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This little turkey had to be the best kid shoot in quite some time. Little Carson. A total doll. He was just a joy and he wouldn’t stop moving… all energy and smiles. I wish I could say my own miscreants had been so durn easy going at this age…. ummmmm. Nope. Resounding nope.
So this little dude was so appreciated… on what was a rainy, nasty day he was just pure BLISS!

I snapped relentlessly… hundreds of exposures. What was really a family sitting turned into all Carson… all the time. And his parents were thrilled.

Oh so many years ago, when my own photographic aspirations were still but a seed… a dream… wishes and unicorns… at a meeting to discuss our wedding coverage, I assured the photographer we hired that the ceremony would be outdoors and he could feel free to “snap away”….
Down his bulbous nose he glared, “I don’t snap.”
Pretentious ass… but to his credit, that moment helped direct me professionally: I’m a “snapper”… I just snap, snap, snap and snap some more. And you know what? All that snapping gets me some purdy good images… so proud snapper am I….

Right Carson?

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Just a little post about the sweeeeeeet couple I shot November 1st. Lovely. So young. And sooooo purty!!

I am struck at most of the weddings of young people I attend- I shoot second and third timers too… not so young- at how these kids are just starting out.  It takes me back every time.

I was 25, it seems very young to me, now… and I was with the love of my life.  We had the world and the seemingly endless years before us… it was just a wonderful time.

I’m happy to say that after 14 years, it still is.  Better, even.  And while there are many years behind us, I still feel that there are seemingly endless years before us.  They’re just moving faster!

Good luck to Mitch and Brienne and to all my other couples of 2008.  May you have the best, albeit most challenging, years together life has to offer!!

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Well, our week with MILlie has been a wonderful one. And it draws to a close this evening. Her travelling companions are really terrific and honestly provide a much-needed and entertaining buffer between myself and dear MILlie.

They have come. Relaxed. Hot springed. Golfed. Shopped. Hiked. Relaxed. And yes, despite the rough beginnings, were all bloody thrilled at my Rocky Mountain Sunshine Tour: 10 hours sightseeing… north, through our Columbia Valley… up to the summit of Kicking Horse, at almost 8000 feet with an amazing grizzly sighting, Kicking Horse Pass to Lake Louise where the lake was, of course glorious and shopping, thankfully fruitful, and Free. Valet. Parking. I like to think it was my fresh, sun-kissed complexion and the fact I was wearing no bra, but I believe, more accurately, it was just such a clusterfuck, the exhausted young valet just wanted to be rid of yet another vehicle full of old people…. whatever. Free. Valet. Parking.

And so… we prepare for our own trip. To MILlies. Yes. You read correctly. We now go to her house. It’s just a matter of strange timing this year that her trip up here should fall only a matter of two days before our trip down there. So from Canadian Rockies, we head south to northern Virginia. Hello humidity!

Anyways, my trust in the universe has come through yet again. We have been mulling over what to do with the Sweet HoneyBeast for weeks. We are going to be gone three weeks. Bottom line: husband did not want to spend upwards of $20 a day on a kennel/pet resort/doggie spa for our mostest faithful of companions. Apparently he has incredible trust in the capacity of the universe to provide… because what the hell else were we going to do with our precious family pet?!?! Other than bring her with us. So, I’ve been researching. And stalling. While it is a dream to take my doggie to the in-law-family Delaware beach house… she would be friggin’ over the moon there… I could not bring myself to subject her to the trauma of the flight.

The question of the dog has been mind-crushingly distracting and demoralizing. In amongst our hectic pre-holiday entertaining, work and other busy-ness, a big, black, furry, drooling weight bearing down harder with each passing day. Until this past week. When our friends/neighbors/local business owners Foreign Workers arrived. Thank you BC government and your foray into the trade of human commodities! And while I will without doubt remain skeptical of this program, bringing workers in from abroad(primarily Latin America and the Philippines), for two year stints, as they leave young families, educations and professions to come to our fair province to work menial labour, trying to make a better life…. we will do a little bit to help as this group of three lovely young Filipinos- two men and a woman (parents, each)- have a nice place to stay in their transition, while also knowing our HoneyBeast is getting good care… in her own home.

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Thank the freakin’ almighty… or all of my recent hard, bloody work, because… mi Filipes just gave his official notice this past week.

Yes. He will be leaving his job. That’s right… his job. That pays him money. Money that supports his family.
Uh-huh. Yup. With no job to go to.

We are officially putting our faith in the almighty universe to the test.

Not to mention our greenthumbs… Sally’s and mine. OK. Mostly mine. The child is nine. He loves the idea of planting… of growing… his own food. But he doesn’t love the idea of digging, building and creating new beds, raking, yanking weeds that have runners extending clear through to China, or any of the other remaining facking dirty work that has to be done, in fact, to make things grow.

However, just as with the universe, we have faith that our shiny new gardens shall provide.

Or… I suppose I could pole dance while slinging beer and 99 cent chicken wings get some kind of real job.

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Our yesterday… a Monday.

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