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These are my iPhone scouting shots for today’s shoot.
Thank goodness I’ll have my trusty assistant!
I love Animoto. The iPhone app is incredible for short, free, fun videos with your photos. Check it out!
Little Miss A is much more excited the second time around about this whole tooth thing. And it’s certainly not difficult to get her on board with the whole fairy situation. So here she is showing me loose #2.
And how bout that magenta feather in A’s hair? I’d love to run right out and get myself one today. In purple, of course.
Very recently, it was like my birthday all over again here at Sequined Asphault Studio (I mean, if I had birthdays anymore, which I don’t). The very same week I got to guest blog over at MirrorMirror, I decided on a couple of new ultra exciting camera lenses and ordered the first (with much prodding and many assurances from the gang about laying out that much money for the good of my craft).
And Tricia, who has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders, kindly assented to me coming over and testing out the new glass on 2 of my most favorite wee ones, A and Chase.
Even though it’s a totally new way of shooting for me, and after the fact there are definitely lessons learned, I’d say we got a few keepers in the bunch.
And I mean, come on! These guys can’t take a bad photograph! Too cute, right?
You know the drill. Please help decide. Choose which one you like better and if you’re feeling it, tell us why.
Overheard in the car on the way to the Sheep and Wool Festival {MS T (me), driving. Dug, shotgun. CawfeeGuy and CawfeeMate, jammed into the backseat.}:
Coffee… blah, blah, blah… Such a gorgeous day… blah, blah, blah. Yarn… blah, blah, blah… Sheep… blah, blah, blah… Lobster rolls… blah, blah… Tile… Music… Knitting… (unintelligible sounds and much gesturing from shotgun position, Dug) Deliverance country… blah, blah…
Me Hang on a second, guys… Dug? What’s going on over there?
Dug (excited hand gesturing and grunts followed by slightly sinister laughter) Oh, uh, go ahead and finish your conversation.
CawfeeGuy OK. So, blah blah blah (aside: not to be rude here but the wild antics going on in the tiny little space next to me were too much for me to focus at that particular moment on what was actually being said)
Me No. Excuse me. Stop.
Me You guys, he totally found a video of a Yorkie herding sheep. I can’t even see the screen, I can just tell by the smug look on his face… Dug? Did you find a Yorkie herding sheep?
Dug YOU TOLD ME CHEWIE COULDN’T HERD! ‘he’s a ratter. ratter’s don’t herd.’ THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID!!!!
Me You DID?!!! oh… em… gee… I can’t believe it!
Dug This guy is totally herding sheep!!
CawfeeGuy Oh, he’s not gonna let this go…
Me Chewie cannot herd. He has never seen a sheep. He has never been on a farm. He is very sleepy and doesn’t bark.
Dug HE TOTALLY COULD HAVE COME TODAY. RUFUS COULD DO IT! RUFUS COULD HERD!
CawfeeMate Rufus probably could. (laughter)
Dug Look at this YORKIE! (YouTube video playing on repeat, constant sound of tiny dog annoying bark. Video embed for your viewing pleasure all the way at the bottom.) His name is Bruiser… I love him.
Me He’s probably one of those York-asaurus-es.
Dug Heisnot! He’s 4 pounds. 4.
Me Oh.
(more laughter from the back)
CawfeeGuy You are really never going to live this down.
Me I know.
Dug Ohhhh. We should have entered them. Oh. Why didn’t I look this up before! I am so upset with myself that I didn’t look this up before!
Me OMG You cannot throw a dog that has never seen sheep in a ring, or whatever you call it, during A COMPETITION. There has to be training. You have no idea how to ‘handle’ a sheep dog. There is work and training involved.
Dug He can.
Me OK. Fine. We are on our way to a sheep and wool festival. You make friends with some sheep farmer, find someone who trains sheep dogs in CT, and I promise, we can take Chewie and Rufie on a day trip and give it a try.
{silence}
Dug You were wrong.
Me I was wrong. You were totally right.
Me And I would love for Chewie, I mean Rufus – because there’s no way Chewie’s going to have anything to do with A HERD OF SHEEP – to learn to herd. That would be amazing.
My dear reader, if you were here last week, you will understand that Dug is never going to let me hear the end of this. And now I’ve gone and given him an ulcer. Just like Diana predicted.
For the record. When we got home after seeing those beautiful sheep herding dogs, we looked at Chewie and Rufus, and we all agreed that they looked way smaller than usual.
Here’s where I jam in all my favorite pictures from the event. (I do not have pictures of the fried dough, maple candy or lamb burgers because I was too busy stuffing my face.)
GOAT!
This is the first guy we met on arrival and I love him. He sweats through his horns apparently. Random.
Are these not the cutest little handmade finder puppets? The detail is incredible. Dug bought a bag full. No joke.
And these little alpaca/cactus mittens! I had a hard time not coming home with a pair. That’s a sample Beekeeper’s Quilt on the right with some mini-skeins for sale – I happened to have started the Beekeeper’s Quilt hexa-poufs this past week. It’s a loooong term project I’m doing as a knit-along with CawfeeGuy. He’s working on some entrelac in this photo while we spent time knitting in the sun and watching the dog trials.
I was kind of expecting to see 1 or 2 breeds of dogs. And there were a lot of Collies and Australian Sheep Dogs, but there were plenty of other breeds represented as well. They were all pretty friendly and camera ready.
These guys may not look it, but they were the friendliest of the bunch. The reason I got these shots with my new 50mm was because they came right over and were sitting in our laps.
This is Dug. Talking about the dog trial he just saw. And then telling Dave about the alpaca he just saw. I think he sent out a text message to everyone he knows with a picture of the alpacas and the caption, “Taluloo and Carly. The official alpacas of the CT Sheep and Wool Festical. Don’t hate!”
Shearing, and then they sell the coats. They bag them up and tell you the name of the sheep you are buying and all it’s stats! The barn was filled with bags and bags of coats. Poor guys look so pink and cold after.
SHEEP!
Overall a huge success. Well, not a success for my diet. But a great time was had by all. Once we were able to get past the tragedy of not having Sheep Herding Yorkies. Yet.
For your entertainment, I present to you, Bruiser, the sheep herding Yorkie, in incredible action.
For the next few weeks, our Which One? feature will be a regular corner seat at the bar kind of post. For those of you who are new here, these Which One? posts are pretty straight forward – your input helps me determine which photo I’m using for whatever’s going on at the moment. You pick which you like better (and maybe even tell me why).
En este momento, we here at Sequined Asphault Studio are toiling furiously over our new web/portfolio site for our architectural and interiors photography. I know that we are toiling furiously because the Crystal Head Vodka bottle is dangerously empty and Don Eduardo is nowhere to be found. That jerk. Anywhoo, decisions are starting to get overwhelming so I’d be obliged if you could make some for me.
Here we have 3 photos, ta da. But the choice is between the first, or the second as a group. So you pick 1 or 2. Unless you just hate one of the bottom grouping and love the other, then you’ll have to make up your own rules.
Soooo. Which one?
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