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Props and poses

Today I’m checking out (verbally) and am just tossing out a few shots that my husband, Carrie and I took of the band after our gig last weekend. We had learned our lesson from the many failed attempts of our first photo shoot, and this time around came armed with props: an Audrey Hepburn-style cigarette holder. A top hat. An umbrella with a parrot head.

A cloche hat.

A pot of tea.

The melodica.

A harmonica.

This recorder.

Props make posing so much easier, because instead of wigging out over your awkward interaction with the staring eye in the scary lens, you can just ignore the camera and interact with your prop instead.

The parrot head and I became quite close. I dubbed him Mr. Snoffelhopper and told him all my deepest, darkest secrets–like the time when I consumed that family-sized bag of Doritos in one fell sitting.

Of course, my sister Erica was in on that too. She goaded me on, Mr. Snoffelhopper, I explained, so you can see that I’m really not such a bad person! Really!

And he nodded his parroty head in wise understanding.

More shots to come, but for now . . .

Adieu and bon weekend!

Baby and Mama

These are the final pictures I have of Heidi and little James.

Big deal, you may be thinking, you can just take more pictures when you see him again.

But here’s the thing: I have no idea when I will see Baby James next–by that time, I may have to drop the word ‘Baby’ off his name.

They change so fast! Even if I see him in a mere 4 or 5 months, he will be crawling by then! Walking! Talking! Enrolling in his first undergraduate program!

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little.

Plus, I don’t see how he ever stands a chance of walking on this little lump of a foot.

Or writing a college essay with this little appendage.

Here is his precious little face as he experienced a nightmare.

I have never seen anything so pitiful.

The impulse to gather the little guy to my bosom was overwhelming. Thankfully his mama took care of that so that I could continue to snap away with my camera.

It’s okay little guy! It was just a dream!

I wonder what babies even have nightmares about.

. . . and then I tried to manipulate the metal hand, but that stuffed pink bear was just out of reach, and I couldn’t manage to grab it with the claw! And then I realized the metal hand was my actual hand and that I have no motor control yet!

Or is it more like: and I sucked and sucked, but NO MILK CAME OUT!


We’ll probably never know.

Have a great weekend everyone!