Archive for March, 2008

I was organizing my photo library when I ran across those snapshots that were taken at the Tullier residence back in January when I stopped by.  The discussion started off with something when I mentioned that wide angle lens make people look unflattering.  And, Tate’s like “how? what do you mean?”  So I put the Sigma 12mm on my 5D and let him and Sarah have at it. Here, I look like I came off the set of ‘Coneheads’.No, Tate doesn’t weigh 450 pounds. :)  A much more normal looking Tate indicating his high opinion on something, whatever.   

Soho (and his willy) getting the 12mm treatment.

I need to stop by and visit again!

I did a wedding in DC earlier this month.  The always wonderful Kerry Gastley who I’d assisted on numerous occasions in the past was happy to come out and flip roles, she’d be assisting for me that day – she sent over her pictures and included two pictures of me.

The one above, I did not even remember.  I sat here for a couple minutes racking my head when this happened.  I wondered if the fall had jarred something loose in my head as well, but it finally came to me that it was a test pose to check for the light quality.  I was probably running around with a million things on my head that I don’t even remember sitting on the couch.  But here I am all formal, holding my beloved 5D and 35L.  I like it for some reason…

And then this picture.  You can see theres a bunch of nasty looking clouds about to wreak havoc.   The day started off with some really lousy rainy weather, then when people started arriving, it looked to be clearing up and there was actually some sunshine.  I started prodding the bride and groom to get ready faster so that I could escort them outside to get some outdoor shots with the late afternoon sun.

But alas, by the time everyone was ready, the clouds had moved back in and the wind started blowing crap around.  We took a quick few shots outside with the groomsmen before running back in the club.

And of course, I couldn’t help but look at my right foot.  My working, un-fucked-up foot only nine days away from its fate.

I caught myself doing something yesterday that struck me as odd.  I’ve been using the day of my accident as a time-reference.  I was looking at some issues to resolve at work, and I checked the date on one of them, which said 3/18/2008.  My first thought was, “the day after i broke my foot”.  I thought about it for a minute before getting back to work.

Then this morning I hopped out from the bedroom into the living room and looked at the three new pieces of furniture I picked up at the yard sale.  My initial thought?  “I got those the day before I broke my foot”.

I’ve started picking up stuff around the house, and giving some thought to what I’ll be packing up.  I know I have a month (six weeks post-broke-foot) before I move, but I might as well get started.