Just messing with Photoshop this afternoon. I tried this once before and ended up with demon-eyed children. Subtlety works better, I think.
Two very excellent professional photographer acquaintances of mine (Jason and Darcy at Revival Arts) are a huge photographic inspiration to me. I am in awe of the shots they think of, let alone take. While we were on the Oregon Coast, I thought I might try emulating some shots I’ve seen on their blog (which you should totally check out – it’s over there, on the right).
What do you think? Did they work?
That’s Ben. At first I was sure this was going to be a remake of White Men Can’t Jump because Ben could not get off the ground. He managed this shot pretty well.
And this is Hannah. I set the camera on high speed continuous shooting and managed to pull out a couple of good frames. She was game to keep jumping, but I think that may have been because she was so psyched to be at the ocean.
The family (including my parents) went out for Chinese food last night. It was good, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I love Wonton soup. The rest of the menu, at most of the places around here, is okay, but I really like Wonton soup. Broccoli, pork and those little brains floating around in that delicious broth has become my only reason to go to our local Chinese restaurants.
I’ve tried to get Ben (the pickiest eater I could have ever asked for as a son) to eat some of this soup by using young boy psychology: “Ben, you should try this. It’s got brains in it.”
Ben’s reply? “Ew. Why would I want to eat brains?”
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 400; 1/50 sec.
This is Space Mountain. My son had never taken a ride on a “real” roller coaster before, so I felt some trepidation about taking him on Space Mountain as his first roller coaster experience. We got on, rode up the first climb and felt the cold air at the top. As we peaked and took the first turn, Ben stayed quiet. As we were whipped through consecutive curves, Ben stayed quiet. As I screamed and yelled, Ben stayed quiet. When we came to a stop I looked over at Ben. He was looking straight ahead, eyes bugged out, and still quiet.
Thinking I had traumatized Ben, I asked (a little scared), “So, what did you think?”
Ben says, his voice a crescendo, “That…WAS…AWESOME!”
Ben’s a roller coaster nut. Yay!
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f8; ISO 100; 1/640 sec.
The force is strong with them.
My kids, the girl with the braid and the blond boy next to her, received their diplomas stating that their training as Jedi was complete. I’m pretty sure I was giggling and wishing that I could have been up their with them.
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f9; ISO 100; 1/250 sec.
Two days ago Ben, my son, demanded to speak to me on the cell phone. During our talk, he informed me that he wanted to play chess with me. When I got home Ben tells me that he has no idea how to play, but that we’ll learn together. We played, and I won. I’m competitive and I love my son but he’s six and I’m not letting him beat me – yeah, I’m petty that way. I managed to snap a few photos along the way.
Lucky me, in so many ways.
Pentax K20D; Pentax SMC M 50mm; f1.7; ISO 200; 1/320 sec.
We had gotten up at 4:00 am to get to the plane on time, spent a couple of hours flying, a couple of hours waiting for luggage and then in transportation to the hotel. We had packed our luggage into the hotel and then had a few hours to kill. I thought my kids were going to falter, spaz out, start crying uncontrollably.
While killing time, we traveled to “Downtown Disney.” My children, who minutes earlier were begging to be carried and asking when we could go to the hotel to lie down, started dancing to the soundtrack of my wife’s life (think ’80’s and ’90’s top 40).
Ben, who begs to be carried and to go home at the best of times, saw the Lego Store in the offing and broke into a sprint. I thought of calling after him. Instead, I broke into a sprint as well, and tried to beat him to the store. Childlike excitement, 1; maturity, 0.
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f6.3; ISO 100; 1/125 sec.