Forgive the intrusion, blogstalkers… But I just had to share something. Forgive the ever-so-slightly more masculine tone of this one blog, and ignore it entirely if need be. If it’s not your bag–that’s OK. It’s not Chelsea’s either. That’s why I’m taking over the keyboard today!
Chelsea’s dad, Roger, recently did something big. Some might call it a “Mid-Life Crisis,” others maybe “Empty Nest Syndrome”… But in reality, the only thing I can call it is WELL DESERVED. You see, even after craving a Corvette most of his adult life (maybe even before that), he always put family first. After marrying off a daughter, shipping another to the West Coast, and more than a few years of rolling in the Kia, Roger finally decided it was his time. Even so, being the financially responsible husband and father that he is, he trimmed a bit of the fat from his Corvette dream and found himself a leaner, meaner 2010 Camaro.
Eager to spread his joy throughout the veins of Facebook, he elicited the help of his talented daughter to snag some great new images of him with his shiny new ride. However, I soon managed to wrangle control of the project for myself *evil grin* so what you’re about to see can either be credited to Chelsea or blamed on me. It’s your choice.
This shot, along with the next one, were taken from the back of our Yukon: 60mph, tailgate open, and chubby dude hanging out the back with $4000 worth of gear wrapped tightly around his forearm. The whole deal. You see, like Chelsea, I just can’t NOT get the shot I have in my head.
She was a BIG help, though– Once she hit 60mph and put on the cruise control, she was free to scream “DON’T DROP THAT CAMERA!” at me just as loud as she pleased! I don’t think we could have done this session nearly as well if we didn’t live where we do– Nothing quite like a wide open road on a Saturday afternoon!
Once I got all the motion blur I could handle, we cruised into town to get some nifty imagery by the courthouse. Unfortunately for my idea, it was some sort of big Halloween festival at the courthouse, so my original hot spot was taken by a bouncy house. Le sigh. I think this next pair turned out especially nicely in spite of our less-than-ideal downtown placement:
Yes, of course, those two ARE HDR shots. Even so, I was barely able to compensate for the extreme glare coming off of that second coat of wax! We migrated to a somewhat empty parking lot to close the day, with my dear pregnant wife punctuating our lack of remaining time with the occasional demand for Italian food. Still beautiful light, though!
Victory Red, if you’re wondering.
So, as we adjourned to get our requisite Chicken Parmesan, I had dreams of processing all of these photos and sharing them with… YOU! So show Chelsea some love in the comments box, making sure she remembers how amazing she is. And it’s OK if you remind her that she married well, too.