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More from over Medway, this one took a few tries. These have some room for error… and attempting to get the one of Town Hall, I found many of those errors. Sun needs to be in the right spot, technical glitches are just waiting to happen and random movement of things near the subject can cause some confusion or just a bad look. Then I did the ‘shoot’ over the VFW, and it was the easiest, quickest one I have done. Can’t wait to do some up in New Hampshire soon.
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Other side of the camera for a change, it was a great day. Killer French Toast with Fruit for breakfast from my wife, kids got me this shirt, I bought a payphone at the Raynham Flea market – because I did not have one, and swordfish for dinner and the dogs behaved for this photo. Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there.
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Last night I joined a Photo Walk in Boston led by Don Toothacher of Hunt’s Photo in Melrose. I have organized my own walks in the past, but this was my first joining a different group. Twelve photographers from all over New England met at the State House, walked Beacon Hill and ended on top of a building overlooking the Common at Blue Hour. It was a great time, I tried techniques I know, but tend to avoid these days. I brought out some other lenses I do not use as much, just had fun with the opportunity and meet some great people on a gorgeous night. Now I need to figure out which ones to add to the gallery. If you have any interest in joining me on a photo walk – I have some local (to me) locations I am considering over the summer, drop me a note here.
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When you happen to have a camera in your hand and a train crawls by.
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The bird.
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Jack and Cassie had some photos taken today for their Dad, a Father’s Day gift. Dad is a big Yankees fan, so dressed for the Bronx team we meet up at the baseball field. Mom was so excited she shared the photos with him early, which means I can share them here.
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The Cassidy Complex home of Medway Youth Baseball. I spent many years there, as a kid, as a player and then as a coach. It’s changed a lot over time, lots of fun memories, lots of heated debates, lots of hot long games but most of all lots of great kids.
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Bath time for Argus.
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I have always joked, I am an introvert with a Bernese Mountain Dog – add a second, and make it a puppy. Then try to go for a walk, in a crowded area on a beautiful day. We could have paid for a year of college if we got a dollar each time they were approached. The good news is they love it, and they made a lot of people smile today.
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A great day, a great couple, an awesome wedding. Thank you, Anjelica and Chris, for having me join you today. Congratulations and nothing but happiness to you and your family.
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Not to get too deep on a Friday, but I have a theory that Pinky and the Brain are nothing more than a representation of two parts of the same mind. Combined they would accomplish so much, but Brain never appreciated what Pinky brought to the table so that they would fail each time. A perfect simile for two significant aspects of my own life. If only I could get them to work as a team instead of sabotaging each other. When in doubt, Team Pinky… Narf.
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Argus at 11 weeks, height, weight, bigger… 11 weeks today, 3 weeks home… not his best day. Or maybe it is, depends how you are measuring them. Pissed at the door on the way out to piss because I could not find a right sandal. See we have to hide all the shoes because he will eat them. I could not find any right sandals, so I had to wear 2 lefts sandals. Pissed while I was stupidly wearing the wrong footwear. Ate Josie’s food, but that is not new, that is a daily thing. Dug a huge hole, I think, to be honest I missed it, I tried to live my life for a moment or two and came back and there is a crater where there once was a mulch garden. Neither dog showed signs of being the guilty party, I even checked paws looking for evidence. I filled the hole, still wearing two left sandals and let it slide as a mumbled profanities and words that might had rhymed with “cupid steeple bet shoe bogs”. All seems calm, I went in to talk to Dan… went back out the hole was back, like a sequel, bigger and better than before. And this time he was proud enough to make sure I knew it was him. Covered in dirt, smiling ear to f’n ear, while the big dog stared at me with a tone that screamed “want to check my paws again left feet?” What else, oh yeah, he gave the big dog a black eye, well not a black eye like humans get but a scratch next to her eye that is swelled up and pink, she looks like she was punched, I am sure dog DSS will be here soon to interview her. No one is going to believe my word over that of cute little Argus… so I got that to look forward to. Broke the stone wall, have no idea how he did that, but he did, I need to fix that. Apparently 11 weeks in dog years is equivalent to a teenager on crack. Good thing he is cute.
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