Saturday, November 24, 2012

Family Photos


I busted out my camera this past weekend and took it for a whirl and took some quick family photos for my sister. It's been quite some time since I've done much with my photography, and I was a bit rusty, but it gave me the bug again and reminded me how much I do indeed love it. I wish I had time and opportunity to do more. Here are a few photos from the shoot. They're a pretty adorable family, and I don't say that just because I'm biased.
 
Photographing children is always a bit of a whirlwind, and it wasn't until we were about 3/4 of the way through the photo shoot and plenty of attempts at persuading Kimball to give me a nice big real smile did I realize that this was his nice big picture smile, and the more I tried to tell him otherwise, the bigger his mouth opened. 
 

Again, the "smile". It makes me laugh every time.
 
  
 



 
 


Friday, November 23, 2012

All is fair in love and cannibalism.

**If I'm being honest, this is a very true story. In fact, a truer story has ne'er been told. No overexaggeration, no embellishment. I stick only to the basic facts here folks.

Several weeks ago, I made my way to the good state of Arizona. Caught up in the excitement of a dear friend's wedding, I decided to explore around the city before I headed to the reception. Music-jammin, gut busting singing, fast roaming in and out of streets is what I could have been found doing. I could have singlehandedly put a car full of partying teenaged girls to shame.

In my excitement, I didn't seem to notice how my surroundings were gradually beginning to change. The streets became darker and darker, growing ever increasingly less friendly, when before I knew it, I found myself in the midst of complete slum. The "houses" were shabby and colorless, barely standing. Even the word shack would be generous--maybe only something more than cardboard boxes. As I crept through the street in my car, my heart started to beat faster, and I knew my situation was becoming more dire with every half inch I crept forward, my prognosis growing ever worse with every second as glimpses of movement caught my eye every which way.