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Oh the irony of a photographer’s daughter resting casually in a basket of soft blankets.  Ghosts of cheesy photo props of my past will haunt me all my days, I fear.

Oh the irony of a photographer’s daughter resting casually in a basket of soft blankets.  Ghosts of cheesy photo props of my past will haunt me all my days, I fear.

Wild Friday night organizing negatives and prints and cataloguing film scans. Using my finest calligraphy pen to caption this print “Left to right: Jason, Black Aggie, Shooting Star Sparkle, Esme” humors me more than it should.

Wild Friday night organizing negatives and prints and cataloguing film scans. Using my finest calligraphy pen to caption this print “Left to right: Jason, Black Aggie, Shooting Star Sparkle, Esme” humors me more than it should.

I hope when I see this picture I’ll remember this day that she danced around belting out Holly Jolly Christmas. Not the whole song, just the first line. Have a Holly Jolly Christmas. All day long.

I hope when I see this picture I’ll remember this day that she danced around belting out Holly Jolly Christmas. Not the whole song, just the first line. Have a Holly Jolly Christmas. All day long.

Sequoia National Park

Last week I spent a few days in LA for work. Before our flight back we took a day to drive up to Sequoia National Park.  My husband borrowed my digital camera for the day and I shot with my Pentax K1000, a roll of cheap black and white film and a roll of Ektar (if you can’t shoot it in California…).  I don’t know what I expected, or if I had an idea of this place, but it was truly amazing.  

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Do you see the tiny little people at the bottom?  These trees.  They are gigantic.

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