Thursday, June 24, 2010

Palm Beach Post's New Blog

They've just launched a photo blog.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Kid for Sale

A close friend of mine from college posted the following Facebook status update and I had to share it...

anyone know for sure who sells spray paint remover? Need it van and my garage are orange. Thanks Nathan. ALso, I have a 3 yr old for sale. Cheap. I'll throw in day lillies and a free photo shoot. He's sleeping now so it'll be real easy to get him in your car.

Monday, June 21, 2010


I was driving back from an architectural shoot in New Haven, CT on Sunday when the traffic backed-up for a second time. The first time was because of parts of a blown tire in the road. This time, I didn't see until I was slowly going around it. A dead dog. Black all over with exception to it's chest which was white. A red collar just like Bootsie's.

I wondered to myself if it died quickly. Did the driver just hit it and keep on going? If they'd hit it and it was still alive, wouldn't they have pulled over and made a call, in which case wouldn't the body have been picked-up?  And where did that dog come from? It had a collar on, so someone loved him. Or her. I don't know the answers, but I like to think the dog died quickly.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Waffley wedded

Too funny.
Thanks for sharing this, dad!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


I have been thinking lately about life and one's perspective of it. I have been struggling lately with my apparent inability to enjoy moments for any extended period of time, to breathe deep and just be grateful to be, rather than obsess about what is to come or not come and how it will cause me pain, discomfort, disappointment, etc.

I was thinking (this came to me as I was cleaning up dog poop in the backyard), that one's perspecive on life must be greatly effected by the person's life experiences. I mean, I've always known this, but I wondered if my relatively "perfect" life has contributed to my inability to appreciate what I have day to day, right in front of me. I did not lose a parent at a young age as my mother did, I did not experience strained relationships with loved ones like some friends that I know.

From a very young age, I have been a worrier. An over-thinker. It is something that I have struggled with my whole life. People have always been telling me "Stop thinking so much."  I have been trying to learn how to live in the moment. How to keep in mind that worrying about things or stressing about things often does little but cause stress and sometimes sadness. It's strange to find myself, at 34 years old, still trying to master this concept. When I have moments of light-heartedness, it's like a high. Much like when you have some type of physical pain and the pain meds kick in and you feel that relief.

My point (and frankly I'm not sure I have one), is that I know people who are going through completely crappy things right now in their lives and still, they often manage to say, even on a bad day, that essentially, this too shall pass.  I have always had a hard time remembering that too. Some people hold that optimism for a better day in their hands and hold it carefully and appreciatively, much like they do the nice, simple things in life that they do not take for granted. I do this with things that bother me. Again, I have been getting better at releasing the heavy stuff, but I still hold it there in my hand. I don't appreciate it. Why would I? I don't want it. Why would I?  But, it's there and I hold it and am not so good at letting it go in order to make room for the good stuff.

I'm sure much of this must be a habit; the worry and over-thinking have become a familiar foe, and while I don't enjoy them, I know them. I know them like the back of my hand. I know them like a song fed to me through my amniotic fluid in the womb. Like a twin.

For my next trick, I plan on trying to embrace the good things, even when I'm in a low place. Because my life? It's pretty good, and I know that. I appreciate it, but I struggle lately to feel that appreciation deep within me, in a true, real way that gives me happiness or at least some level of pleasure.   I know that starts with my mind-set. I hope I can learn how to do it.

Field Day

I was running errands today downtown, walking from the bank to the post office when I passed a huge crowd of Galvin Middle Schoolers walking back to the school from their field day which was being held at the common. Huge air-filled game thingies like bounce houses and sumo wrestling rings were there for their end-of-junior-high-life entertainment.

They all walked along with their T-shirts which read "GMS 2010" and I had to smile to myself because in the crowd of all these kids, some who look really young and some who look really old, all simultaneously awkward and cool with their purposely mismatched socks and writing all over their shirts and bare legs ("have a wicked awesome summah!  See you in high school!"),  I could see myself and my boyfriend (my current one - he wasn't my boyfriend then. Boys? Yuck! What do I DO with them?). I have a picture of Eric from our field day, in fact. One of the last days, if not the last day of school, they let us out onto the field at the school where we played various games. I know tug-of-war was one of them because I have pictures. There were certainly no crazy blow-up structures or t-shirts to write all over.

In this picture of him (which I gave to him at our fifteen year high school reunion), he's wearing a Nike shirt and sporting a flat top haircut which I believe he got away with all the way through to high school graduation. If memory serves, in the photo, he is holding a Hoodsie ice cream cup and the wood spoon that comes with them, and giving me a a shy smirk which I see sometimes these days even.

What I like about the photo, aside from it being of him and as such a documentation of our strange history, is that it was taken with a Vivitar 110, a crappy little camera that left the photos with a strange foggy look, just like your memories would.

August Wilson

I like the simplicity of this and wish I could apply it better in my life...
“All you need in the world is love and laughter. That's all anybody needs. To have love in one hand and laughter in the other.”

Monday, June 7, 2010

Slight Typo

I'm just refining my paperwork which will have my wedding clients providing info for me in preparation for their day. I just caught a typo though...
"7. Please provide the names and website addresses of all the other vendors you sued on your big day (this is so they will be properly identified when photos are used online)."

Thank goodness for proof-reading!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Baseball and the Bad call

All it took was a few tears of the umpire and the graciousness of the pitcher to make me admire the game of baseball. Or at least these guys and their game of baseball. For tonight anyway.

Selig won't change bad call that cost perfect game -

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Soul of Athens