Category Archives: Photography

Sending You Elsewhere

Just before BlogHer, Tracey asked me if I’d be interested in writing a post for Shutter Sisters. I can’t even begin to tell you how flattered and thrilled that I was because have you seen the photographers that post there? They’re amazing. my post is up now, if you’re interested.
Since I’m talking about photography, I thought I’d post a few of my favorite recent photos.
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Sleeping in Mama's bed
I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend.

When in Doubt (or in Thyroid Hell) Post Pictures!

When I came home from BlogHer, I had all of these profound! And Wonderful! things that I wanted to write about. But I was tired. Very, very tired. So, I would say “I will write about it tomorrow after I catch up on my rest!”
Here we are 5 days later and I am still tired. The kind of tired that has me knocked flat on my ass and it hit me that it probably has nothing to do with the trip to San Francisco –a) I didn’t leave my time zone as it was in the same state b) I got more sleep while there than I normally do at home c) I did not once get drunk, which, CRAZY, I know!– and everything to do with my mother effing thyroid. It’s been over 2 months since my last TSH test and I am pretty sure that it’s crashing again and I need a medication adjustment. It’s not just “The Tired” that leads me to this conclusion, but also the fact that I’ve been doing boneheaded things, like, losing my cell phone (have never in my life lost a cell phone) and then losing the box with the charger to my new phone at the hotel. (p.s. if I had your number, can you please text me or email me your number again? Am feeling horribly lost without your names in my contacts list.)
Until this brain of mine is functioning again, which will hopefully be by tonight, because I really need my brain tonight, I am going to leave you with my favorite pictures from San Francisco. Lame, I know. Take it up with my thyroid, man.
Trolley Fun!
Lindsay was a good sport and posed for a few shots while we were waiting for the trolley to leave. They ended up being some of my best shots. Ever.
View from the 11th floor
The view from the Alpha Mom (a.k.a cheeseburger headquarters) Suite on the 11th floor of the Westin St. Francis. Strangely, there was no screen in the window, which made me very happy (because I could get awesome pictures) but also terrified me so much that my vagina went weak with fear. Like, literally, I felt the fear in my vagina as I leaned out.
Sleep is for the Weak.
Taken at the book signing for Sleep is for the Weak (the lovechild of Rita. I was supposed to be in that book, but being the flake that I am, forgot to turn in my stuff in time. Kicking myself for eternity for that one.
On the streets of San Francisco.
I stopped to take pictures of this man and his jewelery in an attempt to get rid of the homeless man who was trying to pick up on me. At first it was a great conversation, but then he asked if I was single while staring at my tittays and I was like “WHOA.” But still, he was nice, so I continued to be polite, but then he refused to believe that I was married because I wasn’t wearing a wedding ring and I was like “this conversation must come to an end now!” I suppose that’s why I love this picture so much, because I will forever be reminded of the fact that a homeless man tried to “get with this” and that can only mean one thing… THAT I’VE STILL GOT IT.
San Fran Bokeh
This was taken on a cruise (thank you, Isabel! and Nintendo!) of the San Francisco Bay. I wanted a different perspective of the city lights, so I turned off auto focus and went for some preeeetty bokeh. I love the results. (And THANK YOU to Shutter Sisters for making this shot the “Daily Click.”)
And last, but certainly not least…
Sea of Bagged  Heads.
Because a room full of women whom I love, respect and admire wearing McDonald’s hats on their heads WHILE having Serious Conversations will never stop being funny to me. NEVER.

Pictures While You Wait for Answers.

Today is my one day a week off, so I’ll be heading out for some time with My Girl. I thought I’d post some of my (favorite) most recent pictures since there are some of you out there who actually enjoy my photos and have asked that I post more. (Which, I can’t lie, kind of made me feel good about myself, so, thank you.)
Busy Bee
The Freeway


Thanks for playing along with the “ask me a question” game. I will be answering them during the week.

Not a Photographer

I have posted most of my photos from NYC on flickr, I have a few more to post, but not many more. I am really disappointed with the pictures that I took. I was too busy socializing (BEER PONG!!) and lost sight of my goal to dedicate at least one day to photograph the city.
I did get a few shots that I love, but my absolute favorite is one that I didn’t take.
Quite possibly my favorite person in the world (or at least on the internet)
Meeting Rich was most definitely the highlight of my trip, he’s seriously THAT awesome.
Here are a few shots that I took, sadly, these are as good as they get.
On the streets of NYC
Spring in The City
Panning Taxis. (You can see the rest of the photos HERE)

The Bloody Feet.

New York,
You kill me.
The walking, the honking. the random crazy ass bitches who wanna shank me in times square for no reason at all, the public urinating, the pushing, the shoving, the NOT SAYING I’M SORRY OR EXCUSE ME, the constipation (New York, you constipate me) the loud ass mother fucking early morning bells, the over priced EVERYTHING… and yet? I love you and would go back tomorrow. Ok, maybe not tomorrow, but most definitely after the ex-lax kicks in and I’m feeling “regular” again.
Busy New  York City
Lots of pictures and stories to come…

A Good Eye.

He has a good eye
I decided to live a little dangerously and let my son take a few pictures with the new camera. (I was weak in the knees and various other places *VAGINA* while he was holding it. Ah!) He’s always telling me things like “this would make such a great pictures, Mom!” But, until tonight, I’ve been too chicken to hand over the camera.
While we were out for a walk tonight, he saw these sunflowers and told me I should take some shots of them up against the mountains. I took a deep breath, removed the camera strap from around my neck, handed it to him and said “you take one.”
I wish I had captured the smile on his face because it was beautiful.
“Are you serious, Mom? You’ll let me take a picture with your new camera?”
“Yes. I’m serious.”
(It was a Moment.)
I explained a little to him what the numbers meant and stepped back while he shot away.
I think that shot proves he definitely has an eye for photography.
I figure as his mother, I should definitely teach him what little I know and allow him to explore the desire he has to take pictures.
Even if it does mean handing over the Rebel. (Ahhh, weak again.)
Not bad for his first try, eh?