Today I worked on the face . . . adjusting, adjusting and adjusting.

It’s getting there.  Other than final details, like defining the glasses and some highlights, I’m afraid I’ll overwork the face if I keep fussing with it.  Some work on the hands, and finalizing the necklace, should finish it.  I’ll do that tomorrow.

When we hiked up to Jakhoo, the temple to Hanuman way up the hill in Shimla, we participated in the puja, which is a hindu prayer ceremony. James’ tika came out beautifully comma shaped, and I snapped this on the way down.

This little girl is a going concern, always moving and ever-busy. What fun to try to keep up with her with the camera! Sister and brother helped too.

Every year Linda, my awesome wife, books me in to get a few shots of our two boys for Christmas cards (yes, it’s that busy that she actually makes a booking) and every year I come back to look through the images and can’t believe how much older they look.

We popped down to the rocks yesterday afternoon to find windy conditions with large surf but still had no problem finding a spot for a few snaps. The boys were great and pretty much know that if dad can grab a few photos quickly we can put the camera away and have a mess around. When they were young, it used to be sand castles and digging in the sand. Once older it became throwing rocks and climbing – these days it’s can we get some food we’re starving.

I really am lucky to have such a great family and funnily enough, it’s not until I stop to look at some photos that it really does sink in how good things are. Where would we be without photos…

My two boys - growing up fast

Check the hair - Mattie's going afro!

Jordan - the style master

The boys with our newest addition to the family - ROXY

Guillermo is 17 and from Mexico. His work is stunning.

ไปเจอเจ้าน้องหมาผู้นี้แถวๆหอสมุดเกษตรค่ะ ก็เลยได้ภาพสบายๆมาฝาก

Playing hide and seek with him around KU library

Recently Chase Jarvis overheard a conversation of so called “purist” photographers complaing about how modern photogs are “cheating” using photoshop. Then he posted a photo that Richard Avedon sent to his printer.

This was a beauty shoot showcasing Charisa Palo’s make up work.

My Photography Workflow.

Step 1: Show model how to pose.

Step 2: Tell her to stop laughing at me

Step 3. Capture the photograph.

Step 4: Ya done. Admire the work.

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CALLING ALL PHOTOGRAPHERS, MAKE-UP ARTISTS, AND THE LIKE!!!

I am incredibly interesting in doing something like this, but I am none of these. If you are interested in doing something like this in the Sacramento area, please contact me and let me know.

Bientôt je mettrai un élément graphique pour illustrer le compte rendu, mais là comme je peux pas dormir, je me dois de pousser un cri virtuel : c’était trooooooooooooooooooooooooooop bien !! En dehors du fait que du dernier album je connaissais uniquement Pussy …

Ils ont joué Weisses Fleish, Sonne, Du hast,  Engel, Links 234, Seeman, Benzin, Keine Lust et puis je me rappelle plus les autres … Ah si bien sur, Ich will !! Et Feuer Frei !!Je trouvais que le public était pas très réactif, et pas très enthousiaste. Enfin pour certains titres comme Links 234 ça a bien marché mais des fois c’était mitigé. (la liste révèle mon ignorance en allemand)

Le spectacle était vraiment énorme : beau, chaud, original, varié, enflammé, pailleté, limite pour les petits enfants, long, passionant … 1h40 de concert génial. Je me demande si dans des meilleures conditions, ils ne font pas durer le plaisir plus longtemps ! (la liste révèle mon manque cruel de vocabulaire)

Enfin bref, conseillé à tous. Ils passent à Lyon bientôt, et puis à Paris le 8 et le 9  décembre ;  et à Londres en février. Après mars, je sais pas … (la liste révèle mon enthousiasme débordant : je viens de regarder si je pourrai y retourner dans une autre ville)

+:)

ps: promis je me mets à l’allemand

pps: merci aux gens qui ont mis mon blog dans leur favori (ou presque et qui y vont souvent )

ppps: groupie attitude totalement assumée

pppps: un vieux dessin pour la route, vieille photo toute pourrie d’un Till à l’aquarelle. Vive sa coiffure.

I’ve been trying to keep up with doing a shoot everyday. For today’s photos, I went with a photo that has quite an obvious initial meaning but with more thought, there is more to the picture. I won’t give anymore away.

P.S. Since I’m trying to shoot everyday, I will be needing numerous models. If you’re interested, contact me. I’m also open to ideas for collaborations so if you’re interested in that, make sure to hit me up.

Beautiful Daisy.

This one is super fun and easy to win!  Just go to my Facebook Fan Page and look for the image below on the wall or in the “Promotions” album.  Then tag yourself anywhere in the image and you will be entered to win a FREE portrait session!  You can tag your friends as well!!  Enter (tag) as many friends as you want!  The winner will be chosen at random this Friday November 20th!!

**Contest is open to Florida residents only .

Portrait of newborn Katalina made with large format camera 4×5

Today I met Chase & Chase’s Mom, Melissa @ Gas Works Park, Seattle, WA for his senior portrait photo shoot. The weather was bad. Rainy & windy. Not much sun on the horizon. BUT, we managed to get some great shots! That’s all that matters. ^_^

Thank you very much Melissa & Chase!

Will add more photos tonight & tomorrow.

Jag har spenderat kvällen med underbara Kajsa, Daniel och Gustav. Inte nog med att jag har haft en härlig stund med min absoluta favoritmodell, jag blev bjuden på god mat också. Det här är första bilden i en riktigt fin serie.

I’ve spent the evening with lovely Kajsa, Daniel and Gustav. Not only did i get a photo session with my absolute favorite modell, I was invited for a very nice dinner, too. This is the first image in a beautiful series.

Theme – portrait lightning

‘Twas the week before Santa and all through the Shoppe
The photographers busied themselves setting up…

The costumes were hung in the studio with care,
In hopes that the children would like them to wear;

The backgrounds were ready, the lights metered right,
The props were all set and packed in rather tight.

And Shelly and Ashley arranged the décor
While Ryan called clients, and Michael swept the floor.

When all of a sudden we heard the door, “Jing!”
We looked and we saw the most wonderful thing,

A charming old man in gold colored robe
With a cloak and some slippers topping off his wardrobe.

With a head full of hair that was billowing white
And a beard set to match he was really a sight.

The glasses that sat on his nose were just fine
And upon his head was a wreath made of pine.

And we turned and cried, “Santa! We’re so glad you’re here!
We haven’t seen you since this time last year!”

And he laughed and he stretched out his arms open wide
And he gave us a hug, pulled us in to his side,

And he said, “Oh, my dears, I’m so glad I’ve arrived,
For being with you makes me feel so alive;

But the kids—oh the kids! Now they’re really the reason
That I come to the Portrait Shoppe each Christmas Season;

I love how they smile, how they laugh, how they play,
And the innocent fun that they have every day!

There’s no greater joy that I keep for my part
Than a young girl or boy who feels loved in their heart.

So bring on the children! I can’t wait to see
Who comes here this year to sit on my knee!”

Then laughing he went in the back to prepare
For the kids who’ll be coming to visit him there.

Now he’ll be here two weekends, but only those two
(for as Christmas approaches he’s got LOTS to do):

On the 27th and 28th days of November,
And also the 4th and the 5th of December.

So don’t miss the chance for your own kids to come
And see Santa before he will visit your home.

To make an appointment just reach us by phone:
Call Two, Double Seven, Six, Six, Seven One (277-6671)

We’re awaiting your call, so with Santa we’ll croon,
“Merry Christmas all, we’ll see you here soon!”

Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love. I had not believed this until a small elf-like student with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wondrous gift one Christmas.

Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister’s son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn’t been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.

I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt’s anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.

As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, “Did you really miss me?”

I explained how he had been my best helper. “I was making you a surprise,” he whispered confidentially. “It’s for Christmas.” With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn’t stay after school any more after that.

Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. “I have your present,” he said timidly when I looked up. “I hope you like it.” He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.

“Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?” I asked opening the top to look inside. “

“Oh you can’t see what’s in it,” He replied, “and you can’t touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you’re all alone.”

I gazed into the empty box. “What is it Mark,” I asked gently, “that will make me feel so good?” “It’s love,” he whispered softly, “and mother always said it’s best when you give it away.” And he turned and quietly left the room.

So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it.

Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love.

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