The Sweet Life

No food today.  Ok, maybe one shot. The End of Profiteroles @ Bistro Bordeaux . There.  Satisfied? My dad just left town today.  He said that he didn't eat in Chicago, he dined . In the past 2 weeks I've taken 1011 shots. I like maybe 15-20 of them.  Isn't that how it goes? I'm still sorting, learning how to use my editing software, creating slideshows, burning discs for the bride, her friends, and family. While dining out is a lot of fun, it makes for laziness once company leaves and you're left to fend for yourself.  Or send out the boyfriend. The rigid lines of man vs the curves of nature. Things I realized about my photographic style today: I have an eye for lines. I also like reflections. I need more practice, more perspective. I tend to shoot a lot of flowers, food, water scenes, buildings.  I need more subjects. I also need to go to bed.  I've got fall desserts to dream about.

Time is slippery.  Just when you think you have a hold on it, before you know, it's the morning of your friends' wedding, and you're going over details in your head, trying to get everything done.  There's champagne and snacks for the bride and her nephews, there's snapping photo after photo, praying you get a couple of good shots, because, let's face it, I'm more of a got-lucky photographer than a skilled one. Is it just me, or when you help a friend plan her wedding, you don't realize what you've signed up for until it's over and people have told you that you did a lot?  That happened last night at the reception and I started shaking my head before I thought about it.  It was fun, and I did it because I love the couple, but now I wonder how I did it all without going crazy.  She's the most laid-back bride I've ever known and that made it more of a pleasure working with her.  I was more high-strung about the whole thing.  I needed Xana...