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The first time all eight of us have sung together in eight years - here at Jove's wedding. After my toast, Jove got up and sang a special rendition of "Come Go with Me" by the Del Vikings.
Any minute now... They're going to be married.
Dad, Nicole.
standing.
buoquet, tiara.
outside, The Fairfax, Ft. Belvoir, Virginia.
July 22, 2006.
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... View Greg and Nicole's photos at www.flickr.com/photos/17102271@N00/
BACKSTORY: Although I am pretty thorough with pictures, I didn't want to have all 500+ pictures from Greg & Nicole's wedding. It would have been 1 out of every 20 pics that I have or so, and it would have been no fewer than 27 pages of photos on flickr, and a lot of them would be of people I'd never met. That's a bit too much. I went through and tried to take the best of everything relevant to me, combining some pictures as diptychs, and doing whatever possible to get the total image count down while still capturing an acceptable amount. I was amazed to finally getit down to 77 images, almost all of which were cropped and photoshop enhanced. It took no less than 3 days!
To view every photo from the wedding -- including the several hundred I did not post -- go to: garyphoto.smugmug.com/gallery/1696039_ijdYH#83376933_GFrWS
Unfortunately not a Shatneria.
[geek notes: I got my 5D today and man, while I knew my 15-30mm would become a true wide-angle lens, it became a really wide-angle lens. Also I knew that my new body would show more lens vignetting, but there's far more than I expected. So much to think about.]
yeah... popular photography... um, i read it for the pictures... unlike playboy, which i read for the articles (of course)
blur - sunday, sunday
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars and
The England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep
But he knows what he knows
Sunday, Sunday
Oh, that Sunday sleep....
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
You gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh that Sunday sleep....
Saw this on a walk along the South Bank on London outside the National Theatre.
It's the Lotus Esprit from the Spy who Loved Me James Bond film. Great car.
Still doesn't beat a good Aston Martin in my books though.
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'... markets are conversations. Their members communicate in language that is natural, open, honest, direct, funny and often shocking. Whether explaining or complaining, joking or serious, the human voice is unmistakably genuine. ...[Cluetrain Manifesto, Lavine, Locke, Searles, Weinberger, 1999.]
Cluetrain Manifesto
As a techie I find wading the mushy stuff like dealing with customers, marketing & communicating a minefield. So it's been interesting to watch how companies like flickr deal with technical outings (which will happen) and the human outages that can follow.
A while ago flickr had some glitches (massages they call them) and I could almost sense the collective groan of people having a service they might use for work, fun or distractions be taken away from them.
Now I didn't recognise the significance of the inspired (some may say cheesy) diversion the flickr staff devised ... a colouring competition until I re-read the Cluetrain manifesto. Reading this again & reflecting on how flickr handled the situation...
'... recognised the problem, acknowledged the problem to *people* (not clients) then worked out some way to inspire, rather than annoy ...'
flickr understands it
Now I can picture in my head the techies running around, making calls, fobbing off support and managers who would be continuously asking when will it be fixed. The customer service people thinking of a way that communicated with their customers as people instead of making up some BS excuse & apollogise.
So they hold a colouring contest and save the day by fundamentally understanding the new way.
[Expand several ideas & add ITConversation quotes with Doc Searles.]
I´m in a good relationship, because of easter I forgot all about this weeks Get It, but at 6 PM my husband reminded me that it was sunday, so in the very last light and with a flash, this is what I got.
I like post-processing. I really do. I think you can't usually make a crappy image look beautiful with processing, though you can certainly improve a less-than-stellar shot with some creative techniques.
I like to think of the post processing I do as a recreation of what I'm envisioning while I take the shot.
Steve was with me yesterday when I was shooting this, and he kept pointing to another flower that looked great up against the green, and it did. But I was seeing this exact shot, and I had to come home and make it.