Max & Cole

Last Sunday I got to go to the park and take photos of Max and Cole. They were troopers and played around in the wet leaves on a grey day.






I love how he was spinning here.

Fall of Seasons Past.

Fall is my favorite season. Hands down. Unfortunately, this fall has been essentially non-existent. This weekend I'm heading over to Door County, where I saw awesome colors last year around this time. Fingers crossed that I come back with more shots like this.

She's Sporty

So, I'm helping shoot stuff for a new online magazine that will launch soon. It's giving me the chance to shoot a lot of random things, like this task: Capture women & sports. I think these heels could do some major damage out there on the field...

Jana Jazz

Jana's voice rocks. See for yourself, here. Her band isn't too shabby, either. Adam and Evan took on plenty of improv solos throughout the night and killed them all. All I can say is: go see "Jana Jazz" if you get the chance.

Sweet Pea

A few weeks ago I went to Becky's baby shower. She is definitely one of those "cute pregnant" people--and she was absolutely glowing.



The theme was Sweet Pea. Aubray decorated the place and put out quite a spread (shout out to chorizo bites). She was a great host.





We played a few games, watched Becky open adorable baby gifts and laughed a lot all afternoon. (#4 was chicken noodle soup. I guessed wrong. I don't want to talk about it...)

26.2

Watching a marathon is an amazing thing. 26.2 miles of streets lined with cheering people. An endless parade of runners. A buzz of energy and support. It was very impressive.

Here, you see the leaders' bulging thigh muscles--er, I mean--pained faces about a mile from the finish. They were neck in neck. That's right, after 25 miles at a 5 minute-ish pace, they weren't necessarily promised a win.



My favorite part of watching was cheering for random people. Yep. Those with names on their shirts made my day. I'd yell "Go John" or whatever was written. I'm embarrassed to say that I only yelled names I could pronounce. Also, that I got into it enough to start yelling descriptions if their shirts were sans-name. "Go Uncle Sam" to a man dressed in a flag. Or "Yeah Twins guy" to someone in a jersey. I really shouldn't be allowed in public.



While there were a lot of pained faces (see above), some people seemed to be having a great time. Like Erik, for example (the reason I was yelling random names in the first place). He was all smiles around mile 22 when we saw him. Here, it looks like he's leading the pack. In reality, I believe he was juuuuuust behind the scary muscle men pictured above...by an hour or two.



If I run a marathon, I will definitely ask to borrow Erik's hat. You need a signature piece for supporters to look for. The hunter-orange did the trick here. I might have pushed it a bit further, even...like a full body leotard featuring my name in hot pink glitter. "Go penelope!"