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Vegas :)

travelingphotog — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 23:33:14 +0000

A doggie wedding. This is insane.

travelingphotog — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 20:51:51 +0000

Could this possibly be Heaven on Earth?

travelingphotog — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 01:31:46 +0000

Update: No, it’s not

My cousin Britt

travelingphotog — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 19:43:31 +0000

I have finally edited and posted the shoot I did at Thanksgiving for my cousin Britt Sawdon. You may see the slideshow here.

Maybe they should try a different proposal :|

travelingphotog — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 02:05:40 +0000

The perks of living in a battleground state . . .

travelingphotog — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 23:55:39 +0000

Jimmy Buffett Concert: $0
Mediocre Margarita: $13
Obama for President: Priceless

Bahamas :)

travelingphotog — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 17:35:16 +0000

I’m in the Bahamas with Brad for Carly and Ryan’s wedding . . . Work starts in 1 hour and 20 minutes

Windows ;)

travelingphotog — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:28:40 +0000

Images of Bar Harbor, Maine

travelingphotog — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 17:55:19 +0000

I took these photos yesterday in Acadia National Park:

How to get around the gate bag-check on small airplanes

travelingphotog — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 15:27:02 +0000

I always check my clothes bag and carry on my camera bag. I want it with me, in the cabin, safely nestled above me in the overhead bin. In an emergency landing, I would save my bag first, and worry about women and children next. Especially when traveling to a wedding, this is my insurance (and my clients’ insurance) that my equipment will arrive with me, in one piece, for their wedding. Almost every town has a discount clothing store, but replacing the contents of my camera bag before a wedding would be difficult, expensive, time-consuming and often impossible.

Right now, I’m on a plane to Maine . . . A small plane to Maine. Sometimes they warn you, but today it was a complete surprise that they were issuing gate bag-check tags for all bags larger than a ziplock baggie. I started to sweat a little, especially when I saw baggage handlers throwing other people’s gate-checked bags onto their cart. I tried everything I could think of to diminish its apparent size and sneak it on the plane. Nothing worked. I knew there must be an alternative, so I began to carry my bag onboard. I really didnt know how I could talj my way out of this. Before she could finish her scowl, I blurted out to the flight attendant “I have over $10,000 worth of sensitive camera equipment in here.”

Did I really? She seemed to understand where I was going with my outburst . . . with few words and minor hesitation, I was granted access to the magical flight crew stowage. I felt like a rock star after she rearranged the closet for my stuff, never questioning the contents of my bag. Maybe it was the panic on my face.