Thanksgiving 2015

A few selects from the annual Thanksgiving frenzy in Kansas City, Kansas.

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Radial Filter

For whatever reason I enjoy the challenge of teaching myself a new software program. At times I wish I had an expert within an arms reach like I did with my first gig out of college (I’m looking at you Mr. Tinney), but alas, it’s just me and this morning I was like, what is this Radial Filter button?



The photo is of my grandpa’s flashlight. One of the things I was able to swipe from the estate sale. I also got away with an alabaster bookend of my grandma’s and it wasn’t until we were in the car heading home that mom discovered my stolen loot ;D

Anywho, the Radial Filter is neat. I love being able to isolate small segments of a photograph and manipulate it just so. It reminds me of what colorists accomplish in the DI theater during post production. Although, they’re usually having to work frame by frame for a whole scene where Lightroom is just for a single photograph. But still…

Wonder what new thing I’ll learn tomorrow. 

Oh July…

I can’t believe we’re already well into August. Just next month it’ll be fall – FINALLY!

Oh July, what I could do without your insufferable heat ;D Let’s see…well, I finally ready my first Nick Hornby book (Funny Girl), and tackled Yates’ Revolutionary Road (love!) and laughed sleepless nights away with Issa Rae’s The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl. Also, someone new on the block has a totally badass motorcycle that I swoon over every morning and every evening as I walk home.

Elsewhere, Krista, Alissa and I ventured out to Governor’s Island for a spell and I took to Brooklyn Bridge Park for some fireworks mishaps. I discovered that Little Cupcake Bakeshop is a nice stroll away (worth enduring summer sun for their Brooklyn Blackout Cake!) and I somehow managed not to melt during a weekend family getaway in New Orleans. The beignets were lovely.

And despite my usual attempts at street photography I somehow found myself at two OkCupid events back to back, standing on a Manhattan hotel rooftop as the sun set over the UWS and again in the rare books section of The Strand Bookstore as awkward men and women tried to impress one another…

Here’s to more adventures in August! Perhaps I’ll finally bring out my DSLR again. We shall see…

New Orleans

Every three years (since the 1970s!) my family has gathered, converging on an unsuspecting city or town to engage and reconnect with one another. Needless to say, between 150 and 300 of us showing up each reunion, we have one hell of a good time.

This year, we met up in New Orleans (my first time in NOLA!) and man did we party and eat and drink and celebrate our roots! 


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Watch out Sacramento, we’ll be seeing you in 2018!

A Walk in the Woods

There’s something so serene in the thought of getting lost in the woods. Amongst the dried tree limbs, the crunch of dead, gnarled leaves beneath your feet, the whine of twisting branches, forever skyward in the wind, and that eerie feeling no matter what your eyes tell you…that you’re being watched.

The day after I arrived in KS for Thanksgiving, Drake and I took a walk in the woods. Our hands became frigid in the unyielding cold and we happened upon hunting blinds, rotting furniture, an abandoned cabin, tires, and even a skull.

I followed his red cap, winding through the muddy, brown trail, over chopped tree trunks, and down a slippery path that would lead us to a small stream. He climbed into a hunter’s blind and I kept telling myself that it was only the wind between the trees that I heard screaming out my name in hushed whispers.





























Justin didn’t want to go and before we reached the entrance, Ravyn too opted for a few hours of heated comfort in the living room. But not Drake and me…we were called to an adventure and with cameras in hand, we journeyed forth into the monotonous, brown, unknown.


Previously on ER: Part 6

Today marks the 20th anniversary of ER’s premiere. No one could recap it better than the talent in front of and behind the cameras of NBC and Warner Bros. Television Group.

Also, five years ago, with the help (and wonderful surprise!) of my friends, I said goodbye to a show that had been on longer than half my life. As my friends came into the TV Room in our college dorm dressed in various medical attire, I couldn’t help but feel and overwhelming sense of gratitude. I’m pretty sure over the years I’ve annoyed a good number of you with my ER fandom, but knowing what an emotional night April 2, 2009 was going to be, I’m forever grateful for those that showed up and watched beside me as “ER” took it’s final bow against the Chicago skyline.