New photos of fitness competitor Toni A. are up on her page.
I loved the light in this shoot, and Toni was fun as always.
More of her soon…
New photos of fitness competitor Toni A. are up on her page.
I loved the light in this shoot, and Toni was fun as always.
More of her soon…
From an article in the Associated Press:
Spanish becoming Miami’s primary language
MIAMI – Melissa Green’s mother spoke Spanish, but she never learned – her father forbid it. Today, that’s a frequent problem in this city where the English-speaking population is outnumbered.
Given this example of a professional author’s misuse of the verb “forbid” (past tense being “forbade” or “forbad”) and professional editors’ failure to catch or correct the problem, I guess we should just be happy that *some* language is still being taught *somewhere*.
What a wide, sprawling valley lies between “People say…” and “I say…”!
What a bizarre variety of ideas calls this chasm home!
Oil is the new housing.
It’s overinflated by artificial means, the demand has dropped precipitously, supply is ample– yet the price of gas continues to soar.
My take is, it’s all speculation– just like the housing market, investor greed is propping the price up. Congress launched a shot across the bow by deferring allotments to the strategic reserve, but that alone will not stop the feeding frenzy.
If we learned anything at all from the housing “catastrophe” it’s that early action is better than late, and ignoring the problem is a recipe for disaster.
Congress should immediately reinstate an updated version of the price controls abolished by Reagan in 1981. Chances are, just their serious consideration of the topic will be enough to spook the speculators away.
It all started when I was hemming and hawing about whether I should try to fix the drive on my beloved’s lawn mower.
In a wave of self-disgust, I wondered whatever happened to that kid who swapped in a 4-barrel manifold and hopped up the carb on his Duster. The one who tracked down a bad power transistor in his stereo and fixed it. The one who knew exactly where to “thwack” an older computer to get it to come alive again.
That was all it took.
When the lawn mower turned out to be two bolts and a dislodged belt and about two and a half minutes’ work, I decided that I still wanted– that it was still necessary— to get my hands dirty once in a while. Maybe even scrape my knuckles. Just to keep my hand in.
Next day I limped my car– it almost didn’t start– up to the local auto parts store, selected, verified, and installed a new battery, right there in the parking lot. Rocket science? Heck no, but I’d still been considering paying someone to do it for me.
It’s good to know how to do stuff– but it’s even better to *know* that you know.
Shots from the 2008 Gateway Classic in Lake City, Florida are up on the site.
The color consistency is to cry for, which at least accurately represents the lighting at various points on the stage.
Judging, like photography, is a visual art, and the impact that good, even lighting has on the equitable presentation of competitors cannot be overemphasized.
(Well, actually, it can. You could say something like, “If one guy’s in shadow and the other guy’s in good light, plague and pestilence will reign upon the land!” and you’d be completely out of the ballpark and no one would invite you to parties any more. But good and balanced lighting is still *very* important.)
Apropos nothing, if the price of gas stays the way it is, I’m going to have to cut some of the shows from the plan this year.
One definition of “irony” might be losing forty minutes of productivity driving around looking for a parking space because I mistakenly thought that I should drive to work so I could look nice and clean for a presentation of productivity awards.
It’s time for some creative thinking on this problem.