Sunday, April 26, 2009


Last weekend, i was asked to shoot my friend's great-niece's christening - and prior to that, some shots of her in her christening dress to hand out in frames as give-aways. GAAAAH - i love taking pictures and wish i was making money at it so that i could retire and do what i love -

Instead of a guest book, a picture with a large mat to be signed.

Really a happy girl, didn't cry when water was poured on her little head.
But i believe that even though she's truly a Daddy's girl, she had a little crush on the priest.

A busy, but totally fun day.

Friday, April 3, 2009


taken with my old Canon PowerShot A630.


Photos are my life.
Let me just say that again, in case you didn't get it the first time: photos are my life.

It hasn't always been this way. Well, perhaps it has; after all, I was always the girlie taking pictures of my fingers more than subjects. And i started with a dang Kodak Instamatic, like millions of Americans.

Taking pictures of my fingers.

I've had Pocket Cameras. Polaroids. My first love was a 1984 Canon 135mm point-n-shoot with Sam the American Eagle from the 1984 Olympics on it.

I actually got more pictures without my digits than with that time.

But I think I really got into the whole 'artistic' thing with the Disk camera - remember those? You could take three different kinds of photos - all with the same roll of film.
Then came the Canon...or rather, the series of Canons. Two PowerShots, which were like crack to me...just dragged me in deeper and deeper, until finally the Husband made me swear that IF he bought me a Rebel XSi, I MUST.ATTEND.CLASSES.

Oh, OK.

I've never looked back.

Photography is one of those holy-freaking-crap-jumping-up-and-down-on-the-bed-this-is-the-COOLEST-THING-EVER.

Now while I SO not a professional, I can promise you this: It makes me happy.

Here's hoping what I see makes you happy, too.