This city was not built of passion. It was built of commerce, bleeds dollars as industries become nomads. It is the city in which I love you but never the city which I love. Neighbors hear as I step on your porch, switch on lights pull back blinds just to check. Even animals set off alarms. We walk its streets, wanting to shake hands with trees as we hear street lights rattle with a change of direction. We want land that was once a playground, awash in nature, settle for a flower bed out back. I love to love you in this city, but it is this city that steals love buries it in shopping malls peddling plastic but never the passion that we pawn.
An interesting blog post by PictureCorrect on different types of photography. There’s options besides dressing up in clothes you’d likely never wear anywhere else. These ideas let families explore their individuality – a big change from the last time our family went to a photographer. (I don’t know if there’s any copies of those photos on display other than my mom’s house. Just wasn’t us.)