I always bloody forget something. I’ve set up an account on Etsy where I’m currently selling prints of select photos. Prices are in mine eye reasonable – $19.99 USD per print, with $0.99 USD worlwide shipping.
Very much worth buying. You get to support a family in need to boot!
Beautiful, isn’t it?
I’m currently working in the Ferrari showroom of the Wynn hotel here in Vegas, which is pretty damm awesome work, truth be told. I work with, and have through the course of my duties, met no end of absolutely fascinating people from around the world.
My only real gripe is that there’s no chair, as there are some incredibly slow spells inside the showroom, fie.
I don’t get much time to update my site, but here I am, busily typing away. I think part of it is that I haven’t had much chance to go shooting, although I hope to shoot IR around the Strip on Saturday (fingers crossed).
At home, Caira is frighteningly intelligent and…mobile. Her favourite pastime is to go running around the house screaming at the top of her lungs and hauling random clothes nilly willy. I love her, but I’m starting to investigate into a shovel and a shallow patch of dirt, all in the name of a few hours respite.
And that’s about my last month. I get to sit in half-million dollar sports cars and make vroom noises, and get paid for it to boot. Awesome.
Caira makes the greatest faces sometimes:
I’m really incredibly happy in a giggly kind of way and still somewhat taken aback by the surreality of the whole experience of getting married; we stepped out of the car at the courthouse and immediately had ten wedding hawkers flock on us like overgrown pigeons… “Mine? Mine? Mine? Mine!” Eh, I ducked and scuttled for the doors while Mariah ran interference.
It was really anti-climatic. This being Vegas, I expected fireworks and clowns, but no, in a half an hour and one change of building we were married. Likely the most interesting part was the clerk who wasn’t able to read my handwriting, to the point that she had details wrong twice.
Afterward, we all hit Circus Circus for ale and whores…by that I mean light refreshments and entertainment.
We’re planning on a big ceremony toward the ends of the year, but most of the details beyond the fact it will happen are still up in the air.
Happy +1