Sarah

So, I had another opportunity recently to shoot (photograph) a friend for some professional portraits. It was fun not only to photograph this beautiful lady, but also to use my camera again. It's been a little dusty recently.

The adventures of Marshmallow Man {part 1}

So I thought it was high time I posted some art I actually created and what better way to start than with marshmallow man! He's a great little guy I happened to come across the other day and he was nice enough to let me follow him around and take his portrait. He's actually really famous in marshmallow circles and I was honored he chose me to be his photographer. He's really good in front of the camera and I didn't feel that he was posing at all for me; he was just in his natural element doin' his thing.

Anyway, Marshmallow Man is very sensitive about his image and made me promise to post these disclaimers before I show anything. the photos you are about to view may contain material too sensitive for children and those easily shocked. ( you see, marshmallow man has this one quirk - he doesn't like to wear clothes - so all of these shots are au natural). Also, the content of these photographs are in no way any endorsement of the activities happening herein. Patent pending. All rights reserved.

Now, on with the show:

Meet Marshmallow Man.

Marshmallow man works as a bartender most nights. Here is is bar-tending for some of his friends.

Sometimes he sneaks a couple of drinks himself - on the house of course. Here he is swaggering home one night after having a little too much to drink. (Drinking always makes his feet swell up)

Here he is trying to break through a window. He's a wild man.

Trying to light his foot on fire, and succeeding.

Marshmallow Man going into the Devil's Larder. No Marshmallow man! Don't do it!

After way too many drinks one night (you can always tell by his feet) he "sees the light" and promises to change his ways. (Kind of like the apostle Paul).

So after he gives up his wild life, he's not quite sure what to do with his time. Then he realizes you don't have to drink to have a good time. So he becomes friends with some pandas.

Here he is trying to hug a panda. It's hard to hug one party's arms don't bend and the other party's arms are joined together.

Marshmallow man loves baths. And don't judge just because it's a martini glass. He's given up those ways.

Marshmallow man hates mice. He's deathly afraid of them. He faints whenever he sees one.

Especially mice with cheese.

Here he is doing his yearly measurements- he's now over 2 1/2 cups tall! (don't ask).

I asked marshmallow man if he knew what hot chocolate was and he'd never heard of it. So I made him a mugful. Here he is meeting hot chocolate for the first time.

It was love at first sight. I warned him though not to stay too long otherwise he'd dissolve.

Well, that's all for now folks. Let me know if you've spotted Marshmallow man in your area and what crazy feats he's been up to recently. Hopefully I'll be able to book another session with him soon.

Get around Town

I simply cannot get enough of this song. I heard Revolver in concert a few months ago. It was actually their first tour in America and the first stop in the tour. Thank you Red palace. They were great in concert and ever since then I've been listening to them and growing in my appreciation for their music. They have lots of other great songs, but this is simply my favorite. I could listen to them all day, but that would probably drive my coworkers up the wall.

Now tell me you're not hooked too.

petite lap giraffe

So I heard about this series of direct tv ads circulating the internet featuring a petite lap giraffe and had to check it out. The giraffe was just as adorable as promised and apparently the ads have also spawned a website where it gives more details about how they are raised on this Russian farm. You can check it out here. Be sure to go to the about page for more information on their diet and grooming needs.

Some videos for your viewing pleasure:




I love how on this one, when he turns on the tv, the movie that's playing is Twilight.

One Art

Here's a great poem for today. you can read pretty interesting interpretation of it here.

One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look!

my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied.

It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.