Disconnect

I went to the “cell phone store” (as Zoe calls it) today (well, yesterday, actually, since right now it’s very early Sunday morning) and adjusted my plan.

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Determining my worth

A colleague came into my office yesterday at just the right moment, when someone was asking about the photographs I made on vacation. She asked to see some, and went overboard about them. Her father appreciates fine art photography, and she decided she’d like to give him an “original print from a real artist” for Father’s Day.

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“Duh, Daddy!”

Zoe was complaining the other day that her Crocs were hurting. She’s had them for awhile, so I was sure her feet were outgrowing them. M, wise father that he is, decided to dig into the matter instead of just throwing money at it like his wife does.

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A day of birth: GPL

We’ve attended too many funerals lately, so it is with great, joyful pleasure that I congratulate Tiffany and Doug on the arrival of their first baby, Gavin Phillip. Hang on, guys, you’re in for one helluva ride and more fun than you could ever imagine. And, here’s a little message for wee Gavin (who isn’t so wee, actually, tipping the scales at 8 lb 15 oz): your parents are totally kick-ass but new at all this, so go easy on ’em and sleep a lot.

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Wish I was here

This isn’t one of my “art” photographs. Just a visual sigh and a wish that I were still there. Or anywhere with no responsibilities except to empty my camera’s compact flash cards each night and recharge the batts. The only thing in the whole world that would have made it better would have been to have the other photographer in my house there with me. Hopefully I’ll get to take her some day.

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