I just had to post some of these newborn shots of Kyrah! She was so little and look at her sweet, sweet baby face. Congratulations guys, you make BEAUTIFUL babies!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Opportunity throws a rock!
I was recently asked to take some publicity pictures for Communications Day at BYU-Idaho. SOO exciting! They're going to be posted all over the place. Whenever they send me a copy of the final poster I'll post it for you to see the final product. Here's a sneak peak. The Theme for Communications day is:
The Media: Standing up to Our Modern Day Goliaths
The Media: Standing up to Our Modern Day Goliaths
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Super G
Super G is a supreme exploxer of new worlds and an initiator of daring deeds accmoplished with unprecedented physical prowess. The following are rare photos captured of the mighty hero caught unawares . . .
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Urban kids . . . in style
Gunner put this outfit together without any help! Pretty Rockin, huh!
Jack is so tough to photograph, he's always picking at the grass or scowling at me. We went to the play ground and our little neighbor friend was running around in a tutu - a girl after my own heart - so we took some fun shots!
Jack is so tough to photograph, he's always picking at the grass or scowling at me. We went to the play ground and our little neighbor friend was running around in a tutu - a girl after my own heart - so we took some fun shots!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Prince Charming
I'm trying to post my images larger . . . so this is an attempt . . .
The clouds are thinning and the light is going down . . . there is no hope for me.
I look into the weed infested, abused wheat fields; I'm trapped. But in spite of my despair I feel my eyes wander the horizon back and forth. . . back and forth. . .
A shape disrupts the bend of the earth. It gradually enlarges and becomes more discernible as it moves towards me. My confused interpretation of the dark shape frightens me and I find myself trembling. Until . . .
Can it be ? Do I dare hope again?
It is! It is! It is true! It is he! My own dear and brave prince, come at last to vanquish my enemies!
[grateful and effeminate sigh]
The clouds are thinning and the light is going down . . . there is no hope for me.
I look into the weed infested, abused wheat fields; I'm trapped. But in spite of my despair I feel my eyes wander the horizon back and forth. . . back and forth. . .
A shape disrupts the bend of the earth. It gradually enlarges and becomes more discernible as it moves towards me. My confused interpretation of the dark shape frightens me and I find myself trembling. Until . . .
Can it be ? Do I dare hope again?
It is! It is! It is true! It is he! My own dear and brave prince, come at last to vanquish my enemies!
[grateful and effeminate sigh]
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