tag:www.grrltravels.com,2008:/greetings//8 2007-05-01T20:53:16Z A photoblog Movable Type 3.31 tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.656 2007-05-01T20:50:28Z 2007-05-01T20:53:16Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I am about to start working in earnest on my photography skillz. I am excited and nervous at the same time. This is a photo of my 81-year-old aunt making egg salad for our lunch. She loves to cook and she is wonderful at it. I love to watch her cook. In fact K. and I want to make a documentary of her cooking and talking. It would be a great film. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.648 2007-04-17T03:11:18Z 2007-04-17T03:20:01Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> Oh I know this shot is a bit gratuitous, but I just like it. I like the colors and the water and the tub and her expression. It makes me happy. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.647 2007-04-13T03:03:51Z 2007-04-17T03:42:41Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> We spend a lot of time in doctor's offices. A. Lot. Of. Time. Too much time. And much of that time Z. is naked. Waiting and waiting and waiting for the doctor. For a long time as soon as she hit the rustle-y paper she would start to cry. For some reason this photo captures the pathos of the moment for me, her mother. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.646 2007-04-08T02:53:30Z 2007-04-17T03:42:28Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I do not think this is a wonderful photograph. I think it is interesting, and I like the documentary feel that the B&W gives it. I want to take interesting, good shots that have the same feel as this shot. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.645 2007-04-04T02:52:47Z 2007-04-17T03:42:09Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> My E. has beautiful eyes and hair that is usually too long. The two long hair isn't his fault. It's my fault. But every time we go to get it cut they cut his bangs so short that I can't take him out in public for a few weeks. Well, I do, of course, so I suppose I should say that I can't stand to look at him with his goofily short bangs. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.644 2007-04-01T02:45:23Z 2007-04-17T03:41:54Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I've grown tired of taking self portraits. I cannot think of myself in any way that is meaningful photographically speaking. But this shot of me at the flea market in a round vintage mirror? This is a good shot of me, the real me, the inside me. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.632 2007-03-22T03:16:40Z 2007-03-22T03:20:44Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> This doesn't feel all that relevant to the first day of spring. It was cold here. And Wednesdays are busy. And I don't have a spring shot floating around. I am trying to document our everyday life, but in an interesting way. I try to see shots that I wouldn't normally see, notice things that slip by, make our life interesting. What could be better practice than to make this life interesting? tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.631 2007-03-16T02:42:42Z 2007-03-16T02:47:31Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I love these delicate little birdprints on the very edge of the snow. The last snow of the winter, hopefully. This image is not particularly spring-like, but it makes me think of spring. Everything in March makes me think of spring, including snow, cold winds, shivering crocuses, mud, budless branches, and every other sign of winter you can think of. In March, it's all about spring. Even today. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.630 2007-03-16T02:33:50Z 2007-03-16T02:37:57Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> An empty airport feels so much freer than a full one. Somehow, you are suddenly outside the boundaries of normal travel. The rushing, the snacks, the bustling bathrooms, they do not belong to you. Instead you are in a world of silence, more seats than you could ever need, room for the carryons and the big stroller and the bottles of water and the computer, ipod, dvd player, novel, newspaper, cellphone, and even the kids. There is room for everything. Right up until you board the plane. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.624 2007-03-09T02:23:05Z 2007-08-30T15:56:19Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I'm thinking I'm going to have to find empty airports more often. Of course that is easier said than done now that you can't get in without a ticket. Do you remember the days of meeting your friends and family at the gate? Seems like a million years ago, doesn't it. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.620 2007-03-06T02:20:11Z 2007-03-09T02:28:07Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I want to work on travel shots whenever we are traveling. Does anyone use pay phones these days? Pay phones signify desperation to me because I only use a pay phone when things are very, very bad. We were stuck in the airport. Our flight was delayed an hour and it was late already. The airport was empty, which added to the feeling of being stuck. We were sadly heading home. Stuck, stuck, stuck. Do these payphones say stuck to you? tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.614 2007-02-16T01:33:38Z 2007-02-16T01:43:12Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> The ice. It was so gorgeous. The sun shone on it and it sparkled and glittered and turned the burbs into a fairyland. If I could have ditched the kids I so would have, and bundled up, and braved the bitter, windy cold, and shot and shot and shot and shot until the ice melted and the trees were once again lifeless and the sun went down. As it was, we spent the cold, shimmery day in the mall. Far, far away from the fairies and glitzy rays of the sun. Too far. This beauty was gleaming in the parking lot of Dunkin Donuts. The Dunkin Donuts parking lot. Was beautiful today. Everything was beautiful. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.607 2007-02-08T18:45:26Z 2007-02-08T18:51:31Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> Well, I know NOW that you are never ever supposed to shoot in direct sunlight in the middle of the day. Especially not on the beach where it is so glare-y. That's all well and good, but then how do you capture all of the beachy goodness in the summer? This strikes me as overexposed and too blue, even after some correction. I like it anyway. Some day I may think this is the lousiest photograph ever, but today, I like it. I can already see a huge difference between the photographs I took last summer and what I am shooting now. The classes, they are working. Cool. P.S. The one child that is sort of looking at the camera is mine. He's all squinty, but at least he was looking in my general direction. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.606 2007-02-08T18:40:40Z 2007-02-08T18:45:19Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> The boys were very busy. What they were busy doing is anyone's guess. Mostly they were busy getting sand in their underwear and diapers. Two of the boys needed to "slide" down the hill with their plastic chairs in their hands to maintain ownership. In any case, they were all having a lot of fun. tag:www.grrltravels.com,2007:/greetings//8.605 2007-02-08T18:33:56Z 2007-02-08T18:42:30Z

amy www.grrltravels.com ]]> I hate all of the photos I took before I started shooting raw. They are just too frustrating for me. Of course at times I tell myself that I should force myself to shoot in jpg to practice getting my exposures right, but I love the raw too much. I'm raw, baby, raw! I'm a raw girl. Well, at least for now. It's still cold here. Hence the beach shot. The exposure was a bit off on this shot, but I like photos that are over contrasty and over saturated.