it had rained the night before, so you knew this morning’s game was going to be challenging.  As if the girls weren’t struggling to get their own feet under them firmly for their first year of soccer, and in life, but now “someone” had to throw mud all over the field.  At times, playing with the mud when out of the game, was more interesting than the game itself.  The result was a lot of fun, a LOT of mud, and a “post last game pizza party”.

What a cool hip venue this was.

Throws you back into the Sinatra-esqe days.

The staff was incredibly on top of EVERYTHING.

Classy, intimate, clean and a memorable place to have an event.

I felt lucky to have shot there. . . hope I get to do it again.

I felt really quite bad.  I am in the process of changing my site dramatically (if you’re reading this then you’ve probably already figured that out)

Well, I asked my service provider “HOW” can I change my site name. . .again “HOW”.

Next thing I know, I’m getting emails from couples who can no longer see their photos. . .

Yes, the name was switched.

Now, not only could anyone find me, but if they did, I didn’t have much , if any, of a site ready to go.

It’s stil in progress, but I’m getting there now.

that moment after you hit “send” on your email with all the instructions on how the couple can

see their wedding images. . .

No response, no response. . oh my God. . they hate them.

I can’t believe they hate them.  I thought they came out great.

How could they hate them (note:  it has been a total of 7 minutes since I sent the email)

Then, there it was. . .   the email subjected  ” re: Wedding Photos”.

I break into a sweat, and then think to myself. . .Yeah, I could have done better, I could have shot more angles, or exposed up more on some of those inside shots, or I could have . . .

Oh. . . they “love” them.

About to send my latest bride her photos . . . I always sit and wait for a response and hope they love them.