From time to time, there are little unpleasant things which, while you're experiencing them, seem to be moments that last forever. While I'm in the middle of them, these small but necessary occurrences often seem at the time as though they are in places where I've always been, and as if I'm going to be there for ever. Case in point: dental exams. They seem to be the kind of exam I can only fail. Every endured grinding assault on the enamel of my teeth reminds me of the last time I was being tortured on the dental rack—and I have a wonderful dentist.
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Heidi and I finally got our butts out of the house and took the kids to the zoo today. It was Zoey’s first trip and she had a blast. It was particularly amusing to see her point to the monkeys and say, “Baby! Baaay-bee!” As good as they both were, it’s amazing how wrangling just two kids at a big park can sap the life out of you. I’m pooped!
I’ll post more pictures after I recover, but here’s a sneak preview:
Your days are numbered, you just don't know what the number is yet. But rest assured, when your final day arrives, people will talk about you, your potential and your days in very finite terms. If you could see the final numbers in a pie chart today, would the proportions of certain slices make you uncomfortable? I'm pretty sure I wouldn't say, "oh crap, I really need to play more Starcraft!" Then again, I'm not sure I'd say I needed less, either.
Last night I wrapped up edits on a shoot I did at the Larry Miller Motorsports Park with BMW Motorcycles of Sandy, Utah. A few days prior to the shoot, I picked up a Cokin filter system and put it to good use right away. I was impressed with the new range of options open to me for portrait work. It was nice, for example to be able to shoot full sunlight without worrying how I’d balance the exposure between the sky and my subjects. Between the flashes, the graduated filter on my 18-200mm lens and talented models, there were plenty of great images to work with when I got home.
“Good evening. I'm Burton Graham, and I'm joined today in studio by the mostly unknown would-be
author, Doug Humphries. His is a story surrounded by mystery, intrigue, dirty rags and empty bottles. People nearest to him say he had just commenced writing his first book, Children Make My Brain Bleed,
when paramedics found his body slumped over the keyboard and only the title written.”