I've been toying around with some PS Actions lately, specifically the ones posted by The Pioneer Woman whose photography I really like. (It totally helps if you live on a working ranch and can include pictures of blue sky and not pictures of telephone wires, but whatever.)
A quick one of Anna being petulant (before and after...not after being petulant, still petulant, but before and after the Fresh & Colorful action):
Mom: Eddie, you have stinky feet. Eddie: Everyone has stinky feet. Mom: Everyone? Why does everyone have stinky feet? [why does that sound grammatically incorrect?] Eddie: Because God made them that way. Mom: God made everyone with stinky feet? Eddie: Yes. God loves stinky feet so he gave them to everyone.
From a photo shoot earlier this week for the site Pick a Stitch, hand embroidered and personalized children's clothes. Cutest ever!! Not all the shots by a long shot, but some that I've had time to do.
I have a rented 100mm f 2.0 lens that I have to return soon. Some shots from it while I take a break from processing some recent shoots.
I really do, especially when you get the call on THE DAY BEFORE THEY ARE DUE that you owe into the 5 figures. To say it impacts your day to the tune of a bottle of wine is an understatement. Because honestly, when you have four kids under five, you don't get the option of curling up with a bottle of wine to figure out how your taxes got so completely screwed up. Well, you can if you want to wake up at the crack of dawn owing a lot of taxes AND with a hangover that a 3, 2, or 1 year old really could care less about when they need their diaper changed and to watch Super Why. (Super Why. That's kind of what I'm thinking myself.) Can you please explain to me how a family who added a little tax deduction this year still owes this much money? We have four of them for heavens' sake. It turns out we are being taxed doubly, on personal and business income; apparently it's not enough to own the business and pay taxes through your W-2, you also need to pay taxes on money that appears momentarily as profit right before it goes out to your three new employees. Blech. Wine anyone? No thank you, I just did.
Maybe it's because she won't sit still. Maybe it's because she flinches. But whatever the reason, I mean, really. What's up with those bangs? New studio lights. No rhyme or reason. No great shots, just snaps with a (kind of) willing subject. (Eddie had abandoned me 15 minutes before telling me that he was tired of helping me and really just didn't care anymore.)
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