After three very frustrating attempts at some Christmas pictures for the cards we want to send out this year, I think we finally did it. With some “handling” advice from my sister (“if they’re not having fun, it’ll show”) and some technical advice from my dad (“bring up the [exposure on the] box a bit”), we had a wonderfully fun shoot tonight. The kids had fun eating way too many cookies, and Tami and I had fun making them laugh. I still have some processing work to do on them, but here’s a teaser:
More to come over the next couple of days!
And for those who have been asking and insisting, I do believe we will be including the “take one” picture on our card somewhere. Happy happy joy joy.
UPDATE – here’s one more from tonight:
Wow, I’m finding the perfect “Christmas picture” of the kids this year to be incredibly evasive. They’re doing quite well, considering, and I’m learning patience far more quickly than I might have liked.
Tami and I decided we wanted to do some pretty special cards this year, since I waffled and missed doing baby announcements for Jeremiah. So I’ve been trying some new equipment to capture the perfect family picture. And other than patience, the big thing I’ve learned is the importance of knowing how to take a picture with the mindset that the extra equipment is supposed to be there to aide, not to drive the shot.
No matter how nice the kids look, without creativity I’ll end up with another session of WalMart-looking pictures. Grrr.
Some days it works, some days it doesn’t. We finally start thinking about Christmas pictures before December 27th, and, well, this about sums it up:
Yeah, I know the headshots are getting old. I don’t know why, but for some reason the thought of using the 18-55 hadn’t occurred to me, so the 50mm in my shooting room pretty much guarantees nothing more than headshots. I may try the kit lens, since I’ve been up around f8.0.
This is not a political blog, and I hope it never becomes one. But as America votes, I have a bit of anxiousness. I have no doubt that the outcome of today’s election will be no surprise to God, and in fact will be exactly according to his purpose, plans, and desires.
I occasionally read articles from left-leaning folks. One in particular makes me cringe, probably because I know the guy, and know his complete hatred of all things Christian and conservative. My anxiousness (not eager anxiousness, but uneasy anxiousness) is centered around a knowledge that unrighteousness will not ultimately go without punishment. I know he won’t be too excited about that. It’s like the quote I saw the other day attributing a horrendous name to God. The fact that we can dare to actively raise our fist in God’s face and not be immediately blasted to bits indicates incredible mercy, not absence of a diety.
Regardless of what we face on Wednesday morning, our mission as Christians remains the same. Our mission is not dependent on the current view of the Constitution, whether the public schools teach intelligent design, how much we pay in taxes, or the price of gas. These are all temporary, passing things. Sure they affect our approach to our mission, but nothing can affect the mission itself.
It’s been a bit quiet on the blog lately. Things seem to have gotten a lot more busy over the past weeks. I haven’t been taking a lot of pictures, either. Here are some recent ones to tide things over:
This second one shows the fun that the other three have at JD’s expense: they love sticking rice crispies to his head. And he loves trying to find them and eat them.
This past Saturday we headed into the Columbia River Gorge to Hood River, where we drove a bit of the Hood River Fruit Loop. The weather was beautiful, especially for this time of year. We stopped at Rasmussen Farms to get some pumpkins and apple cider, and then to Draper Girls Country Farm to pick some apples.
I have to praise the Draper Girls for their wonderful staff. When we arrived they had just closed the apple picking for the day, since it was about 5:30 in the evening. I mentioned that wasn’t a big deal, since we would likely be out in the area again in a few weeks, to which the lady answered that there probably wouldn’t be any more apples by then. She then let us go out and pick some apples even though they had closed up for the day! The kids were so excited, and we ended up with about 25 pounds of fresh apples, with a side of muddy shoes and sticky smiles.
I have no idea what they were thinking, but today after the kids ran up to the mailbox to get the mail, they decided to enjoy the rain.
I woke up Thursday morning, looked out my window to see what kind of weather would appear for my birthday, and what did I find?
I have my suspicions, but will keep them quiet until the local police, FBI, and Homeland Security investigations are complete…