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I have this weird rebellious streak in me, maybe you have it too. Whenever anything is popular, at least in the little realm of this Lubbock Photographer, I drop it, resist it, look for alternatives. Granted, everything in culture exists because someone, somewhere likes something. So, everything that’s out there is popular in somebody’s world.

All this rambling brings me to the subject of a little TV show called Doctor Who. A show put out by the BBC that is is listed in Guinness World Records as the longest-running science fiction television show in the world, and as the “most successful” science fiction series of all time, in terms of its overall broadcast ratings, DVD and book sales, iTunes traffic, and “illegal downloads.” Except for a little break, it’s been running almost continuously since 1963. Yes, 1963. It’s acheived television ratings rivaled only by American Idol in the last few years. Read more…

It takes a few days for a major website change to propagate throughout the entire world. Each company or ISP (Internet Service Provider) has to update their records. So, while we sit here looking at this little posting by this Lubbock photographer, me, somebody on the other side of the world is still looking at the old version of my website. Just a wee bit frustrating!

But all well and good. If you’re reading this, then no problema! As a matter of fact, shoot me an email and let me know what you think. The reports from my regular clients are rolling in with rave reviews. Especially on speed. Go look at the galleries in my portfolios. They should pop right up. However, I can’t be held responsible for a generally-slow internet connect, lol.

If you haven’t noticed, this website just got a facelift. Okay, I can’t even call it a facelift. We took the name, threw away the rest, and genetically re-engineered a new body. Completely.

I talked to tons of people about what they like in website design, etc. And it really came down to two things, at least for a photography website. Make it easy to navigate and have some great pictures.

So, no more Flash. Yes, it’s all “pretty.” But programming it was a nightmare and it actually discouraged me from updating it regularly. I had to essentially relearn Flash every time I wanted to make a change (I tend to push non-essential stuff out of the brain to make room). Losing the Flash also allows me to move up the Google SEO ladder with more ease. I’ve been competing against websites that are designed with Google in mind and essentially mine looks like a blank page to the all-powerful G-machine (even with that, we’ve always been in the top spots due to some fleet-footed maneuvering, lol). I’m excited that we’ll all be on even footing!

All this to say, I’m still ironing some stuff out. Please ignore the little mistakes, etc. and know that everything will be up to speed SOON!

1x1.trans Addiction | Lubbock Photographer

I think I have to confess that I have an addiction… to mustard. Yes, it’s weird but I can’t seem to help it. Okay, I might need some clarification on the exact nature of my dependency because it always seems to go along with pretzels.

So, tonight, the craving was too much. I looked online for pretzel recipes. Although all the ingredients are here in the house, the time to completion would be 2 hours. Yipes! Way too much time. So, it’s time to find another dealer for this craving.

Yes, it’s way frigid outside. The cold front had come in and no one in their right mind was going out. Except for those of us with needs. I found out Target carries the frozen SuperPretzels. I bundled up, put on my gloves, and headed out. Probably only 5 people in Target. But I headed straight to the frozen section. There they were. I splurged and bought two boxes. 12 total pretzels. $4.35. Yes!

Home to the oven. Pretzels soon were warm and toasty. Holy cow! Like a burst of tartness upon my tongue. Mmmm!

Don’t worry trying to help my addiction to condiment that condiment. I know some would like to wean me on to something softer, like cheese, but I’m too far gone.

Go ahead. You need some now. Indulge. Feed that longing for all the mustard-y goodness.

1x1.trans Remembering That Day... | Lubbock Photographer

Standing there in NYC on 9/11, stunned, not really understanding the full implications. Knowing that people were still in the buildings as we watched them fall. Knowing that I was watching people die and here I stood seemingly safe from less than a mile away. It’s strange. Still haven’t put it all together, what I feel, what I believe changes regularly. Thinking. Remembering.

1x1.trans The Craziest Weather This Lubbock Photographer Has Ever Seen

Just 45 minutes ago, I experienced the craziest weather phenomenon I’ve known. I have a bit of a background in meteorology, been in tornadoes, etc. Love studying weather. Read more…

The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My two oars are instant forgiveness and gratitude—complete gratitude for the gift of life. I am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to dance. I get angry, I get mad, but as soon as I remind myself to put my oars in the water, I forgive.

1x1.trans One Part of the Symphony | Lubbock Photographer

I serve. I do the dance I must. I plant trees, but I am not the doer of this work. I am the facilitator, the instrument. I am one part of the symphony. I know there is an overall scheme to this symphony that I cannot understand. In some way, we are each playing our own part. It is not for me to judge or criticize the life or work of another. All I know is that this is my dance. I would plant trees today even if I knew for a certainty that the world would end tomorrow.

Source: Planting Love One Tree At A Time, from Heron Dance, Issue 11

I have a bit of a meteorology background (one of about 15 zillion hobbies I pursue), by no means am I an expert but weather fascinates me. Lubbock’s weather is actually pretty predictable and earlier today it looked like we were going to have some bad weather. And… we did.

I cut short my previews schedule at the studio and headed home to let our four dogs inside. They tend to panic with this kind of weather. Read more…

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.”
-Mark Twain

1x1.trans What Travel Does | Lubbock Photographer

I like using my blog for anything that may cross my mind and I got to thinking about why I have the beliefs I do. Yes, some are probably ingrained in me since birth. Some are due to being a male. Etc….

But I find it very interesting when you can tell if a person has traveled. Mark Twain’s quote rings as true today as 140 years ago when he penned those words.

I lived in Spain for a while during college. Changed my perspective on almost everything. Simply time spent in a place and culture out of your comfort zone. I think it ought to be a requirement for high school or college to spend abroad.

That’s all. Just something I’ve been thinking about.

Mark and Taylor decided to go fly a kite last night. They had fun. The line got a little tangled so Mark tried to get it untangled. It worked. He wound it back up. They flew and flew and flew that kite.

Finally they decided to let it fly higher.

The kite wanted to escape. It must have talked to the string because the string started to pull away. Faster and faster. The string escaped. The kite escaped. The string got caught in a tree. Too high for Mark and Taylor to try and get it out.

It was 8:15 p.m.

At 9:00 p.m. it was still flying.

At 11:00 p.m. it was still flying.

The next morning at 7:30 a.m. the kite was still flying.

As of now, 11:50 a.m. (that’s when the picture was taken), the kite flies.

Update: 1:30 p.m., still going strong.

2nd Update: 2:40 p.m. flying.

3rd Update: 3:00 p.m. wind very strong and kite not flying. It was stuck up against fence where we enter the park. Mitzi got it and brought it home.

Yay!

That kite flew for almost 19 hours by itself.

1x1.trans the curious case of the kite that decided to escape