i heart faces: hilarious outtakes

I shot about 1000+  images over the Christmas week. There was bound to be a few (hundred) outtakes.

This one of my husband's cousin, Rachel, eating her post-unwrapping presents dessert.... I think she was tired of my lens in her face by this time.

Each year, our Uncle Julius wants to wear this shirt to our family Christmas lunch. And each year, my aunt tells him 'no.' So each year he hides the shirt under sweater or pullover and eventually gets too hot to keep said sweater or pullover on. This was right before it made its annual appearance.

Head on over to i heart faces for more funny outtakes!

Lately...

As you can see, I haven't been up to much lately- photography speaking, of course. I'm hoping to sign up for an SMU photography class by Rob Hull, but as I understand, his courses fill up fast. Crossing my fingers I can get in as he teaches in Plano, so that would be pretty much perfect.

Update: I just got in the class! Whoop!!! Can't wait for it to start in February!

just a couple of shots from the past few weeks

These past few weeks have been so busy. I've been shooting but definitely not as much as I'd like. Here are just a few of what I've shot. I'm still working on a logo, so forgive all the changes!

hello, goodbye

one sissy saying hello to another upon her return from her first year at college. even though it wasn't taken with my 'fancy' camera, I'm so happy i captured this shot.

listening

"Can I crack the egg in the bowl?"

"If I do it gently, can I please hold your new puppy?"

"Is Elvis still alive?"

My niece is full of things that I wish I had more of- wonder, excitement, curiosity, playfulness, bravery, certainty.

I listen to her and I remember being like her. Before the homework gets to you. Before the peer pressure and school rumors chip at your happiness. Long before dating and unreturned affections, and taxes and bills, and presidential races. Long before life catches up with you.

To be seven again...when life was good because hula hoops waited for your return all day.

working hands

After work last week, my husband decided to go outside to do some yard work. I spotted his hands- his strong, working hands that provide for me as his wife. I am so blessed by his simple hands. They don't have diamonds on them. They don't gold rings on each finger. But they're mine and they're perfect as they are.

It is amazing and powerful what those hands accomplish. They hold mine tightly when I get scared taking off on plane rides. They bring me my nightly vitamins every day. They envelop my hands when we are praying in church. They tuck me in at night. They hold my face tenderly when he kisses me. And for this and more, I'm so blessed.