Can you guess what movie we watched for Family Movie Night last weekend? Cole and Dan picked up a used copy of Men in Black from a sale at the library, (and Field of Dreams, too) and we watched it on Saturday night. There was a time in Cole's life where any content about aliens was not a real good fit if we ever wanted him to sleep, but now? You might as well call his room "Area 51." The boy loves aliens. And Will Smith.
In and around my lamenting the end of my job at Simple Scrapbooks, I've been relishing my new camera. Now, for those of you who didn't know, I bought a new camera a few weeks ago, (and am selling my old Nikon D200 and three lenses) and I sort of feel like a little girl again.
I'm taking pictures of stuff that technically, I don't really need pictures of, like this old camera my parents gave me:
Or Dan, reading the paper last Sunday.
And it's not even that any of these are that good. I mean, look at the blown highlights on that stool. GEEZ! But I'm just enjoying grabbing a camera and seeing through it again.
For example, Dan was working on cleaning out our shared office closet, and says to me, "You need these for anything?"
Ahhhh. My old stash of floppy disks. Hmmm. Let's see. Well, I have no way of using this technology, so the answer would be… no. But let's see if I can take a shallow DOF shot and make 'em look cool!
I'm definitely needing to learn how the focus points work on this camera. Focus, and holding a camera still are real high on my "Problems I Have as a Photographer" list.
It was weird though, to flip through and look at these floppies. Even brought back some bad memories, like this one:
The Blattner Chart job was one of the single most heinous freelance jobs I ever took on. It was a monstrous, oversized chart, that went on for what seemed like an eternity of pages with multiple hanging tabs, columns and indents. It was for a St. Paul law firm to use as an infographic in some court case. To leverage the horror of this job, I built the document in Pagemaker. It's all a bit hazy now, but I remember some yelling, and a few choice f-bombs tossed my way. I almost never freelanced again. (Sorry, Mick, I appreciated the money though!)
Ah, here's a good one: Sheer Class. It's hard to believe I would take a job from a company called "Sheer Class." Where does a designer draw the line, really. But apparently, even Sheer Class needed coupons, flyers and business cards. (And no, it wasn't an escort service.)
One thing it affirms for me though… any freelance clients I take on now will: a) not swear at me; b) not have a stupid company name, and c) very likely not be lawyers. (Okay, if they're paying, maybe they can have a dumb name. Money is money!)
The point of my post today? There isn't one really. All I know is that I'm wrapping up my job, there is a massive snow storm on the way to St. Paul, and this time, last year, we were here:
Where's Chippie? Mama needs a hug.