Archive: September, 2010

The Most Animated Little Girl in the World

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

Over the weekend, I attended my niece’s birthday party.

I don’t have girls, so I don’t know much about the face sparkles or doing little girl hair or twirling.

But I do know that my niece is deliciously fun to watch in all of her divaness.

Bette Midler, eat your heart out.






Winner Winner, Chicken Taco Dinner

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

The house my parents bought back in 1954 was (and still is) within one mile of a taco stand.

That taco stand is now Emmas Taco House, and it’s our restaurant of choice for most (if not all) of our family gatherings.

The Mexican food is authentic and hot, and the margaritas have way too much tequila in them. Do I really need to say more?



Little Soldiers

Monday, September 27th, 2010

I’m going to have to take this photo to the coach, since it’s verifiable proof that at least three of the 11 boys on the field were actually LISTENING to him.

Oh — and we get two photos today! The 2nd one is Jake holding back his man. What I love about the image is that the poor kid that got assigned to Jake is pushing and grinding his feet, and Jake is holding him back WHILE STANDING ON HIS BACK FOOT. I swear, if this kid ever learns to lean forward coming off the line, he’d open holes big enough for The Fridge to get through.

Yes, I’m a proud football mama.






Friday, September 24th, 2010

I have to admit, I cried a little when I saw this image come out of the hopper.

That’s my Mom on the left and my “favorite big brother” on the right. And the photo was taken on my birthday.

I don’t always check to see what the images look like after I click the shutter. I seem to do best when I just relax and start shooting.

This is proof that I was VERY relaxed.

I think it had something to do with the margaritas.



Free Crab

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

I love this sign.

Every time we eat at this restaurant, I stop and look at this sign and inevitably crack up.

It makes me want to look at the person standing next to me and say, “Get IT? . . . See, because the sign reads ‘Tomorrow,’ but then if you really come BACK tomorrow, then the sign reads ‘tomorrow,’ and . . . [nervous laugh] then, of course, you never really get the crab for FREE . . .”

But I never, EVER get to say anything because my husband always grabs my hand a few seconds after I’ve stopped to read the sign and says, “Yes, hon. They GET IT. Now stop embarrassing me.”

Then, of course, he heads inside and neatly ties a bib around his neck before diving into his fish dinner.



Low Man

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010

Here he is as promised: High Man’s little brother.

Low man, just like his older sibling, was also trying to tell me something as my husband and I were making our way to Reno.

“You’re the only people my brother and I know who will drive four hours round trip for a hamburger and a set of tires.”

That just makes us interesting. Or really picky.



High Man

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

I met this fella at a truck stop on the way to Reno.

In retrospect, I realize he was trying to tell me something, like, “Hey, woman. The tires on your truck will barely make the trip. Here’s the number of a Pep Boys in Sparks where you can get a good deal on a new set.”

Fascinating how they can speak, but the living don’t listen.

Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to his little brother.



That’s One AWFUL Burger

Monday, September 20th, 2010

Meat Meet the Awful Awful burger.

This bad boy is made with 1/4 pound of beef, fresh lettuce/onions/tomatoes, freshly baked buns, cooked on a flat-top, and served on a bed of no less than one pound of hand-cut fries. All for the amazingly low price of $6.25.

To enjoy one yourself, you’ll need to drive to the Nugget Diner in Reno, Nevada (hidden in the back of the “Nugget Casino,” on Virgina Street). Where they also serve two ten-inch pancakes and an egg (the “Pancake Sandwich) for $1.99.

Clearly, these people know how to feed the hungry and broke.

Which is why you shouldn’t be surprised to find yourself sitting next to college kids and homeless people when you visit.



Visualization — A Birthday Gift

Friday, September 17th, 2010

We’ve all heard about visualization: Imagine yourself where you want to be, and someday you’ll get there.

What most people DON’T hear about is all of the hard work that goes into the “getting there” part.

The image below is a rough sketch of what I wanted my logo to look like once I went pro. I drew that on November 17, 2009, and kept it in my wallet until today. (Which is why it’s all wrinkly and blurred. And you thought it was the image . . . ) It reminded me of where I wanted to be in a year.

In between then and now, I’ve taken thousands of images, listened to hundreds of photography podcasts, and read dozens of photography, business, and human behavior books.

My poor family has had to endure me running around every event with my camera, acting like a maniac and even throwing elbows to get the best shot of a kid blowing out birthday candles.

I broke the Nikon my husband bought me for my birthday last year.

Then got a new one.

I’ve done practice sessions and pulled my hair out over streamlining my workflow. I spent hours learning Lightroom and Photoshop. I built a pricing structure I could be proud of.

I even made sure to thank everyone who helped me get to where I am today.

And I finally got my logo. With two months to spare.

That’s right. I finished in TEN MONTHS. On my birthday.

Today is September 17, 2010, and I’M OFFICIALLY OPEN FOR BUSINESS.

Visualization works. But only if you do something about it.



Can You Hear Me Now?

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

I love LOVE this image.

From the hat to the wood paneling to the suspenders to the mystery of what they were whispering to each other that afternoon — I love it all.

Between the two of these guys (my sister’s father-in-law on the left, and my father on the right), there was over 160 years of wisdom sitting in my mom’s living room that day. Add to it the age of the living room itself — the walls of which could tell HUNDREDS of stories — and the number leaps to well over 200 years.

Whether or not they heard what the other was saying, though, is the true mystery of the day.




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