04 September 2009

There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep

...so says Ralph Waldo Emerson anyhow.

The boys have made sleep their mortal enemy, against whom they wage an epic, ongoing war. Sadly (well, it's sad for me!), they are often victorious in battle. They know all my buttons. Look cute:

Get along with each other really, really well:

Their best weapon? Recruiting James. That solution is surefire (even if they start showing signs of sleepiness).

03 September 2009

Have you ever considered...

I spent many, many years in school preparing for a profession at which I feel I'm rather proficient. But because of the recent upsurge in photographic output, I've been asked by quite a number of people about whether this consuming hobby of mine would transform itself into a full-fledged occupation. Even though I knew these queries were themselves compliments about my photos, they always rubbed me the wrong way. I was projecting my own insecurities and ambivalence and felt discredited as a psychologist rather than lauded as a photographer. It's difficult for me to accept the positive judgment of my photos because I know that the end results take me far longer than they do for "real" photographers--not to mention the fact that solid composition often occurs by chance rather than by choice.

And when I get in a tizzy like that, I confer with friends who offer support and reason.

Anita points out the curious incongruity of my attributing bad photography to my personal deficiencies versus my attributing a bad therapy session to the patient's psychic resistance and other circumstantial details but not my personal inadequacies. And you know? She's totally right.

Ivan notes that I have chosen a career but that perhaps a new career has chosen me. This is an interesting one. And I like it...a lot.

And James reminds me that even if I took a few photography jobs, it doesn't change who I am or take away my ability to return to psychology when the boys are older and it certainly doesn't take away my current body of knowledge on the matter.


I'm in.

So here are the graphic elements I made for my photographic adventures. I clearly have no clue what the heck I'm doing--I was just hoping to create a few things that looked different from each other, but related to each other somehow. Here's the site name (I used that S as the favicon used for browsers).

And here is another thing I put together. I figure the lower caption, which in this example reads pho-BLOG-raphy, can be changed up depending on the need.
And finally, here is the watermark that I stamp on the photos for the blog over there.
See the transparencies? That's my new trick. I love it!

02 September 2009

O'Neill Regional Park

On the weekends, when James is at home, we sometimes just pack the kids in the van without a real destination in mind. We are so fortunate to live in this part of the country where something exciting is about 20 minutes in any direction.

This time, we ended up at a regional park--I believe these wilderness areas are maintained by the county.

I attached my super wide angle zoom to the camera. It has a tendency to flare. Funny, back in the day, this was a flaw and now I see it, real and manufactured, in photos all the time.

The lens also renders a neat perspective, making A2 (and his feet too) look B-I-G!

Strange. The lens also makes A1 look really, really hot and tired.

01 September 2009

Forgive me reader, for I have slacked

It has been...well...a really, really long time since my last blog. I have let my playdate photos languish on my hard drive. I failed to read others' blogs. And the absolute worst part of it all is that I have done nothing productive in lieu of blogging here. Unless word games on Facebook are automatically and universally considered productive. Somehow I don't think so.

My penance? Daily blogging during the month of September. I will post at least once every day. Because, you know, nothing makes readers happier than disappearing for a full month other than flooding the feeds with inane ramblings.