This last week, I've been busy shooting lots of people outside in this glorious weather. But I also keep being surprised by the lovely birds! These are just a few of the outtakes that made me smile. Of course, I have seen ducks from afar diving for food, but to be almost right above one on the dock gave a better, more unique view.And I love seeing geese flying in formation. The fun part of capturing them with still photography is the closer examination of their form and wings. Just lovely.
For your internet shares today:I covet these boots. Do I need more shoes? Not at all. Am I sensible about this? Nope.And speaking of things I do not need at all (but would love to have), check out this amazing camera specially made for photographing space! Wowza!And I think I've mentioned how addicted I've become to audio books these days (I highly suggest this, this, this and this), but when I hit a lull, this podcast might make it into my rotation...
It's kind of lovely here right now, eh?I was driving in some southern suburbs yesterday scouting a location where I have a wedding this weekend, and I drove by a park I have never seen before. So I turned in to check it out.Yeah. I think I'll go back there. Mother nature puts on such a fantastic show this time of year in Minnesota.If you want to see more beautiful fall images, you can 
I had a shoot last night over at the Arboretum (which is LOVELY right now, you guys!), and they have a field of crazy scarecrows set up. How rad is THIS guy, eh? I loved the face on that pumpkin.I finally got some of my halloween decor out this weekend (not all of it... yet), and I'm slowly getting ready for the holiday. This is my favorite time of year, but it also happens to be when I am most slammed with work, which can make things nuts. But the crisp air? The crunchy leaves? The first fires in the fireplace? Man. That cannot be beat.For your internet share of the day, how about 
Oh man, today was rough. I brought Ezra home from daycare a bit early because he had fallen in class and split his lip, and I wanted to make sure he was all right. (Yes, he's fine.) (Yeah, I'm that mom.) Anyway, I get him home and take the kid upstairs for a diaper change, when I hear some suspicious rustling from the living room. I run down to find Mags eating raisins from a ziplock that had been sealed and put away. THIS DOG, I SWEAR.So if you don't know, raisins are toxic to dogs and can kill them (grapes, too). So I call the vet and they say she needs to vomit them up asap. How do you get a dog to barf on purpose? Make them swallow hydrogen peroxide. Duh.Magda needed to drink 1.5 oz. of the stuff. So how do I get her to do that, you say?The vet suggests a turkey baster down the throat. Yup. Just another Thursday at the Plesser residence.So here I am, in the back yard, forcing a turkey baster into Magda's open mouth, squirting peroxide down her throat as the poor girl is gagging and spitting it back at me (glaring at me incredulously for feeding her poison). Then we all wait in the yard for 12 minutes until she begins to heave, and up come the raisins, which I then have to hand pick out of the barf to make sure she doesn't eat them again.It's a life of glory over here, I swear.The photo at the top? That was from earlier today when I was testing my lights. She was feisty even before all of this. Imagine how much she likes me now.For your internet share of the day, 
I had a shoot today at a local agency, and they had this amazing foosball table that I (of course) had to photograph. How pretty is this!? Not as pretty as 
Earlier this summer, I was thrilled to take a bunch of photos for 
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This was the scene this morning as we comforted Mags by telling her that yes, we will in fact return to pick her up in a few days. It's always hard to drop her off at the dog sitter's house -- no matter how much she loves it there. And I'm always so, so happy to get her back when we return. But then again, vacations are mandatory in our family.We landed in Ohio around 4 pm today after living out my own personal nightmare of attempting to parent a toddler during a meltdown on an airplane, who also cannot have his diaper changed because the drink carts have blocked you in and so between the tears and the glares of fellow passengers, you soon feel wet warmth on your lap. Yeah guys. Living the dream over here.But we survived! And hopefully we never (ever, ever) have to see any of those people from that airplane again.And now that I have shattered any remnants of cool that I might have still maintained, let me steer you to the internet share of the day, where