If you knew you could

Continuing on the theme of conquering the world, I have to share this. I stumbled across this blog on my way somewhere else and I’m so glad I did.

Click here to find out why her “if I knew I could” essay is a little bit different than mine, or yours.

She’s probably one of those wonderful people who is tired of hearing that she’s inspirational and strong and lovely and kind.

I know some other people who probably are too.

That’s okay, I’m going to keep saying it because I’m thankful they were put in my life to encourage me on my path.

And who knows? Maybe I’ve been put in their lives to somehow encourage them on theirs.

It may not be what we had planned to be doing when we set out in life, you know, because life can get busy when you “plan”, but we are and that’s the most beautiful thing.

What would you do if you knew you could?

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No frogs were harmed in the making of this picture. The photographer was kind of grossed out though.

All About Moving Mountains

I’m all about taking life by the horns this week. As opposed to last week when I was whispering into the soft, furry ear of laziness saying, “You. Me. Let’s go find someplace quiet and take a nap.”

And the horns I’m talking about do not belong to this lovely lady:

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In the process of effectively bringing Hannah’s core body temperature down into the range which will allow her organs to be preserved for future generations to study…

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…I rediscovered a wonderful thing that I needed reminding of. Beautiful images can be found pretty much anytime, anywhere. And at any temperature. You just have to get up and go take them.

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I don’t need no stinkin’ studio. I just need to buy stock in hand warmers.

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“Trying is the first step towards failure.” Homer Simpson

“And Jesus said unto them … , ‘If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed,
… nothing shall be impossible to you.’”
Romans 1:17

Sure, Homer has his time and place, but Jesus is my homeboy particularly where motivation and inspiration are concerned.

A Farewell to Pioneer Woman

I’m struggling with a decision. It’s a tough one. And really, it’s one that I thought I would never have to come to.

My toes curl at the thought of what I might have to do.

It’s one of those life decisions we all face and I’ll need your help to be strong.

I think…I think…IthinkImayhavetostopfollowingthePioneerWoman‘sblog. *gulp*

Now, don’t get your panties in a bunch. It’s not like I haven’t thought this through.

- I don’t home school. And she rarely writes her own home school posts anyway.

- I don’t cook, at least not very well and apparently I’m not all that inspired to get better.

- I don’t shop at Anthropologie or The Body Shop, nor do I wear her size in order to take part in the fantastical closet cleanings she does.

- My gardening skills wouldn’t be necessarily characterized as skills. And besides, we’re city dwellers. We’ve got a back 40 feet, not acres.

- And, for good reason, she has cut way back on her Confessions posts, which basically leaves me with much less to live for.

I figure pretty much all we have in common is photography and those posts are now often written by other wonderful and talented folks whose blogs I already follow.

Really and truly, in this BFF relationship between me and PW, the “forever” part has been microcosmically short.

I’m sure she’d probably say we hardly even knew each other.

But I thought we had a good thing going.

She’d give away a mixer. I’d stay up nights, dreaming of dusting that shiny little thing so my sister could use it.

She’d post a photography contest. I’d force my children into joyful poses never actually seen in nature in the hopes she’d feature my shot.

She’d take pictures of some dessert she was making. I’d go dip some Nilla Wafers in the Nutella while silently nodding in agreement at the adoring comments.

She’d post about her dog. I’d wonder why anyone would keep a Bassett Hound when they smell so bad.

I’m broken up over it. It’s hard to say goodbye and, quite honestly, I don’t think it’ll be goodbye.

It’ll be more like, see-ya-when-the-house-is-clean-and-the-bills-are-paid-and-the-family-is-fed-and-my-children-have-recovered-from-the-latest-photo-shoot kind of farewell.

It’ll be a see-ya-later, P-Dub.

Crave Photography Giveaway

I crave the kind of photography that makes you go {sigh}.

But tulips rarely move, so conceivably, one could walk around a tulip and shoot it all day long from every conceivable angle at every conceivable setting until a person could … conceivably … achieve that {sigh} level.

It’s not that easy with people.

Which is why I’m crossing all my fingers and a few toes in the hopes that I win this 2 day all expense paid private workshop with Crave Photography. She is offering one lucky aspiring professional the opportunity to spend two days learning the business, marketing, the ins and outs of metering, posing, camera settings, stylized photo shoots, lens selection, post processing, plus waaaayy more.

Please please please please please please let it be me!

But, if it can’t be me, maybe it’ll be you.

I’ll try to be happy for you. I promise.

If you enter, come back and tell me about it. I don’t have any freebies for you, I just want to size up my competition.

And if you win, you’d better come back here and share what you learned! Hurry, it’s all over April 26th!

A Maundy Thursday Miracle

I have been to Heaven and it looks something like this:

This is my teenager’s cell phone. Please sit down before you read the next line, because if you have teenagers it might come as a bit of a shock.

His hands are not holding it.

They are not thumbing the buttons into submission.

They are not tapping that indecipherable tribal teen beat.

No, this phone sits silently on the table.

Not only that, but he isn’t. even. in. the. ROOM.

What’s even better than Bo relinquishing the phone?

The fact that I didn’t make him do it.

That’s right. It’s Spring Break. Children throughout the land have one week of freedom to text wantonly into the wee hours if that is how they see fit to spend their hard earned time off.

And if you check your cell phone bill, you’ll confirm it is.

But Bo isn’t.

And before you begin worrying about his well-being, no, he’s not sick and no, he hasn’t lost his thumbs in an unfortunate extreme bowling accident.

I would have told you about that.

Bo has another reason for leaving the phone behind:

Thank heaven for the teeniest tiniest of miracles.

P.S. And please God don’t let them be thinking about anything other than baking cookies or I swear I will go all Sister Maripat Donovan on them. I will.


New! & Improved!

Today I’m proving to myself that I am teachable. I’m posting pictures that I absolutely adore, but also happen to be terribly flawed.

You don’t get better without acknowledging that there’s room for improvement, right? I’m sure Tide would be out of business by now if it weren’t for their ever-evolving New! & Improved! formulas.

So here’s how I would make these pictures New! & Improved! if I had them to do all over again.

Family 1

I really do adore this shot. The colors are timeless, the composure is nice. You get the family dynamic without having to see their faces full on. The problem is in the camera. Once this image gets bigger, it gets grainy. There’s no sense in taking a great shot if when you go to make it bigger it becomes a pile of sand.

Family 2

The youngest girl was rather cold and clingy. The father was very aware of this and I tried to work fast, but the sun was dropping even faster, so I needed her to chipper up quick. As beautiful as the light is on their skin and as happy as I might be with the composure and exposure, I would be hard-pressed to say the youngest girl looks happy to be there. Not exactly an image I’d enlarge and hang over the fireplace.

Telling Secrets

This is probably my favorite image from the entire shoot. The girls are smiling, the sun is kissing their faces and they’re just glowing. I also like that it’s a little off-center which seems to balance out the sun on one side and the girls on the other. So, what’s wrong with it? Again, I feel like the grain is a huge distraction when it’s big. And I think this one deserves to be big.

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Girl 4

These last three I’m generally ok with besides the grain. The middle one is out of focus, but there’s a soft quality to it that I’m good with (something I thought I’d never allow myself to say). The problem with these isn’t really a problem with the images as much as the problem with the person behind the camera. The thing you can’t see here is that I wasn’t able to shoot the younger girl on her own at all. The older girl was thrilled to do whatever I asked. The little sister never came around. This is a problem that no technical knowledge can solve. I can learn what every combination of aperture, shutter speed and ISO will offer me, but if I don’t think creatively on the fly, then I might as well go back to stuffing envelopes at United Way. Rather than letting the opportunity slip away like I did (can you hear me still kicking myself?), I should have photographed her clinging to her father’s leg. I should have brought a pretty scarf or toy to distract her from the cold. Bottom line, I should have been more prepared.

So, tomorrow, I will try to show a few things I’ve learned since this wonderful day on the beach in 2006. I hope it means I’m New! & Improved! or at least improving.