Last spring I had the honor and pleasure of spending an afternoon at the Buffalo Zoo with Norah and her family. We checked out the animals, played in the lilac bushes, and had fun with reflections at the sea lion exhibit. Thanks to Norah and her family for letting me capture your fun afternoon!
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Those of you who followed my syllabus project might remember the photography-related assignments. I wanted to explore the possibility of a side business, and that exploration has paid off. I’ve been quietly taking on clients and shooting as much as I can. I plan to officially launch in early 2012, and I’m very excited.
If there’s not enough going on as it is, I have also started a second, photo-only blog about my life in Buffalo. Here’s how I describe the mission of that project:
“Like most people who live and work in my city, I’ve been asked, “Why Buffalo?” Why live here? Why buy a house here? Why deal with the weather? Often I wish I could show those who ask a series of moments from my life: a nice dinner with friends or a beautiful day in Delaware Park or the many times my neighborhood feels more like a small village of 100 and not a city. In those moments, I think, “This is Buffalo” and I know why I’m here. These photos are the closest I could come to capturing and sharing those moments.”
If that description interests you, please visit THIS IS BFLO.
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All photos taken in Madrid on the first leg of our honeymoon; I couldn’t choose five. The weather was perfect the entire time we were there: warm days, blue skies, bright and blooming flora. We slept late every day, walked miles upon miles, and stopped to drink wine & beer and eat tapas whenever we wanted. Perfect.
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We got back from Spain on Saturday night. Our honeymoon was wonderful, a total blast. Sean, in a habit learned from his mother, will often declare things “magnificent” or “stupendous.” When, on the last night of our trip, he stated that our honeymoon was “spectacular,” I did not tease him. It was.
Obvious post-Europe visit thoughts: so America is pretty isolated, huh? And Europeans are pretty lucky to have access to wildly different cultures by jumping on a high-speed train, short cheap flight, or quick moving ferry? I was and am jealous.
We managed to make it to a friend’s birthday party on Saturday night after we got back, despite the long day of travel and jet lag. We drank beer and wine, got caught up on Occupy activities, and looked at each other with knowing glances. The looks said, “These people are great, we are so lucky. These people are home.”
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