Yesterday after lunch Nathan and I traipsed back to Graham’s school. I had volunteered to help with the Halloween crafts and Nathan is allowed to come along too. Emily stayed home with Daddy.
I had my camera along, of course. My little Powershot went and died on me this summer. I tried to convince “Santa” that a new Powershot would be great to have for quick trips out and about. He is the voice of reason, and suggested that maybe I would rather spend that money on more accessories? He’s so smart.
On yesterday’s outing I brought the big gun along.
When we take Graham to school we park a street away and cross a bridge over a little creek. The light was so pretty in the afternoon. I made Nathan stop running for a second (it was torture for him) and snapped a photo.
Water is so soothing.
I participated in NaBloPoMo last year. For the month of November I posted every. single. day. I was not planning to do so this year, because this life of mine? Is CRAZY. But if I can just post a photo and it counts, I may be able to do it. So? I’m considering it. Am I crazy? Wait. Don’t answer that. Should I do it? Are you doing it?
As you all know I take many photos. Many, many photos. Hooray for external hard-drives and DVD backups.
I find that the bulk of my billion yearly photos are taken in the spring and summer. As fall drags along the photos get fewer and farther between. Come winter? Not many photos are taken.
The main reason being that I much prefer taking photos in natural light. I hate the harshness of the flash. I’m still playing with the flash settings on my camera but have not found much improvement. I have asked to get a sweet external flash for Christmas. I think the odds are in my favour, considering that I am sleeping with “Santa”.
Being that I am newly addicted to playing with Adobe Lightroom (I spend hours in there after the kids are sleeping. I really do. I can sleep when I am dead.), I need new material to play with. Matthew and I also bought some cool frames on our date night in the hopes that I might actually develop some of my photos and, I don’t know, HANG THEM ON THE WALL?
Yesterday was a sunny day. After picking Graham up from school I took the kids outside so I could take photos of them they could play and have fun. I read a photography article the other day that said to get your subjects to say “whiskey” instead of “cheese” to get a more natural smile out of them. I thought I would give it a try.
I was a “big girl” growing up.
I was not comfortable in this body of mine. Yes, it was my body, but I felt as though it did not belong to me. I struggled with the fact that friends of mine could eat McDonald’s, and candy, and wear skinny acid-washed jeans. I would hang with them and curse my chubby thighs and flabby arms. I would shake my fist and silently scream, “It’s not FAIR!”
I resigned myself to the fact that I was destined to be BIG. My friends had flat stomachs and no inner thigh to speak of and it was so foreign to me. My thighs rubbed together as I walked and would get red from the friction.
There were a couple of stints where I got skinny. Because I did not eat. I remember when I was in grade eleven, I ran into an old friend from out of town. She praised me with those words I longed to hear. “You are so SKINNY!” And I told her (innocently) that I had not eaten in forty-eight hours.
That would be TWO DAYS.
Of course, as soon as I started eating again the weight piled back on.
You think I would have learned.
I told them they could wear their costumes if they let me cut their hair.
Little did they know…we’re heading out to a family friend’s house for a wiener roast/dress-up party.
Bribery. It seems to work.
Mother of the Year over here.
