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Last week I had Katie & Rebekah over with their kids for lunch (I make a MEAN homemade mac n’ cheese). I figured if I fed them they’d share some photography secrets. Thank you thank you thank you both! It’s fun to see what we all saw… click here for Katie’s pics of the day and here for Rebekah’s images.
Katie, the model, Benson.
Jack & mom (that’s me), courtesy of Rebekah Westover. 
Katie’s daughter, Ella “luv bugs”.
Rebekah “getting jiggy-wit-it” LOL.
Katie’s daughter, Ella “luv bugs”.
Rebekah “getting jiggy-wit-it” LOL.
My handsome man, Jack.
Rebekah giving her “buggy” a love squeeze.
My favorite of my daughter, Piper. She’ll do anything for chocolate.
Katie workin’ the x-process.
Made this a little grainy for a softer, old-fashioned, feel.
Drip, drip, drip.
Mother and daughter, Rebekah & Violet.
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Met with an upcoming bride & groom at CJane’s pad (which is WAY cool, if you were wondering; and now that I know where she lives I will be there EVERYDAY – okay, maybe not EVERY day, but I WANT to be there everyday). Since I was asked to take pictures on their wedding day (no engagements or bridals), I pulled out my camera and snapped a few shots to get a feel for how they photograph. Darned cute, I’d say!
The last picture is of CJane HAND BAKING delicious, and beautifully designed, tarts (that might not have been their technical name). What an honor I had to partake of such lovelyness. AND… I’m looking forward to photographing the wedding! Oh, and the Yakisoba noodles were delish.
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~j is about to have a baby boy
Let us gather together and celebrate
next Saturday, October 7th, 2006
open house style at my home
straight up noon until 2pm.
A delicious lunch will be served.
She’ll call you from her banana phone
and give you directions if you want.
Gifts are not required, but LVC would say otherwise, I’m sure ;o)
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I’m not sure if I’ve told you about my eggs. Not the kind in my body (which won’t be producing any more human beings). No, the ones in my fridge that I don’t think I’ll eat. They’re not bad, rotten or spoiled. Here’s the story of how they became (other than out the behind of a chicken).
At church last month, Kent told me about Scott, a fellow motorcyclist in our neighborhood. He took a tumble. A major tumble on his bike with a deer. Just a few houses away, on his way to work, a deer popped out in front of him and it was too late to avoid. He suffered several broken ribs, gash in his head, road rash on his side, slice up his shin, a broken clavical and a few dozen eggs smashed in his saddlebag. The deer, well, he was done.
I went to Scott’s house with a card and a smile (I was dressed; it wasn’t the kind of smile with a birthday suit – ’cause I know that’s what you were thinking). Tried to make cookies to take with me, but they turned out CRAPPY – seriously. Little Lo Down is a gourmet pastry chef compared to my baking. We visited about riding and family then his wife and son took me out back to show me the mangled bike and the chickens. They were SO pretty (the chickens, not the mangled bike)! Told them about my Lucky Red Hen business name and they sent me home with some fresh eggs; 18 beautiful white, light blue, MS blue-green, brown and terra cotta eggs.
My problem is that they are too pretty to eat. It’s been a couple/few weeks now and I think they might be expired anyway. I feel bad because they sent me home with them to share with my family but I just can’t bring myself to bust them open. I suppose I could’ve cracked the white ones but the colored… too pretty.
So I’ll probably blow out their innards out and display them in a basket. Of course I decorate my kitchen with a few chickens, hens and roosters so the eggs will fit in well.
That’s my egg story.
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Last Saturday I participated in a charity ride with 50 other bikes (mostly Harleys, but not all).
The benefit was for Sharon Christensen, mother of 5 and wife, who is in and out of a coma. Someone driving a truck with a load of sand ran a red light and broadsided her car at 50-55mph. Her husband and kids came to the Harley shop to see the turnout and thank everyone for their efforts.
Orem police stopped traffic for us to get on our way (thanks!) as we proceeded to AF Canyon for the Alpine Loop then back through Provo Canyon ending up at the shop for a live band and BBQ.
One veteran rider took a turn too wide and ended up in the brush on the side of the road (not going fast, just didn’t turn tight enough) but there were no injuries to report.
Some of us stopped at Sundance for a walk around looking at Willie Holdman art, the gift shop and the BEAUTIFUL grounds there (it IS absolutely beautiful up there). Blonde Dog (Bob) & Low Rider (Mike) got refreshments so I asked if I could get some snapshots of them – that’s when BD pulled out his moving skull ring and had it talk to me.
Nothing like a skull ring to whisper sweet nothings in your ear ;o)
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