From my first morning workout in Las Vegas, I knew something was different—different from home, I mean. As I started my run south on the strip from The Paris Hotel, I was surprised to see that the sidewalk was paved with…no! Could it be?
I said I was going to post nearly every Friday, didn't I? Maybe I should have gotten a grant first.
Last night, Heidi's brother got married. I took a ton of pictures, and spent the larger part of today editing and posting them. I had originally made it clear to everyone that I was cool with doing the invitations, but I didn't want to photograph the wedding. I'm still glad I said that. There's something inherently intimidating in knowing you're the only one getting the pictures of a group that you'll never be able to reassemble for a do-over. Still, as you'll see, I managed to get some great shots.
Sometimes the weekend arrives like an ambulance late to the scene of a gruesome, week-long accident. Hope soars as you hear the sirens getting louder. Best as you can, you breathe a shuddering sigh of relief as the flashing lights finally come into view.
I'm not usually one to go all crazy with vain promises to myself about how much better I'll be this year than last just because I’m supposed to. In fact, I usually hate the idea. After all, I eat well, I exercise a ton, and I'm pleased with the improvements I've made this year to my photography. But if I had to name single thing that constantly bothers me, it's the lack of time to pursue the things I love.
If you spend anytime at all listening to the news, by now you've heard of the Cash for Clunkers program. You turn in your old beater with the lousy gas mileage and SHAZAM!!! Money comes out! ...