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…
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)
…taken with my iPhone
And THIS is why I take pictures. There are some things that a person simply cannot make up all on their lonesome. Had I told my friends that I saw a vehicle that was half motorcycle and half station wagon, they’d think that I was attempting to fabricate some lame comedic moment. But no, such a vehicle does actually exist.
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.