Nola was my third and final trip in a month, and my favorite city I've ever visited by a long shot. It's a place where just so much culture intersects and overlaps, and I can definitely see myself getting back there before too long. And my big camera will be with me the next time; I love my little Fugi X100S, but it's a snapshot camera and I'm just not nearly as quick with it - missed out on a lot of good moments and felt really limited at times. Anyway, I'd go on and on about the city, but I've been away from home for so long that edits are calling my name. But yeah, if you haven't been to The Big Easy yet - make it happen. JUST GO (during the spring or fall, that is). And hit me up for recommendations!
How we're all still feeling in Seattle the morning after that goal line interception. This is the only photo I snapped at the end of the game. There won't be any victory photos this year :/
I'm not headed to Indiana to spend it with extended family this holiday season - waited too long to get tickets, and prices to fly into Chicago or Detroit and back were easily upwards of $700. But mostly I decided to stay because I've just got too many photos yet to deliver to folks - two weddings, holiday parties, stock imagery for Public Health's We Are 1 campaign, etc etc. Now that I'm an entrepreneur myself, I totally understand my woodworker dad's relationship with deadlines while I was growing up - while still making time for the important things. Yesterday afternoon we had Svetlana's family over for a holiday dinner, tree decorating and gift giving, and I think this snap of Titus is one of my faves of the year. He was having a pretty damn good time, and it totally helped offset the fact that I've been working too much lately and will be missing having an Indiana Christmas this time around.
Tagged along to this Russian holiday event with Svetlana and her son yesterday. Amusingly and not surprisingly, Titus was the only kid who refused to sit on [evidently Amish] Santa's lap. Good times!
Swung by Team Diva Real Estate the other day, and it's always nifty seeing your photos made into holiday cards.. and ornaments!
Because "who wouldn't want to make sure a cougar was part of their holiday photo?"
I'm kinda stressed today, since I've got 14 pages of photos to find, edit and lay out for a special photo section for SGN's Pride edition by Wednesday, and am also shooting the Seattle Pride Pageant this evening at Neighbours, but what better way to procrastinate than wish my dear old dad a Happy Father's Day! I don't know a single person who would've went through the late nights he did to help get me through hard times over the phone during college at Indiana. I never understood him wandering back to his shop in the middle of the night to work, and now I understand perfectly. I love you, Dad!
Here's my favorite photo of him - I think from his first year down at IU. In the-year-before's high school senior photo, he'd dressed like a republican. I'm glad he shed that look and grew a mustache to achieve the penultimate Bruce look. As my sister Lauren said when she posted this on facebook a couple weeks ago: "He was/is a really cool dude."
Then when I thought I was headed toward graphic design, I did a type specimen for a typography course I was taking - it's a compilation of photos through the years and excerpts of my dad talking about what he does for a living. Years later, I'm glad we did it. It's one of those things you look back on and you're glad you took the time to do.
And here's a picture of him I took this past Christmas that means the most to me. His mom had given him a look, showing us that she was still with us at a time she was becoming harder to reach, when he joked that he didn't know which Caleb he liked better - his dog in the 80s or my sister's boyfriend. It's the last photo I snapped of Dad and his mom - shot from the hip, like he always does but I still haven't gotten very good at. Grandma Helen passed at the end of April at the age of 99, and Bruce and I wrote her obituary.