12.23.2007

Playing With Light

Allow me to showcase some of my semi-bad but not horrible photography:

The above photo is my brother Jimmy outside church this morning. He is taking refuge in my shadow.

This is my sister Katie and my brother Jimmy. Cute kids.

I had a photo shoot today with Katie and apple. Fun stuff but unfortunately no exceptional results.


I'm lucky, though, because it's incredibly difficult to take a bad picture of Katie.


See, even the bad photos look good with this girl.


So it's easy to end up with shots that I really like, like this one. I totally love my sister.


Sometimes she may doze off in front of the camera...


...Or even get a little exasperated...

But we usually both end up feeling pretty satisfied with my shots. =D


We had my Mom's side of the family over for her birthday dinner tonight. This is my brother David and my Grandpa. I'll leave it to you to guess which one's which.


These are some of my boy cousins being, well, boy cousins.

These are my brothers Tommy and Billy. They're really really happy to see me.


This is Billy, still uncontainably excited, about 10 minutes before he threw a ball across the top of that bookshelf knocking over those candles and spilling hot wax and broken glass everywhere. Oh, we've had a great night. You've just got to love those family get-togethers. Tonight we are left with the souvenir of a large red spot of wax on the wall that I've artistically and creatively entitled Blood Stain. We were discussing the idea of framing it and calling it modern art, but I think we may eventually just end up cleaning it.


So I couldn't resist. I had to take more Katie photos. This girl really makes me look like a good photographer. She's gonna grow up to be a total hottie (hell, she already is), but boys, keep in mind I'm watching you.


She's just so damn CUTE!!


I close with an artistic self-portrait.

Maybe two self-portraits. This is what I did when I was (well, instead of) getting ready for dinner tonight.

Have a good night, ladies and gentlemen!! Excitingly enough, I have a dog to take care of tonight! My 16-year-old dog Barkley died about a year ago and in the past month or two I've been trying to convince my Mom to let me get another dog (I really want something to go on walks with that I DON'T have to talk to). She has adamantly and persistently said no, but tonight a dog literally showed up on my doorstep. I think it's one of my neighbor's dogs, but it had a rope tied tightly around its neck that had been broken. This dog clearly ran away from somewhere. We'll probably take it out tomorrow knocking on doors to try to find owners, but tonight...I have a dog.

It's cool to have a dog in my bed with me but I'm slightly worried that I'll wake up to pee stains on my comforter...and my hands already smell strongly of dog.
Damn it.

But it's okay. How can I complain?

Happy Christmas Eve Eve,
Emily


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