Shoot today of someone who slips between the pages.

Sibling is a funny word. The idea makes you imply certain values and characteristics to that person. Granted, they're typically formed from the experiences of youth and valid points, but time has a way of changing us, of shaping us- it doesn't allow that image to grow into what it is/who they have become.

I will always see my little brother as the little runt who would run his knobby knees out into the apple ivy in front of our house just to be there, leaving behind a trail of socks, shoes, pants, until he was down to boxers. Must have been a wonderful feeling because it happened a lot.

Personally, I've always been a bit over protective of him. Well, my sister, too, but to a point, she could fend for herself. No, my little brother was my heart, while my sister ran my head (usually into the floor as we wrestled.) Regardless, I bloomed into a tall, intimidating person quite early on and was a silent force to be reckoned with. My sister was the spit fire, smack talking thing she still tends to lean towards today. My brother, on the other hand, was a late bloomer. Always the smallest and scrawniest kid in class and two years behind me in school.

Quiet, angry, serene. Today, he still maintains almost a quiet calm in a loud room that allows him to go relatively unnoticed. I loved him dearly as a kid and to this day, still have the urge to kick any kids butt who says anything ill-towards.

I'm always afraid for him, but I really saw him today taking his picture. He'll be just fine.

Funny thing, taking pictures. You can get so lost in them, that you can start to see the bare basics or the most intimate of details. With my brother, I really saw him. He's a pretty good lookin' kid-er-young man. He's always had the - aw shucks, he's just my brother- glean about him that was hard to see through. Yes, he has eyes. Yes, a nose, too though it's Papi's nose, yes lips and a fine chin. Yes, he could be good looking- but he's my little brother. My baby brother. End.

I must say, my family wears some good genes.

While he's still young and his main hobby is cars and car hunting, followed closely by shoes, he's pretty well put together. He might not like big crowds, but that's cool. I don't really either. It was fun hanging out with him today. Teasing about girlfriends and spotting mustangs, nodding when he talked car talk like I knew what the heck a gtr cvxs or something was/is.

It's cool though. At the end of the day, I'm still his big sister.

And I'll kick your butt to Timbuktu if you even try to say anything bad about him. =]

Balboa Park. It's still there.

Balboa Park is one of those destinations in San Diego that seems to get more out-of-town traffic than it does San Diegans.  I always feel like I'm in foreign territory when I'm there, due to all of the touristas and folks clearly getting lost.  Anyway, I still like the flow of people, the movement through the different areas of the park, and just the general atmosphere of most of the park.

So, we walked around a few days ago, talked a lot, and generally enjoyed the whole thing after a long day at work for both of us.  Setting those projects up has definitely helped me focus get back into the swing of things, and the weather has been fantastically gorgeous, which doesn't hurt either...

Here's my better half:

And, our newest rig (which has taken the place of about 5 other cameras in the stable):

 Following fast on the heels of a great day spent celebrating Chelse's birthday, I'm prepping for the year ahead.  52 weeks.  I've done a 52 weeks project in the past and made it through, and I know how quickly it goes, but it is still going to be a challenge.

That being said, here's the beginning of something good, something challenging, and something that will move me forward, as well as a quote of the week.  I'll be matching the images up (or not) with the quotes each week and will start it off with one of the most impact-full statements I've heard over my lifetime.

"If you do what you always did, you'll get what you always got" - Yogi Berra

Projects a rollin'

Hey Kits and Kittens!

A decision has been made and it lookds like a 52 weeks has begun for both Anthony and myself. Guess what we need? Your face. No, seriously! We're looking to shoot you, and you, and you!

The inspiration came from a 365 project someone else did. The reason I decided to do a 52 weeks was because I intend to put a lot of thought and effort into gaining a single photo, practicing with lighting, and more importantly, storyboarding. Creating a concise idea, down to the design and executing. Bear with me, lovelies, if you're willing to be a part of one of these ideas and not a "normal" shoot, it may get a little strange. How, I'm not too sure yet, but it's a possibility.

Not saying all of them will be this shot of epic proportions, as set by this last week's example, but it will be a shot, none-the-less.

If you see a lot of tee-ball shots in here as well, well. Let's just say I have the world's cutest nephew. =]

There's something about returning to a place you were as a child. The place you spent every summer, spring, and fall. Half saddened to see the change from what your mind has burned into your skull, yet half enchanted as it degrades and falls; it's your secret memory now and no one else can share in the glory of how it once was. 

Yet change isn't always for the better and sometimes, it just a need to move- clear the air if you will. As simple as a change of clothes calling for a better view of a walk today in the bright sunshine. Interesting to see how it changes those around you, the notice it begins to attract.

Completely covered without glitter or lights.

This is one of my favorite outfits, in my favorite part of my house.