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This blog contains old session blog posts, and my failed 2011 attempt at "One Image a Day" project in which I force myself to shoot something each day, personal or professional, as a challenge to myself. I'd love to hear what you think of the images as they might slightly stray from the norm. We'll see if I can pick it up for 2012!

Changing up My Latitude

July 1, 2010

For as long as I can remember, I have been a sucker for a boat.  There was one summer where I kept my cousin’s husband on speed dial and pretty much called him every day saying “Dana, what time are we going out?”  Not a “may I,” but a demand.  When I met Owen, and started heading down to Quogue, I used to insist on tagging along on the Owen/Doyle jaunts in the bay.   Even the ones that occurred way too late at night, that were a little suspicious.  But then I had kids.  And really, the last 4 summers have been a big, fat, blur… literally.  I honestly worried that I might never be able to snake my way onto someone’s boat again.   There was the one day last summer on the Puleo’s sweet new rig, but really, Owen and the boys don’t really extend the invite to me much anymore.  Oh, wait, that’s cause someone has to watch our kids.

Long story short, yesterday Stephanie says “I have a friend Jimmy with a great boat and he’s taking us out this afternoon… can you get a sitter for…” and before she finished the sentence we pretty much roped Rachael into the deal.  Just like no time had passed, in an instant I had to cooler packed with beer and wine on ice, plastic wine glasses, and a life jacket for the boy. [Owen was heading out on said Puleo boat to do some fishing -- not catching -- of his own].

We had a blast.  The weather was perfect.  The kids were awesome.  The girls just rock.  Like rock like it would be fun to just velcro myself to them for a few weeks just to sink into their fun-ness.  And Capt Jimmy was beyond patient with three kids and three chicks that didn’t belong to him.

So now I have the bug back.  I don’t care if it takes 10 more years (yes, I’ll be 50 then).  I am getting myself a boat.  It can be little (ideally wooden)… it can be a stinking row boat… but I will have me a boat!

I thought it would be fun to share the slideshow.  I never proof this many personal images in one sitting, but for some reason, these got done.  Oh, wait, I know why they got done.  Someone said “Yeah, right, and we’ll never sees these in our lifetime.”   She’s a smartass, that one.  Anyway, yeah, I have a complex after hanging out with these girls.  Yeah, I hope Christofer marries Gracie.  Yeah, I know there are a lot of me at the end and no, I am not totally thrilled with myself, but honestly, it’s me, so there I am.  And yeah, I am obsessed with Christofer and his almost-4-year-old self.

[click on image to start slideshow]

And on another note, I am uncalibrated.  There is a good chance that my colors and contrast are just WAY out of whack.  Test prints come in Tuesday and I’ll know for sure what needs to be fixed.