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Things I saw along the way

In The Daily Drool on April 4, 2010 at 10:31 am

Let’s talk about the cats…

This is Midnite and Daredevil post-apartment-load-up, pre-cat-load-up…  They each took a shelf in my bathroom cabinet and stayed there all day long praying that their nooks and crannies would come back to them and that the world would once again make sense.  It was adorable and heart breaking at the same time.  Poor little furballs!

This is Midnite in the back seat- she spent a considerable amount of her travel time shedding.  I need to de-fur my car.  She also put in a valiant effort to crawl beneath my feet and mess with the pedals, perhaps thinking if she could just get her paws on the breaks and stop this metallic carriage, all would go back to normal.  Her routine went something like this : Sniff, sniff, lap, hide face, back-seat, hide face, sniff the air conditioner, sleep, sniff, sniff, repeat.  If you’re wondering where Daredevil is, he’s beneath Midnite, under the blankets and curled next to the cooler.  That little guy didn’t move the whole ride over.

I just thought the sunflowers along the edge of the road were pretty…

I thought this sign was hilarious!!!  Good food, Great Coffee, and Unforgettable Women? What kind of establishment is this?  Did I go back in time to the Wild, Wild West?  What do they do that is so “unforgettable”?  There’s a story here, folks, but I was two-cats-two-heavy to stop and figure it out.

And for all you would-be-parents out there, here’s your chance.  You can find ’em at the Hollywood Video in Prescott Valley – Free!

That’s all for today folks…  Thanks for stopping by, and have a Hippity, Hoppity, Lovely, Little Easter!

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TIME?!

In Photography, The Daily Drool on March 15, 2010 at 1:02 pm

Today is a busy, busy day… one where I don’t have a lot of time to play or to write, or to do anything, really, because my brother is in town and I want to go see him and be playful, instead of plotting and planning, and “Doing things I’m supposed to do”  Like pack…

So I’m giving in.

And I’m not going to spend a lot of time here as a result… but I will include a few fun pics I’ve turned out this week (by way of some awesome models and some fun props)  for your enjoyment!

CAPTION ME!!!

What I did Today

In Photography, The Daily Drool on March 2, 2010 at 8:20 pm

Yes, that’s me standing on a stack of my scripts.

No, this was not on my list of things to do when I woke up this morning, but I had a rough start (looking at the cold hard truth of an empty checking account will do that to a gal)  So I played photographer.

I may not always look/feel like a million bucks, but at least I can have fun.

Picture! Picture!

In Photography, The Daily Drool on February 16, 2010 at 12:50 am

My friend Meredith and I went out with my camera for some new yoga pics.  What do you think?

Stony Monday (my dad)

In The Daily Drool on December 2, 2009 at 10:51 am

When I was in middle school I somehow became the target of some terrible taunting.  I don’t remember how or why- it was probably related to my stubborn willfulness (bullies like to destroy, and I imagine I presented a nice challenge, although I did get quite indignant… which is also fun for bullies, right?  Don’t they like a reaction?)  Anyway, I was this skinny little blonde girl and she was this tall red-headed shit-kicker… hmmm, I guess that means she wore cowboy boots?    It seems all the cowboys/girls were called by that name at some point- it’s really pretty gross.  But anyway, she was MEAN.

And I remember at one point getting Sprite poured over my head as I waited to be picked up after school, and then I turned around and pushed that little monster right on her ass, and I think we all got in trouble.

So… you’re getting the picture?

Well, so did my parents.  And my dad decided he’d help.

He got all his biker gear on and roared up to school one day to pick me up.  He parked right in front of the bus area where everyone exited the school, and idled there until I joined the melee, made my way over to the Leather Dad, and climbed aboard.  I don’t know if it’s fact or fiction, but someone the next day told me that they saw him cleaning his fingernails with the HUGE bowie knife he wears on his waist.

And I think they left me alone after that.

That’s my dad.

And we haven’t always seen eye to eye (we’re so damn stubborn!) but when I came home this Thanksgiving and he asked me to take some pictures of his ringed hands, I instantly obliged… thinking of him, my father, out there on his motorcycle putting the fear of the Bowie knife into all those Granite Mountain Middle Schoolers.

Thanks Dad!

The Media, my GOD the Media!

In The Daily Drool on October 8, 2009 at 8:20 am

Read this article and I promise it will incite in you a swelling of indignation.  If it doesn’t, you are a robot.

It’s not just that I care so very much that they airbrushed this model to skeletal proportions, but that they have the audacity to defend that decision against those who would point out it’s tremendous shortcomings.  What message were they hoping to convey by running this photo?  And what message are they sending now with that (ludicrous and egocentric) attitude?

If you want to keep the ire burning, click this link for the article about Self Magazine’s Kelly Clarkson cover where  two female editors defend their OBSCENE decision to replace her curvy figure with one that better suited their idea of “beauty.”   Seriously, I want to throw these women back in the oven cuz I don’t think they came out done.  They’re like, still doughy, and full of salmonella and shit.

All of this to say that the idiots at the top who are telling you what to wear are about as insecure as they come.  Do yourself a favor- look for strong female role models in the world around YOU.  And avoid the 2-dimensional kind – they’re just for decoration.

Don’t worry Mama, your daughter won’t grow up to be a Paparazzi.

In Photography, The Daily Drool on September 30, 2009 at 6:25 pm

I got a call yesterday from the Austrian Trade Org.  At first I started to giggle, because why in the world would the Austrian Trade Org be calling me if it wasn’t really some crazy scam artist about to tell me that I had just won a million Euro and if I would be so kind as to give them my account #, social, and first born child, they would messenger it right over.

But my giggles were ill-placed because the delightful woman on the other line wanted to speak to Tiffany Lee (my photography alter-ego) about taking photos of the Govenator when he stopped by their booth at the Governor’s Global Summit.

Wow!  Would I?  Sure!

So I did!

Arnold Schwarzenegger and the Austrian Trade Org.

AND it was fun.  But wow, little skinny-minnie that I am, I got moved around by those bodyguards like I was a lamp.  And the other photographers there? Brutal!  I am way too polite for that sort of thing.

In fact, it went something like this:  “Umm, Excuse me.  Excuse me.  I need to- right there actually, if I could be right there?  Thank you?”  And a big bodyguard man would let me creep forward an inch while another photographer stuck their mega-zoom in my face.  And all the while I kept hearing the Cheer Section in my psyche chanting Be Aggressive, Be Be Aggressive!

But then he was at the ATO booth and Arnold’s bodyguards shuttled me into a nook, and in that nook I stayed…  Until the group photo moment came.  Then I got to click, click, away for about 8.7 seconds before another strong handed fellow firmly steered me back into my nook.

And I have to say, for the big, strong men that they are, and at the rate of speed with which all this happened, they were incredibly polite.

Those other photographers though?  Pushy as can be.  I looked around and thought “Event photography?  Yes.  Paparazzi style?  No!”

Ladies Night

In Photography, The Daily Drool on September 15, 2009 at 9:27 am

Okay, time for a little shameless self-promotion…

www.TiffanyLeePhotography.com

Daredevil’s new do

In Essays on July 26, 2009 at 7:49 pm
New Do!

New Do!

I’m not one of those people who believes in bathing your cats, much less giving them haircuts… but Daredevil has been having a rough time of the heat lately (that long hair was a menace and he had the hair-balls to prove it!)   So I took him to the groomers and he got the Kitty Works… a skin-friendly bath and a shave.  And I think he looks quite handsome!

That’s not to say that the day went smoothly.  Daredevil makes the saddest most plaintive “Mew” when he’s distressed… and then there are those big, innocent eyes staring back up at you as you hand him over to the stranger that smells of soap.  (The same, brave stranger who would later report that my sweet, harmless Daredevil tried to take her hands in retribution for the bath.)

But after all’s said and done, I think the rest of the summer will be a bit easier for my adorable little lion.

The land of confusion…

In Photography, The Daily Drool on April 22, 2009 at 8:06 pm

 

Have the cows gone on strike?  

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