I hinted to friend and photographer Joel Bock that he post a set of wedding photographs he took a couple of weeks ago. Today they showed up! I confessed my reason for the hint: I wanted to post these two pictures I took of him shooting the event. I was especially pleased to see his set includes the pic he was taking of the bride/groom with the cake.
Did you visit the link? You’ll notice I doubled it to make sure.
My own family photo albums go back 40 years! They are better than journals for helping me remember what I did when. I’m no different from all those other people who claim they would first rescue the people from a house fire but very next they would go back in for their photo albums. I like to think I’m preserving more than just my own memories and hope that eventually one or all of my kids will be glad for my “efforts.” I have to put that word in quotes because sorting through pictures is one of my favorite things to do.
We store our pictures in digital files now, so I have to be more intentional in keeping my print albums current. Now that I’ve discovered (via “Real Simple”) a very reasonably priced online photo printer (only 9¢ each and they offer matte finish), new energy for the project surfaced. Add to that my extended membership with Flickr (no limit…) and I’m in upload heaven! So far I’ve uploaded between 150 and 175 pictures for 2004 and the same for 2005. Narrowing my choices to so few was no small accomplishment. In those two years alone we had two weddings, a family reunion, visits to and from grandkids and their parents, two graduations and moves, a 60th birthday celebration, a road trip, two Christmases, and all the life in between. I think I did remarkably well keeping the number so low, don’t you?
You know what’s coming. I’m going to be forced to post some of my favorites here. What can I say? I love pictures!
Getting a sneak peek at her wedding dress.
Notice the reflection.
Watching the recording of her dedication service.
From way up in the bleachers.
My daughter is very organized.
Sampling cookies for Santa.
Home from boot camp for Christmas. First stop: Taco Time!
Now I ask you…
Neither Mauri nor I are very good self-promoters. A number of years ago we invested many, many hours, a good-sized chunk of change, and a heap of energy producing two recordings of music. That was the easy part. The boxes of “product” arrived, and the hard part began. Even though people had encouraged us to “make a tape,” we could barely bring ourselves to utter the old joke of a line: “You don’t want to buy our CD, do you?” We just aren’t cut out for marketing, and we have these in our garage to prove it.
I should start a new blog category titled “shameless,” because I appear to be unabashed in my willingness to promote our kids. (They can always ask me to cut it out.) Today’s feature is Linsey’s website. She sells real estate, and she and Pete have a related business together. Pete is not licensed to sell, so he focuses on the behind-the-scenes work. They plan and then work their plan. It’s a sight to behold!
Since I’m not trying to sell you anything, I have no trouble encouraging you to spread the word!
Well, you got the “who” right. It’s Dave Maurer. Where? An old brick restaurant ironically named “The Log Cabin” in Carlton. Sadly, it burned to the ground shortly after I moved here. Here’s a picture of Ben (circa 1994) that illustrates why we miss that place.
We won’t complain that it wasn’t exactly sunny on the day we chose to drive to the beach. We all returned with a little bit of pink skin, so we know the sun was up there somewhere. There’s sand at Pacific City and that, along with a sea full of water, made for an afternoon’s worth of entertainment for us all.
With my longest lens I captured their summit victory cheer. The descent went much faster than the ascent and included only one minor face plant.
Look who showed up at the office today! Okay, so it wasn’t a surprise, since we had already driven to the airport to pick up these dear Andersons (notice the dad is missing, back in Denver working).
One by one these “stokers” did drive-bys on their way out to see the town.
First Bailey…
…then Cassidy…
…and finally Marissa.
Later the local Macys came over for dinner and some celebrating. Everyone came prepared to participate in a travelogue, since we all had summer adventures to tell about.
John and Erin told about their around-the-world adventure, which is about to begin.
This might be way more fun than anybody oughta have.
The focus of our celebration: Erin turned 30! (Now all ten of our children are in their ’30s. That’ll last until Ben’s birthday next March.) She’s worth a celebration on her own, but since Cassidy is with us close to her birthday, we celebrated her too.