Best Shot(s) Monday--That Dress Again

It's true. I love this dress, and on so many levels. I love that it's not pink.

I love the fact that it's old and used and that some one loved this dress so much that they lengthened it so their kid could wear it just a little longer.

I love the details, like the ruffles and the smocking.

I love how comfortable Cadence looks in it.

And I love it for this photo alone.

Go see other folks' Best Shots Monday at Tracey's Picture This.

How Do You Spell Relief? D-O-O-C-E-D.

The more I think about it, the more relieved I am that Ted's mom hired a professional photographer for Lauren's wedding. If I had to be the primary photographer, I would've obsessed over the details so much that I would've given myself a brain aneurysm. Now, I can relax a little and maybe even have some fun.

Yeah, I was hoping to find out if I have what it takes to shoot a big event, but quite frankly, I'd rather not experiment on my sister-in-law's wedding.

Dooced.

It's true. I've been dooced. Now, now, don't worry. I haven't lost my PAYING job cuz of this blog YET. I did, however, get politely let-go as the primary photographer for Ted's sister's wedding. Apparently, Ted's mom hired a professional photographer. While I don't think it's because she read about my anxiety regarding the gig on my blog, I can't help thinking that my writing that post somehow released to the universe the knowledge that I am in fact nervous about photographing a once-in-a-lifetime event, and the powers-that-be somehow got wind of it.

Lauren and Doug still want me to take some photos, just not as the primary photographer. That's okay, I guess. But I know from experience that if there's a professtional in the house, I get all intimidated and I don't pull out my camera as often or at all. I think I feel like if there's someone there getting paid to take professional photos, it would be presumptious on my part to think I could take any photos that would be worth shooting beyond what the pro captures. The exception to this was Caleb and Kathy's wedding, where I did shoot quite a few photos, but I think that was out of blissful ignorance of my own shortcomings.

I have to admit I'm relieved that I don't have to worry about missing important moments such as The Kiss any more. That's the pro's job, in my opinion. I WAS gonna tell Doug to make it an extra long kiss to give me a better chance of getting the shot, but now I guess it doesn't matter. Heck, now that I think about it, I'm relieved that there WILL be someone there who knows what they're doing. That frees me up to take my artsy-fartsy photos which I'm sure the parents wouldn't appreciate. Now all the pressure's on the pro, and if all my shots come out crappy, which is a distinct possibility considering my lack of experience and equipment, then thank goodness they hired someone else.

Still, I can't help feeling a little stupid for running out and buying that D50. Oh well. I guess I do need that camera for my 50mm lens. I'm just glad I found out before I spent our savings on extra batteries, memory cards, expensive post-processing software and a new laptop to support said new software. I had planned on telling Ted it was about time we got new computer equipment, but now that I don't have this wedding to worry about, I suddenly don't feel all that anxious about it. That'll save us at least $1,200. When Ted hears that, I'm sure he'll be thrilled I got the boot from this gig.

Three Thoughts Thursday #6

#1—I've been wondering how the digital age will affect the long-term memories of the babies and children of today. Take Cadence, for example. She's had just about every few days documented for her since birth, and that's pretty lazy on my part compared to some of my more dedicated photog friends who document their kids every day. Does this mean that she and her friends w/ equally photo fanatic parents will retain MORE long-term memories when they are older than we in the older generation have managed to do thus far?

I've mentioned my own loss of memories before, and I can't help thinking that if my parents had taken more photographs as I was growing up, or if I had taken up photography seriously as a kid rather than after grad school that I'd remember so much more. Like how many snapshots from their everyday life growing up do most people my age own? Maybe a bunch of baby photos—the new born shot, the embarrassing naked bath shot (which my mother dug up for my mixed-company 14th birthday party), messy eating shot, first step shot, etc.—and a few at holidays and birthdays until one reached the age of bershon, at which point our parents gave up trying to take our photos or they stopped being interested in preserving the moment for posterity, considering the cost of film and processing.

Aside from these pictorial cues, we are dependent on our diaries, school records, and our memories, which over time become like the shifting sand--changing details here, covering up entire segments there, uncovering little tidbits here, washing away portions there.

But I'm not talking about aging folk like myself. I'm talking about the kids that will have so many special and mundane moments preserved for them that they could quite possibly remember everything. What will happen then? Will their brains explode? Or will the human brain adapt to this sudden increase in use of hard drive space? Will it affect other brain functions? Will there be less forgiveness if there's less forgetting?

One of my favorite documentary series is the UP Series, which follows a group of British youth every seven years from the time they are 7 in 1964 up to the present, the most recent being 49 Up just released a couple years ago. Ted and I watched the entire series over a few days, and it was quite fascinating to watch these kids grow up literally before your very eyes.

With blogs and online photo communities like Flickr, that's kind of what we're doing now with each others' kids and lives. I've been on Flickr since Cadence was 7 months old, and I've watched so many other kids her age or a little older or younger grow into toddlerhood with her. I wonder what these kids will think about all this when they're older. I've heard of a columnist for a newspaper who often wrote about her family being asked by her son to stop writing about him because he was tired of total strangers coming up to him and acting like they knew him because they followed his mom's column. Will Cadence feel the same way? I guess I'll have to ask her one of these days…I don't know what I'd blog about if not her, so that may be the end of my online life then.

#2—Speaking of blogs, I've been really busy lately and feel like I'm not spending enough time reading up and commenting on you peoples' blogs. I'm actually doing more reading than commenting, so I am TRYING to keep up. I wish we could get together at a local coffee shop and just chat face to face. Yes, I realize I type much better than I chat (I suck at the chat, actually), but I feel the need for real and tangible relationships. Not that online relationships are not real—some of them have been the most rewarding and helpful to me. I guess what I'm trying to say (really badly, I might add) is that all you folks who come visit over here mean a lot to me, and I'm grateful for your friendship and I WISH y'all just lived in my neighborhood so we could hang out (and you could babysit Cadence once in awhile since y'all think she's so cute). So here. This is a virtual hug from me to you: <= =>

(Lori, can't wait to see you next weekend!)

#3—I think I may have to go out and find me some paht-bingsoo this weekend. That would be the perfect way to start the summer off right! If any of you Chicagoans are interested, let's meet up at Outdoor Café on Bryn Mawr!

Dance. Music. Music. More Music.

It's been a busy weekend and then some around here. I took a lot of photos, and I'm just too plain tired, busy and lazy to say much about them, so please excuse me while I let my photos do most of the talking.

Saturday night. Berry UMC Accessibility Project. think/dance collective. Kick-Ass.

These ladies are doing something really cool.

Check them out at http://thinkdancecollective.org/.

And their musical selection was absolutely top-notch. From John Cage to Imogen Heap to Anathallo to Half-Handed Cloud and more. And I hear Liz, the artistic director, is working on a piece to Maggie's Farm (by Bob Dylan). THAT I want to see.

After think/dance, it was their siblings/friends Anathallo's turn to perform.

This was my first time seeing Anathallo live, although Ted and Tim and gang have opened up for them.

They've got quite the following, selling out shows left and right on their recent west coast tour.

And it's no wonder, as they play a kick-ass show, complete with synchronized dance moves.

And yes, Erica IS the only girl in the band. Lucky her! She also has this one dress with princess cap sleeves that I totally confess to coveting...Not that I'd fit into it or anything.

On Sunday, Ted's band, the Tim Lowly Ensemble, played at the Artists of the Wall Festival in Loyola Park in our neighborhood.

Shoes were apparently optional.

Our friends Jenn and John and their daughter Ada joined us for the show. The girls enjoyed their all-ages show.

They also enjoyed a greasy bag of BBQ pototao chips. The perfect snack for a hot, humid day! (Uh, NOT!)

Cadence loved running around on the beach and stepping all over people's artwork. Thank goodness my brother Jim showed up cuz I sure as hell wasn't gonna chase that little sprite around in that heat and humidity.

And because a dance performance, indie rock benefit show, and outdoor festival show weren't enough, I went to see the Get Up Johns at the Red Line Tap last night.

These guys are a close-harmonizing, traditional-country-crooning, fiddle-and-mandolin-and-guitar-toting duo from St. Paul, MN. It's just absolutely beautiful music, probably one of my favorite genres.

They're also good friends with my friend Caleb, whom they will be seeing on their current tour eastward.

So as you can see, things have been quite busy around here. It's taken a toll on us all.

Cadence has been taking these long, late naps around dinnertime, which means she's up until all hours of the night. It's so hard to keep an exhausted toddler from falling asleep. She actually crawled into bed and went to sleep by herself in this photo. I was wondering why things were so quiet, and by the time I realized what had happened, it was too late. She was sleeping like a rock. Hopefully, tonight she'll fall asleep at a decent hour, cuz Lord knows her parents want their bedtime back.