Let me get this straight: I am not a wedding photographer; I only take photos of them taking photos of weddings. It’s a meta thing. To the left, if you haven’t guessed, is the photographer. To the right, Janine the Bride. Or vice versa, if you’re dyslexic or da Vinci. Or in another world entirely, looking through Alice in Wonderland’s mirror. Whatever. I have an open mind. For all I know, in a parallel universe somewhere, brides wear black pants…
…of the rest of my life. So cliché, yet so true. I feel like I’ve just finished watching the season finale of a much loved show, where the cliffhanger is a major change in the characters’ lives. Something at once wonderful and painful has ended on a very poignantly heartbreaking note, but you know it’s necessary and that it allows for a completely new start when the season begins again. And so much love abounds. Everyone loves the show and…
I saw these questions circulating among romance-reading bloggers, and since I’m not likely to be tagged these days, I thought I’d just snag and use them for a post. This heat wave makes me lazy, yes. 1. When did you first start blogging and why? This depends on the definition of blogging. If it means posting regularly online using a dedicated content management system like Blogger, Greymatter, MovableType, or WordPress, then I started blogging in January 2001. If it means…
I don’t like Hummers, but I do like the current batch of TV ads they have out for the H3. One of the two ads I’ve seen has a vegan guy at the grocery checkout counter with his organic vegetables and tofu, and he looks a bit enviously at the guy behind him in line because he’s got a huge side of ribs and other kinds of red meat. Next thing you know, the vegan goes out and buys an…
Just an old shot of some flowers H.E. gave me. It and a few others were in the batch of photos of Janine’s wedding because I didn’t get a chance to download them before I left town. Share this post: