we're about to bomb your RSS feeders

with blog posts every single day this week.  yup, full blog postings every single day.  why the sudden torrential outpouring you say?  

well we're leaving for NYC on oct. 22nd and coming back oct. 26th.  then oct. 27th we're leaving for bali and then coming back on nov. 6th.  we'll be shooting two engagement sessions in NYC and a wedding.  Then we'll be shooting a bali post wedding session and spending the extra time there to get some well deserved massages.  full body.  which means that we need to push everything out the door, fire sale style, before we leave so we can get images to our beloved clients on time.  

we've been cranking out production in our studio 24/7 these days and we'll be doing 25/7 worth of work this week getting all this stuff out.   

and what blog post is complete without a picture posting?  we realized that we had an absolute dearth of images of ourselves.  it's the story of the cobbler having no shoes of his own.  so we went out and shot some recent photos of ourselves playing around.  there's more in the about us section of the blog.  

ingrid easily amuses herself and those around her.  the lady on the right is stephanie, our fantasmically awesome designer/assistant/laugh machine.  

   

I'm so confused

I got 3 friend requests today on Facebook.  This one is from my dad.  I have no idea how I should react to this.  One part of me wants to laugh at how hilarious it is to see that my dad wants to be my friend on facebook.  Another part thinks, WOW, my dad is the coolest asian dad I know.  The other part is wondering how my dad even knows about facebook or anything internet related at all.  I'm so curious as to see who I'll find on his facebook page.  Please don't tell me it'll be full of my dad's friends from my childhood.  This is just so weird to me right now.

Anyone else experience something like this?

 Some of you may have heard this already, but pretty much all the cool images that you see on this blog are because of my dad.  I grew up watching my dad paint his fine art paintings all my life.  I didn't know it at the time, but all those hours of watching him paint and thinking that I would never be able to be as good an artist as him has completely shaped my artistic abilities to what they are now.  I always wanted to be able to create art like him, but I thought it would be too hard for me to even come close.  Even now my art comes no where near his abilities.  It's funny to think that as a little boy I was learning about lighting, composition, and colors without me even knowing it. 

 Thanks dad.  You're my hero and friend.  I guess I should add you on my facebook now.