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Day 175
June 25: These are the shots I miss taking, as a wedding photographer.
When you are the principal photographer at a wedding, you have a certain responsibility to capture certain images. And I love beautiful pictures of brides and grooms, and their most beautiful of days. But shots like this picture are the ones that the artist in me longs to take -- and I find myself with less time to try and capture them.
I find them very evocative and meaningful.
The little things that happen unexpectedly on a wedding day, like a forgotten corsage or a missing earring, are like a microcosm of the life these two are about to embark on -- full of trials and missteps, but also opportunities to be the answer to each other's needs.
I just love that.
Day 176
June 26: When this project is all done, I'm going to post all the pictures that I took this year, from this point of view.
Day 177
June 27: Passing it on.
Before you become a parent, you think that life as a parent will be full of teaching opportunities, but the truth is, parenthood is mostly about surviving another day. Most of the teaching we do is by example.
But, I was pleasantly surprised when my son asked if I would teach him how to play "Over the Rainbow" on my ukulele. Sometimes it comes as a shock to find that our children have an aptitude for something. Matt picked up the chords rather quickly, and he and I sat out on the porch swing and played (and sang -- but only with each other) a little duet.
I'm not handy. I don't do woodwork. I can't fix anything. ANYTHING. But this was one of those rare moments where I actually felt that I had something to teach my child.
Day 178
June 28: We saw Toy Story 3 tonight, and I loved it. But I didn't cry at the end.
...I just had something in my eye, Okay?...
The touching ending of the movie made me think of the toys of my own childhood. Nearly all of them were Star Wars related -- and nearly all of them are gone (most were destroyed by my own hand, with a golf club), but these three remain.
They are ragged -- C3PO is nearly silver now, Han Solo was buried in my front yard for ten years, and got his face caught in the lawn mower, and Luke Skywalker's a little stiff in the joints -- but they are original. Han Solo and C3PO are from the original toy line, in 1977, and Luke Skywalker is from 1980.
But, they are old, and dear friends.
Day 179
June 29: This is my nephew Cooper. He's two and a half, and visiting from Germany. He was over having a water fight with the other kids on Tuesday night, but there was a slight problem...
Cooper is kind of tiny, and he doesn't have the strength to squirt the gun, unless he stands directly over it, and pushes down with all his weight (such as it is), which, as you may imagine, results in Cooper mostly shooting himself in the face.
And then exclaiming "Oh! I gotted mysewf in my own face again!"
Day 180
June 30: Yeah, that's the high dive.
And yeah, that man can displace some water.
Day 181
July 1: And finally this week, I have another in the series I like to call:
"Crap that I can shoot on Thursday afternoon as I'm walking in the front door, so I can get this post up before midnight."
It's my new, giant Sharpie marker.
I could paint the house with this thing.
