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With Mother's day around the corner I'd like to take this moment to gush about my mom who is graduating from college May 22. She's worked hard for this, and I am very proud of her. Go Mom!
I made this invitation for her today using photos I took while she was visiting. Isn't she beautiful?
I am fully equipped (with tech and design savvy) to create any number of cards or invitations. If you or someone you know is looking to create graduation announcements (or any kind of card) feel free to give me a call (619) 302-7363 or email me at brooke@spellboundjungle.com.
This is probably the weirdest thing I have ever seen on money. My Brother-in-Law James pulled it out of his wallet while we were on the way to a yet-to-be-blogged (awesome!) Andrew Bird Concert April 11.
What's the weirdest fore-father graffiti you've seen?
I've been digging through old pictures this evening. This one was taken in Utah on our honeymoon. Every time I look at this picture I feel relaxed and happy. I remember the warm, dry air and the cool silk shirt I was wearing when I took it. I remember the crunching of coarse sand and pebbles under my tennis shoes and the story I heard several years before when I first visited Zion about how amazed Victorian-era Americans were when they first set eyes on the red rocks in Southern Utah but how it's not quite as amazing to us because by the time a modern-era child is four they've seen thousands of images of the rocks in the backgrounds of advertisements.
Regardless, it's still always breathtaking to me, even in photographs on chilly spring evenings that are far removed from a summer sunset in the southwest.
Then I remember the state of mind I was in then and the person I was. It makes me feel old in a good way. It makes me realize how much I have grown as a person and as photographer since then.
For these reasons, and others, I love this photograph.
(What does this picture have to do with this post? Nothing. Think of it as a mental pallet cleanser.)Let me start off by announcing that my cell phone became a phonesicle, but it still worked. However it has been MIA since last Saturday. So, if you are trying to reach me, please use email.
I have, thus, spent the last week partly unplugged and, much to my surprise, loved it. When was the last time you left the house without a cell phone? Do you remember what it was like to just exist in the world without spending every spare second calling, texting or playing a cell phone game?
I do. It was glorious! Without the phone-mistress to tempt me, I spent my time just existing.
So I've been thinking about my other techno-ties and wondering what else might trap me more than expand my horizons.
I'm talking about you, Twitter. And don't look so smug, Facebook, I'm talking about you, too; your status updates are just less aptly-named tweets.
Sure, I could catalog my every waking thought for all the world to see. But who is going to read it? And would my life be enhanced by the practice? Twitter seems like an overflow of information to me, particularly for bloggers.
To me, there are two kinds of stories, the kinds meaty enough to blog (or write, or tell someone) about, and those too small or insignificant or with too limited an interested audience to blog. So twitter either robs blogs of good content, or is created from blog waste — the soy pulp of the internet, if you will. I like the challenge and formality of blogging.
And so that is why I haven't tweeted. Feel free to convince me otherwise.
I should note it took me a long time to hop on the blog train because I liked the formality of institutional journalism. So, who knows, I may be tweeting before you know it.
