June 4, 2008

Grumpy McGrumperson. That’s me.

Between the new class (that’s kicking our collective ass, by the way, with four long chapters of assigned reading, multiple homework questions and problems that involve a lot of writing and setting up calculations and graphs in Excel, responding to the discussion forum question about InBev’s potential hostile bid for A-B and then responding to classmates’ responses, and a quiz…all in the first week) and converting our other two locations to the new software (yes, at the same time) (yes, I’m stupid for even attempting it) (especially while I’m in class) (d’oh!), I haven’t had much time to shoot or play around in Photoshop.

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May 31, 2008

The Real Slim Shady

I am what you’d call a photographer. This is not to be confused with photogenic. I am not what you’d call photogenic. I tell people, “There is a reason I stay behind the lens.” Most photographs of me are not anything I’d show with any modicum of comfort. There have been very, very few posted on Latent Images, and for good reason. I don’t like to scare new readers away. In fact, the only ones posted of me here are of me with Zozer, and it’s only so when she grows up she has some photographic evidence that Mommy doesn’t indeed have a Nikon permanently attached to her face.

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May 30, 2008

For M


I snapped these pix of Zozo during M’s last business trip, and he gets such a kick out of them that he’s been requesting I post them to the blog ever since. The quality is horrible, because I used my BlackBerry to snap them, so I could instant message them to M on his BlackBerry, but you get the idea.

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May 29, 2008

Fresh flowers (thanks Judy!)

One of the greatest things in the world is when you have a really crappy afternoon at work (that’s not the greatest thing…bear with me here) and then someone brings you beautiful flowers cut fresh from her garden.

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May 28, 2008

(in)fertility garden

Back when we were struggling to get pregnant, I turned to a support group for, well, support. (Duh.) It was the safest place in the world for me to be at that time, among women who knew what I was feeling and who didn’t judge or preach or say things like, “Just relax!” or “When are you going to have a baby?” Our therapist, Maria, is to this day a dear friend, and I was lucky enough to have her for my pre-natal yoga instructor once we did conceive.

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May 27, 2008

My Door

I’ve been mostly home-bound this weekend, working on a big project, which has been great but not exactly conducive to finding new things to shoot.

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May 26, 2008

Mi familia

Didn’t shoot a single frame today, but busy with other photographic endeavors to which you shall be privy sometime in the very near future.

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