O-H!

If there's one thing I've learned by living with (and loving) an Ohio State grad, is you eat it, sleep it, breathe it, love it, speak it, watch it, dream it, feed it, marry it, scream it, and live it. Ok, that was more than just "one thing"...

I've always been a Buckeye fan, but Chris takes it to a whole new level. His passion for the Buckeyes is like a German chocolate cake with whipped milk chocolate icing to a sugar deprived kid. Naturally, we are trying to instill that crazy passion in our kids.

Part of passing down the craziness is taking them to the spring football game. Ask anyone in a 20 mile radius of The Shoe and they'll tell you it's a national holiday....or should be. So, Saturday we packed up the troop and headed to Columbus for the un-official Spring Game Day.

I was too chicken to take my big camera -- plus The Shoe has this ridiculous policy of no detachable lenses -- so all of these were taken with my crappy point & shoot.



I have this thing I do when I shoot where I don't hold the camera up to my eye, I just aim and shoot. This is one of the shots. I really didn't anticipate it coming out the way it did, but I totally dig it.



The Columbus Skyline



This picture actually has a purpose. That building behind them is where Chris spent the 2 years he lived in Columbus. The window just above his head was his bedroom. This was the first trip back to Columbus with Chris with me. It's so much different seeing the city thru his eyes....the memories, the nostalgia, and the bittersweet good-bye.



Again with the graffiti?! I can't explain my fascination for it. I think there should be an art history class on it...



The staple family pic in front of the rotunda. You can't really see it, but the rotunda has these huge, HUGE windows of mosaic stained glass pictures. Amazing.



Anything about 50° in Ohio in April is considered a heat wave....at 70° people kick on their central air....and 80° is borderline global warming. On Saturday it was 84°. We all had sunblock on (in April!?) and STILL managed to get sunburned. And to make it worse, we all got it on only one side of our bodies. Except for Harley....she spent the majority of the game under the bleachers playing her Leapster. Yeah, football isn't her thing. Maybe if they wore pink tu-tu's and sprinkled glitter everywhere she'd pay attention.



Meet The Buckeyeguy. From the look of the nuts around his neck, I'd say this guy is pretty cool. Anyone who wears gloves and a turtleneck in 84° weather, has to be cool.



Out of the whole day, I got 3 pictures of the actual football game (and none of them are even posted!). Spoken like a true photographer....

Easter

I realized this morning that I haven't even posted pictures of us on Easter. I suffered from a migraine the entire day, but unless I've lost an appendage, I'll still take pictures.





I can remember playing the egg and spoon game with my Grandma and Mom. And once, my sister and I wanted tried to play it...but the egg wasn't hard boiled. We tried to hide the broken-egg evidence under a mat. That didn't go over well....

xo,
e

Ok, just one more...

I couldn't help it....

Do you blame me!?

xo,

e

There is beautiful....

...and then there is this.


My senior shoot on Saturday with Rhea was absolutely perfect. The weather was perfect, the locations were perfect, my assistant was perfect (my BFF, Mart).....all of it was just perfect. Of course, my job is a whole lot easier when your subject is this gorgeous!

This was the first time I've done a senior shoot and couldn't STOP shooting. I took almost 350 pictures....which has made my editing process a nightmare. How do you choose your favorites when you love almost every single image?!?!

This shoot was done in Indianapolis....which is where my best friend (and my senior) live. I've been to Indy more times than I can count, so I had a few ideas about where I wanted to shoot. There's an area just outside of Indy called Broad Ripple. It's an artsy town that has it's own character. Lots of cool little shops, alleys, old buildings.

I'm not sure what my obsession is with graffiti but I love it. Kinda like tattoos...there is just something about the art part of it that draws me into it. I KNEW I had to take Rhea there.

While we were in the alley shooting the graffiti shots, which by the way stunk like the bottom of a thousand dumpsters, an old Nova rolled thru into an automotive garage just down from where we were shooting. My creativity kicked into overdrive and I had to try to get a few shots with Rhea in that car. So, I worked my mojo and viola!

During our little Broad Ripple excursion, we crossed paths with this kick-ass photographer named Mayor Greg -- who also owned/ran an awesome vinyl record and CD shop (which we also shot in front of) -- Mayor Greg was also kind enough to share some of his top-secret super-cool locations with me. One of them was this blue building with a red and yellow brick back....

Rhea, I hope you enjoy these as much as I do! I had an incredible time with you!

I'm not even halfway thru this session, but HAD to share....I'll be sure to post a few more when I get thru them!!

xo,

-e-

Sweet nothings...

I love little notes in the mornings.


Even more than the automatic timer on the coffee pot.



xo,
e

Table for 6

Occasionally, there are times when someone says something to me and I'm so floored by the words coming out of their mouth that I swear I hear a record scratch.....everything comes to a complete standstill....and the crickets chirp. You know you have that ridiculous look on your face -- the one where your nose is all scrunched up, you look throuroughly confused and the only word you can muster up to say is "HUH!!???" Yeah, that one. That reaction is usually the result of the words "you're pregnant" or "Your 9-year-old daughter needs a size 7 shoe" ...

Now, though......now those surprises come in form of "The toilet's overflowing" or "Let's jump off the roof" and "I tried to eat it"...


Amazingly enough, I also use find myself somewhat confused when a waitress would say "Table for 6?"


Our little Halfdozen (as we affectionately refer to as ourselves) went to TGIFriday's the other night for dinner and I realized that I didn't have my normal reaction to the reference of 6. I'm use to it now. What used to be 'my girls won't eat....' or 'my boys would rather...' has now turned into "our kids". It's like the Brady Bunch coming together only better. Except I''m Carol AND Alice. Well, that and the fact that there's only 4 kids instead of 6.

And if anyone is ever looking for a little entertainment and there's nothing on TV, try coming to dinner with us at a restaurant. It's hilarious...messy, but hilarious.

xo,

e