So I'm taking a photography class (soon. hopefully.) And I have gotten really into learning all the theories, techniques, editing, etc.


Way harder then it looks.

But I'm getting there. Slowly. Especially considering that I dont have any special editing software ( I was stealing photoshop for a while using free serial numbers that I got off the internet to plug into the free download trial version. But they totally caught onto me. And that was the end of that). So now I just use the {very} limited tools of iPhoto and Picnik.



I enhanced the color a bit, blurred the background out so you can't see my moms foot anymore (lovely as it is) and I removed the food from Cruz's face.

I would love, love, love anyone who has experience or advice to shoot it my way.

I also took a couple pictures of the latest project I'm working on. Its Cruz's Christmas stocking.

Totally not Christmas colors, I know. But with department stores looking like they vomited green and red, I'm already sick of the traditional colors. So yellow, white and grey it is! Plus we are doing a rustic Christmas theme this year, so the stocking fits right in. I'll be posting picture of our tree tomorrow so you can get a better feel.

Now, to the most important reason for this post. I have been putting off writing this because I just haven't really been able to find the words to express how I feel about it.
On my families Thanksgiving "prep" day (we all get together wednesday night to start cooking and preparing for thursday) I was telling my family how badly I wanted a camera as I was dying to take a class and because my blog is really lacking in the pic department (iPhones just dont measure up).
Well thursday rolls around and I have to take Cruz to his Papa, which was really tough for me because Cruz would be having his first Thanksgiving dinner without me. And Cruz was less then thrilled and really didnt want to go. He was screaming before we even got to his dads door. Then Papa and I got into an argument and I was pretty shook up when I got to my aunts where we were celebrating Thanksgiving.
My cousin, who was home for the holiday, was kind enough to listen to me rant about Papa for a while. And to help me see that I am lucky. That things could be so much worse. That Papa could not care at all and never want to see Cruz. Would that be better? Would I want that for my son? I have to appreciate her wisdom. And know that she is right. I have much to be thankful for this season.

But I digress.

She also informed me that she had talked it over with her husband and that they were going to lend me their camera so that I could take my class.
... Speechless.
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude to A and L (I didnt ask permission to use their names, so they are A & L). I'm so blessed to call them my own. That they were thoughful enough to extend this gift to me, I'm ever thankful.

I offered to give them my first born, but when they found out how much he hates the car they figured it wasnt worth the work to get him through the 16 hour car ride home.

Seriously though, it makes me so incredibly thankful that I have such an amazing family. And incredibly humbled to know that some people dont. I have so much to be thankful for.

To my A&L, these photographs I take of my son, of his life, his learning, his growing; they are for you. To experience and enjoy and grow with him, until you have your own to share these wonders with. And one day you will. Know that you are always in my thoughts and my prayers. Thank you. I love you.

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