Anyway, I was reminded of a very unique and beautiful wedding I shot last year with my buddy, Lori Tisdale. The theme of the whole wedding involved fall...Halloween-type colors. Done well - classy, not tacky. Here are some of those shots.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
All Hallows Eve
Today is Halloween, which I didn't remember until I saw a gentleman in the car next to me wearing a clown costume. After the initial shock and horror, I realized what day it was.
Anyway, I was reminded of a very unique and beautiful wedding I shot last year with my buddy, Lori Tisdale. The theme of the whole wedding involved fall...Halloween-type colors. Done well - classy, not tacky. Here are some of those shots.
Anyway, I was reminded of a very unique and beautiful wedding I shot last year with my buddy, Lori Tisdale. The theme of the whole wedding involved fall...Halloween-type colors. Done well - classy, not tacky. Here are some of those shots.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Jennifer & Aran
A beautiful day, a beautiful place, and two very photogenic folks. This wedding was just posted so I thought I'd throw a few on here. The weather made for a great, cloudy background, but brought us some sprinkling that interfered with our wedding party pictures. A little rain, though, wasn't able to discourage this group of great sports.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Special Delivery
So Tiny's grandfather, Poppy, has a puppy. Actually, she's 8 years old, but Mischa is the sweetest dog alive. She a Basenji (at least in part), which is a breed of dog that doesn't bark and is known to be cat-like. Mischa will jump on your lap and love on you even if she's never met you before. If you stop petting, she'll push your hand to get more. If you call her, she will immediately come to you. She must be around people.
Well, Poppy left Tiny and her mom in charge of her while he left on vacation. Long story short, in the time it took us to grab some groceries, Mischa escaped from Poppy's house and walked about a mile back to Tiny's complex, climbed the stairs, and stood outside the door. If it weren't for Sharon hearing Mischa's tags, we may have not even known she was there. She walked in like nothing had ever happened and instantly made herself at home on our laps.
Bad Puppy! How'd you get out of the yard? And how'd you find your way over here?!
Ohhhh. We can't be angry with you for very long!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Flashing
My kitty, "Punkin" as I checked my off-camera flash. What is it they say about a cat's curiosity?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Art on Wheels
Most of you know my love of exotic cars. These were taken during a recent trip to my favorite local dealership. Those with a discerning eye will notice some exceedingly rare and fast vehicles. Yeah...'wow' is right!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Why Disabilities? Why Hardships?
I did not write this, but am happy to pass it on here with a few shots I took over the summer...
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child.” Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said,
"We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart.
The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all teammates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child.” Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said,
"We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart.
The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all teammates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Stem Ware
I'm in the process of completing the lengthy and arduous undertaking of ordering a number of matching frames and mats for around the house/office. Seems like a fairly basic task, but it certainly was not. Much like hotdogs and buns, standard mat and print sizes seem to be unevenly corresponding. That combined with the frame sizes and wall space - not to mention exact materials, designs, mat options, colors etc - all make up a mind-bending puzzle that prevented me from completing this endeavor for...a long time.
I'll soon have to then decide which images to frame, at which sizes, and where they'll be located. Sorting through the thousands of images to find just the right ones will be difficult, but will be a much more enjoyable task than the aforementioned. My screen saver is made up of my photos and will sometimes display one that I make note of for consideration. You know, what? I'm even boring myself, right now!
So I'm almost done with the frames and am beginning to chose the images. I think I'll use this blog to post the contenders. This one showed up today..
I'll soon have to then decide which images to frame, at which sizes, and where they'll be located. Sorting through the thousands of images to find just the right ones will be difficult, but will be a much more enjoyable task than the aforementioned. My screen saver is made up of my photos and will sometimes display one that I make note of for consideration. You know, what? I'm even boring myself, right now!
So I'm almost done with the frames and am beginning to chose the images. I think I'll use this blog to post the contenders. This one showed up today..
Friday, October 06, 2006
Kristi & Derek
This is the most recent shoot I joined Heather Elise on. One thing I miss when not shooting video is having a chance to relive the toasts. Derek's brother gave an excellent one that had us busting a gut. You would've just had to be there when he told the other groomsmen that they should've tried harder to be the best man. None of them were brothers.
Beautiful church.
Always enjoying themselves.
That's some goood cake.
Cleared just in time for a shot.
Beautiful church.
Always enjoying themselves.
That's some goood cake.
Cleared just in time for a shot.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Runaway Bride - and Groom
This photo surprised me yesterday as it popped up as the front-page featured image at BetterPhoto.com. I visit the site daily so, with more than 27,000 images uploaded last month, I don't exactly expect to see something up there with my name on it.
The couple is Russ & Stephanie - great kids and really physically animated, as is apparent in this shot. It's even more fun to realize they're running toward the water, which they don't often get to do in their home state of Arizona. By the way, when ARE you guys coming back out here?
Monday, October 02, 2006
Phirst Foto Upload
Trying to decide what my first uploaded image would be, I came across this shot.
I decided on it because it shows what a beautiful city God has brought me to live in. It was taken recently at the wedding of some great folks: Mark & Nina Pothier. Thank you guys for including me in your big day. With limited seating on the cruise, it was especially an honor to be allowed to capture all the amazing moments shared among such wonderful people.
I decided on it because it shows what a beautiful city God has brought me to live in. It was taken recently at the wedding of some great folks: Mark & Nina Pothier. Thank you guys for including me in your big day. With limited seating on the cruise, it was especially an honor to be allowed to capture all the amazing moments shared among such wonderful people.
My first...
This is, in fact, my first blog - ever. I was actually attempting to post a comment on someone else's page and ended up creating this blog page. What's great is that I've very recently considered starting one to keep a record of my progress as photographer. Knowing me - and because of how busy I've managed to keep myself - this just might be a bad idea.
In all seriousness, though, I have no idea how this will progress, but I think it'll a great place to share a few thoughts and images.
Thanks for visiting: Whomever...whenever...wherever you are.
In all seriousness, though, I have no idea how this will progress, but I think it'll a great place to share a few thoughts and images.
Thanks for visiting: Whomever...whenever...wherever you are.
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