tough acts to follow

After the magic moon phone call and the gorgeous pre-dance photo shoot, how am I supposed to follow up with photos from the spring formal? Especially since I did not stay the entire time. I much prefer air conditioning and my computer to overheating in a tent.

Most of the spring formal really wasn't all that awesome to photograph anyway. Group dances like the Cupid Shuffle photograph mostly like a crowd standing in formation on the dance floor. I try not to capture the type of dancing that I always assume leads to teen pregnancies. So what's really left to shoot?

Swing dancing!

A few of the members from the dance club convinced the DJ to put on a swing song and took to the floor.


I spent pretty much all my time at the spring formal watching this display in awe.


I still like the portraits better though.

a magic phone call

I was working on putting together a post with some dancing pictures from the spring formal when I got a phone call from Cassidy, telling me to go outside and look at the moon. The magic words "big" and "yellow" were uttered, along with the promise of some beautiful clouds.

The next thing I knew, I was standing in the grass with my tripod set up and my remote in my hand. This is magic, people.

Apparently it is now Cassidy's automatic response to call me when the moon/stars/clouds look amazing. And just for that, I am willing to post two posts tonight.

smiles and bunny ears [I heart faces]

I wanted so badly to include this in my last post but I knew I needed to wait. This week's theme over at is smiles.


I really wanted to get a good picture of Sarah and Ben. They told me that their parents did not have too many photos of the two of them together, which I took to be a challenge. The only way I could seem to get genuine smiles from both of them was when I told them to put bunny ears on each other.

all dressed up and no place to go

Friday night was the spring formal here at the Honors College. It is the one night of the year in which the girls either go classy or go uh... the opposite of classy. Prior to the dance this year, we had a lovely sit-down dinner and my friends and I ended up at the 5 o'clock meal. In my life, time to kill between dinner and the dance roughly translates to photo shoot adventure time.

Obviously my friends are classy ladies and gents, especially these two.


Cassidy and Melinda just ooze charm and appropriateness.


Not to mention, they both picked absolutely lovely dresses.


Melinda also has a male partner-in-photos. She and Denis are absolutely adorable together. I did not pose any of these shots at all.

He totally mimicked Melinda's leg-lift-during-kiss, unprovoked.


The most fun to be had was as a group. We brought major amounts of sunshine and cheerfulness to Abacoa. Melinda, Denis, Sarah, and Ben were enough to trigger some major flaregasms. (I take no credit for the term 'flaregasm'. I picked it up from reading the blog is found.)

Once Cassidy was added to the mix, the craziness was off the charts.

Other than being mistaken for high school seniors going to prom, I think those faces were perfectly appropriate. Then again, I see no problem with making my friends stand in planters if I think it'll make an interesting shot.


We totally brought some rad to Abacoa. We're certainly not the Beatles, but I think we may just be cute enough that we can get away with this:

Ok, maybe not. But we're still allowed to sing and play in traffic, right?

you've got a friend in me

Made for the collage theme over at




When I saw this sign in Hollywood Studios, I knew I wanted to make something for my mom and her siblings. For as long as I can remember, 'You've Got A Friend in Me" has always been linked to my Auntie in my mind. Mom, Auntie Juj, and Uncle Steve have always been close and are three of the best friends a girl can have.

In trying to make this, I realized I don't have too many photos of Auntie and Uncle Steve, especially ones of just them alone. I need to work on this.

demolished theater

I got it into my head that I wanted to take Marjorie for a walk and photograph the stars. It was cloudy and Abacoa has an ungodly amount of light pollution, especially when events are going on. Tonight had both a baseball game and something in town center so I decided to take advantage of the 'ambient lighting' and photograph what's left of the Abacoa movie theater. I posted about it once before here.

I brought Doug with me, partially for the company and partially so the police couldn't falsely accuse me of trespassing/loitering/doing something illegal. We stayed on the sidewalk across the street and did not disrupt anything. But you can never be too careful when walking around after dark with a camera.




This just blows my mind. There is metal framework hanging out of half-demolished concrete:





I really wish they had salvaged these lights. I think they're beautiful.


I still regret not being about to explore inside before demolition started. But it's most likely for the best, since I have no idea what it was like inside.

highlights from Hollywood Studios

I was going to give you a much more wordy play-by-play but I just spent an hour and a half uploading the photos to Facebook one by one so I'm a tad burnt out. Instead, you will get some of my favorite moments. And amazingly, there is not a single Doug photo in the set.


This is for my mother, the 'home' I frequently address my posts to. She loves the Sorcerer's Apprentice and most likely wishes we could landscape our lawn like this. Obviously, she likes these too:



My grandpa (who may or may not read this blog) used to take me outside and dance with me, every time it stormed.

"I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling! I'm happy again..."


The Tower of Terror was completely creepy but so photogenic.

We rode it twice: once when we got there and then once around dusk. (Doug won't let me say "around twilight", 'lest we accidentally summon sparkly vampires or rabid fan girls.)

This perhaps sums up my experience the best:

Movie sets meet balloons meet beautiful weather to make a second childhood.