from Tanya (whom I photographed just before I started blogging) and another a vintage hook from Sheila, whom I’ve known

sweat equity

sweat eq•ui•ty  noun informal an interest or increased value in a property earned from labor toward upkeep or restoration. So about this townhouse we bought. My hands are blistered, bloody and cracked.  If you have ever stood in the corner of a room looking down at hardwood floors crying out

beginning figure drawing with Lisa Semerad

I didn’t take any photography workshops in 2008. Instead, I enrolled in a figure drawing class at The Art League mostly as a tag-along to my bona-fide artist friend Suzanne. (We didn’t know one another in Tucson, but she was an art major at the University of Arizona during the years

Protected: …this time from Virginia Beach

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Protected: remember summer?

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Major Appreciation Day

I met Eric my senior year of college. Senior year, fifth year, sheesh, who’s counting? Uh, Eric is. He was a graduate student in the math department, I was an English major who barely escaped Algebra 101 (and that was by writing my prof an essay supporting the premise that I would never

bugs at f/2.8

It’s not to say that the flowers on my front porch from summer were dead; let’s just that they were no longer thriving. So I went to Home Depot to look for something fall-ish, and came home with these locally grown Mums. I chose them because one had a fuzzy white caterpillar crawling

no cherries, no peaches, just pairs

Pairs as in Shimano. Keen. Teva. Frye. Nike. Flojos. I’m fascinated by these trees lining isolated stretches of highway, dripping in passerby’s artfully tossed footwear. I’m a shoe girl, what more can I say? My sister and her family live on a cattle ranch at the brink of Hell

Crater Lake National Park, Oregon

There is enough water in Crater Lake to give each man, woman and child on earth 700 gallons of the purest pH balanced water available to drink. (Shhh, don’t tell California!) It’s the deepest lake in the United States and the seventh deepest lake in the world and, believe it or not,

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Louisiana alumni in Washington, D.C.

It’s the largest crawfish boil outside of Louisiana, East of the Mississippi (and, I’d venture to guess, West of the river as well): the Louisiana Collegiate Coalition (including LSU UNO ULM NSU McNeese Tulane and Centenary) sponsored the boil in D.C. with 15,000 pounds of Louisiana

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