The lovely Julie agreed to marry me over the weekend, so we are no longer the market. Sorry ladies ... and gentlemen.
This shot was taken the day after I asked her to marry me, which was our 5-year anniversary. She seems happy.
My friend Elyse called me up the other day and told me that Fluid Magazine was doing a story on her and they needed a nice portrait to go along with her action shots (she's a pro skier). So today we dropped down to the beach and took some shots. I think this is a little more "done up" than they want, but I like it.
This shot was actually a slight mistake. I was changing settings on my camera and went a little too far, overexposing the photo. It turned out OK though. I'll post more after I get back from my weekend in Tahoe ... and I'll have more photos to post then as well.
I'm a proud member of the 49er Faithful, so I was very happy that my girlfriend suggested going to the pre-season opener Monday night. Of course, they played the Broncos and she's from Colorado and a die-hard fan (they don't have a clever nickname like 49er Faithful).
Well, the Broncos won, but I'm telling myself, "It's only pre-season, it doesn't matter." Anyway, our seats were fantastic, third row in the corner of the endzone. The only problem ... I was surrounded by Broncos fans.
Ugh.
Like I said, I didn't get to see Barry Bonds hit his 756th home run Monday night (he did that on Tuesday), but I got to watch Tim Lincecum pitch and that's pretty special. Kid's got some heat. I hope the Giants don't do anything to ruin what they've got.
Well, like 43,052 other people in the Bay Area, I went to the Giants game Monday night against the Nationals to watch Barry Bonds hit 756. Needless to say I didn't get to see it, but I saw a fantastic game where the Giants actually won in extra innings (thank you Randy Winn).
So my lovely girlfriend Julie decided to get herself a cat last week. People who know me know that I'm more of a dog guy myself, but one look into those eyes and I was hooked.
Since he is part Russian Blue, she named him Stoli, which means he will grow up to be a drunk. Sorry cat. He's in his Insane-O-Kitten phase right now. He chases toys, laser pointers and toes. He's wearing me out so much I may want to drink.
Yes, I'm now one of the awful people who take pictures of cats, but at least I'm trying to further my lighting skills at the same time.
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