Where’s your stuff?

I was recently asked by a client, “Where’s your stuff? I checked your website and your Facebook page and neither had been updated with your recent stuff. Where’s your Fifty-Shades shoot?” The client was right. I have not been staying on top of my social media advertising. Maybe it’s a good thing since I’ve been so busy. Everything with me has been word of mouth and the word on the street must be pretty darn good. Besides, the client hasn’t even read “Fifty Shades.” If she had, she would already understand why those photos aren’t posted and can’t be posted… But here’s a teaser…

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Because I’m a fan…

Tweeter Kelby

Remember the scene in the movie “Gladiator” when Maximus says to Proximo, “You knew Marcus Aurelius?” Proximo responded, “I didn’t say that I knew him! I said that he touched me once!” Ok, so you know where this is going right? What’s greater than one of your idols actually taking a moment to respond to a tweet? I’m a HUGE Kelby fan. I own his books, I follow his blogs, he’s got a great team behind him and yeah… I’m a bit giddy about getting a response not just because I’m a fan, but because he’s got a GAZILLION fans who are smiling big old Joker from Batman smiles just like I am every time he takes the time to acknowledge a fan.

Not part of today’s plan…

There’s something freakishly convenient about the camera on my iPhone. It’s more readily available than my Nikon. I have no problem with keeping it on my lap or on the console of my car. My Nikon, not so much. I handle my Nikon with the care of a mother handling her newborn child. My iPhone has the freedom of a 19 year-old with keys to a Ferrari while the Nikon peers out the window waiting patiently until I take it out to play. Freedom comes at a price…a much cheaper price. My iPhone was acquired a la upgrade privilege from Sir AT&T and cost less than dinner with my husband at the local pizza parlor while my bouncing baby D700 came at the tally of one month’s mortgage for me and a gal pal. Yes, I mean two mortgages.

Something’s gonna have to give. My paparazzi senses start tingling and I immediately reach for my iPhone. If I waste one moment thinking about grabbing the Nikon, the iPhone misses the shot. I can only relate this to tattling on my brothers when I was a child – if one suffered, we all suffered. There was really no point in tattling unless I too, wanted to suffer the wrath.

I’ve been thinking about bringing home a new “baby” to give the D700 some freedom but I’m not sure if I want to give up my own freedom. Okay, so I’m starting to understand why some people only want one child. I’m also starting to appreciate why someone would purchase a fancy car, spend a mint on it and not drive it daily. I don’t think that I want more responsibility and I don’t think that my Nikon wants to be dangling out of a window like a reckless teenager.

I reckon the iPhone will be my adrenaline junkie, GXS-R roadie and partner in roller coaster chasing. The Nikon will be spared and savor es for finer things.

(Snagged these on I95 with the iPhone today)

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A moment in time…

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…taken with my iPhone

This is a photo of a project that I finished with my husband. I found the idea on Pinterest and have no idea why the thought of trailing my family’s photos down a wall never occurred to me. My husband handled the hammer and nails, and I only needed to tell him where I wanted him to hang the frames. Once the frames were mounted, I selected the photos in which to fill the frames. Simple enough, right? Wrong. It was one of the most tasking emotional experiences that I’ve had since my husband and I decided to make a life together. Photos have a way of taking you right back to a moment in a way that the memory simply cannot perfect. I cried as I selected my photos. The photos date back to when my husband and I were dating, include the birth of our daughter and various family Christmases. I can now relive the amazing life that I have built with my family everytime I walk down the stairs.

Purchasing a camera is probably one of the best decisions that I have ever made. A camera doesn’t just capture the happiest moments of your life. It reminds you of how blessed you are even when you’ve forgotten to be thankful for you life.

Cake Batter – RAW vs. Jpeg

I recently had a very interesting conversation about photography. A friend wanted to know the difference between RAW photos and JPG images. I paused before giving my friend my response because I immediately started to think about some of the responses that had been provided to me when I first became interested in photography. None of the responses provided to me years ago were simple and I wanted to make sure that my friend could make of the concept that I would explain.

Think of a RAW images as cake batter and JPGs like fully decorated cakes. Cake batter can be modified quite easily to become different kinds of cakes. A fully decorated cake is far more difficult to manipulate. Sure, one could scrape off the icing of a fully decorated cake and attempt to redecorate it but can the flavor truly be manipulated? Attempting to decorate a cake that has already been decorated will prove to be more trouble than it’s worth. It just makes more sense to manipulate cake batter. Change the flavor of a cake or add more sugar to the batter before you place the mixture in the oven.