Days ago:
Warm sunshine is a happy Babs. I love summer.
I had the huge photoshoot two days ago with
ten people (two grandparents, their two adult children and their two families with two children each). It was at an incredibly stunning park I had never been to before.
I ended up writing down the wrong time and was there over an hour too early, so I had plenty of time to zip around looking for locations and generally checking things out. It was crowded, but gorgeous. When I took this picture and checked it out on my LCD it nearly looked like a mild HDR: I was most impressed by the mid-day light.

Texture play.

Yesterday:
The heat makes me lazy, but I still love it.
I've been thinking a lot about marketing, brand, all that stuff related to business. A huge majority of photography businesses fail inside the first 1-2 years; it's harder than you'd think and involves a lot more planning then "give people a CD". You lose a lot of money and hard work if you keep your prices rock bottom and things away.
I spent many hours out of the last two weeks organizing my receipts, tax folders, digital archives, contracts and client folders.
I think there's a weird part of me that is somehow sexually excited by extreme organization. After I finish a project like that I want to sit back and stare at it for hours. It's like OCD masturbation. Then I want to run off and jump Curtis. I do the same thing when the house is clean, particularly if he's done the brunt of the work.
Housewife erotica is a man doing the dishes. There's just something sexy about a clean house and a sweaty man.
We keep forgetting to get Curtis his medicalert bracelet for his blood clotting thing. The severity comes and goes, but it's worth having a notification over due to the need for a platelet transfusion in the event of injury or surgery.
I can always tell when his count is getting low because he breaks out in a billion bruises. All he has to do is get poked a little roughly to get a nasty looking bruise.
There has been a matching pair of hideous looking bruises along the outside of his thighs for
months, they run down about 1/3 of the length of his upper legs. Neither of us could figure out what the hell had happened to him in such a strange spot. Plus, they were never going away. He couldn't remember getting kicked or hit, he hadn't fallen or bumped into anything, and nothing sits at that level. They were a mystery until an evening at a friend's housewarming party where the lubrication of alcohol led to interesting conversation and we suddenly realized that the bruises lined up perfectly with my knees and leg pressure while we were having sex. I found this revelation hilarious.
Today:
I was interviewed again by the paper. This time on a tape recorder thing attached to a giant karaoke microphone. I am not good at this kind of thing. I sat with my head down, fumbling and mumbling, wringing my hands. I hope to god they can edit it down to something sensible that doesn't make me sound like the clod I appear to be.
Curtis has gotten me hooked on Full Metal Alchemist. Which is totally different from what I thought it would be. I'm only about six episodes in so far, but it's rocking my socks.
In two days Tammy gets here! Almost nothing is worth writing about until that.
( Family portrait shoot. )Links of the day:
Another fun JibJab animation, this time about the presidential campaigning. Unicorns for change!
The coolest gadget ever for
kids anyone interested in astronomy. Pretty much everything on that site is worth a link of the day bump.