Sunday, July 31, 2011

Wrapping up July...

These are the last few weeks of Lauren being home.  She saw her last tournament this weekend and unfortunately twisted the ankle and ended up riding the pine for most of the weekend tending the wounds and cheering her friends. Luckily enough it wasn't serious just a bit startling as this has been her first real injury while playing softball.  Not to say that she hasn't had her own fair share of bumps and bangs and bruises but nothing that would stop her from playing.

So now we will have a couple weeks of hanging around, finalizing her packing and just enjoying her company.  In the meantime, Miss Emma was with us this weekend.  Such a little girlie girl.  And such a ham.

Can I also mention I'm glad July is in Texas it's been miserable hot and the closer we get to cooler temps the better.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Responsible Journalism/Photography/Publishing....

I've seen this photo on Yahoo all day.  I shouldn't repost it, but it is the subject of this posting. 

I was driving home one day and ended up at a stop light.  I looked over and the woman next to me was crying in this way.  Total uncontrollable anguish.  It is a feeling women can relate too.  This is a soul jarring, life changing outcry.   Infidelity, death, broken dreams, infertility-- this cry is loss beyond all reason.

My question is--should this be up for photographing?? With this tragedy that has occurred I've seen many poignant photos.  Many that tell the story.  But what crosses the line???  When is it too much.  The photos in the church?? The mourners?? The bodies on the shoreline?? This womans face??

I take advantage of public places.  I love photographing people-sometimes with or without their knowledge.  I love their faces, and their expressions and taking a vicarious snippet of their lives.  I do however feel confused-- that in this case there were a lot of people looking a the photos before posting them and they have all felt they are acceptable to post. 

I know the arguments...freedom of the press.  I even can imagine folks saying that the photos are a success--that they've done what they intended by generating such a strong emotion.  I understand all this, but in the end it still feels morally wrong.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Cucumber King...

In AD 931 the then King of Burma - Theinhko - ate some cucumbers without the permission of the farmer who had grown them. Whereupon the farmer killed the king. Theinko’s Queen, fearing civil disorder, smuggled the cucumber farmer into the royal palace and dressed him in royal robes. Later he was proclaimed King Nyaung-u Sawrhan and was known as the "Cucumber King". The new King later transformed his former cucumber plantation into a spacious and pleasant royal garden.

I discovered this Gatorade flavor a couple months ago at a random Shamrock store during a softball tournament about an hour away from the house.  It was a 'questionable' little store and I didn't quite know where he got these things from also note the bottle is not in a language I normally speak, but I tried it anyways.  I'm not a huge Gatorade drinker- I leave that to Tom and Lauren.  For this flavor however-- I'm a fan.  I've spent 2 months looking to find it again and now I've found them in a store close to home.  I warn you--if you find them you will either Love them or Hate the.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


I went out this weekend to shoot some spots...Too bad it was already too late in the morning and the lighting was just not very interesting.

Sunday, July 10, 2011


It's been almost 6 weeks since I've played this game.  I go back to it tomorrow and I suspect it will be ridiculous.  I have trouble remembering the rules every other week.  There will be pointing and mocking and laughing.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Broken Balls

So this is Lauren's and my craft for the day.

I spotted them done with baseballs at .  Just seems to be a perfect fit for girls and softballs.  I think Lauren  may do a similar version of these for she and her roomies dorm doorway. 

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Family Traditions..

The more things change, the more they stay the same.  For anyone who has every hung around my house these shots will be all so familiar.

Spent one dollar on this little wooden birdhouse and it kept her busy for at least 2 hours.  She painted it completely black.  And then completely pink and then green.  And so on, and so on.... I can only imagine how many layers of paint is on this thing.  At one point she had an itchy face so she ended up with black all over her face.  And then finally she let me know she was done with photos.