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There is something so entirely intriguing about the nature of elephants. Not only do they have wicked memories, but they cry and play. Even laugh. Their wrinkles are not only a part of them, but expected. They grieve the loss of a stillborn baby, or a family member. They are triumphant in their grandeur and absolutely stunning to just sit back and absorb, and take photo or two.


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| Office |
After a year of living here, we finally got our act together and furnished our main floor office. It's directly off the main entrance of our house and the perfect place where I can meet and greet with photography clients. And people, I am so totally digging it because my previous workspace? Yeah, totally a rumply unmade king-sized bed perpetually covered in dog fur. I'm pretty sure asking people to join me in bed to discuss finances would have a been a tad awkward, no?
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| Attempted creativity |
Angie had this really adorable photo in a recent post about posing tips for better family photos and I fell in love with this one photo of a little boy sitting on the exact same rocking horse that Nate likes to ride here at home. As soon as I saw it, I just knew it I had to try to recreate the festive scene once we got our Christmas decorations up.
Yesterday, Nate seemed to be a good mood after breakfast so I dressed him up in like, the only collared shirt he owns, which, by the way, my mom bought him, and asked him if he wanted to ride his pony. His eyes met the camera with a fleeting moment of anticipation and glee.
 But then Samson was all “Oh Hai! Are you taking pictures? Here, let me just make sure my great big giant dog head gets in the way, mmmkay?”
 Once Samson got bored of being all up in our faces, I asked Nate again if he’s like to sit on his pony, but by this point, he was too busy sticking his fingers in its moving singing mouth to bother listening.
 But wait! What’s this? Oh yeah baby. Perfect photo op here I come!
 Damn! Cut the horse’s head off. Let try again.
 And just as I thought I was snapping that perfect photo, guess whose great big giant dog head made a surprise appearance? Go ahead, take a guess.
 By this point, Nate was so not having anything to do with his pony anymore. The fleeting moment of toddler focus had suddenly shifted to wanting to be chased by a tickle troll.
 And after a riotus session of ticklish belly laughs, I asked him what the chances were of him sitting on his pony for like, one more second, but judging by the hand signal, I’d say he was telling me slim to none.
 There’s always tomorrow, or next week. Or, you know, next year.Labels: Nate, Photography |
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| The Great Photo Challenge |
Angie, photography guru and personal photo trainer extraordinaire (seriously, it’s like having your very own personal trainer, except for photos, and she’s free. Also? She won’t yell at you for eating cookies) is hosting the Great Photo Challenge.
One randomly selected winner will receive their choice of either a $100 B&H Photo gift certificate or a $100 Future Shop gift card. All you have to do is snap of a photo of a cool landmark in a unique and interesting way. Think cool angles, sun cast shadows, city skylines, moonlit towers, endless skyscrapers, fancy Romanesque-style churches, etc.
Although I’m not eligible to win, this is my entry. For this shot, I laid on the ground to try and capture the endless height of the windmill.
 Ok, I'm just going to go ahead and stop talking about the time I laid in the dirt at a Nuclear Power Park to take a picture of a giant windmill and how I'm now blaming all the extra radiation in my brain for the time I went to Wal-Mart and waited in a line up for like, ever, before the cashier rang up $187.56 worth of god only knows what totally unnecessary stuff was in that pile because I swear I only went to buy diapers only to discover that I had left my wallet in my camera bag, which was at home, which caused me to totally want to fall over and go to sleep and pretend like it was all just a horrible Wal-Mart nightmare. But then I remembered that shopping there IS a nightmare and, um, oh, right! I'm supposed to stop talking because $100 gift card is up for grabs, and in the words of my personal photography hero herself, Go! Click! Upload! Send! Win! Yay!
* UPDATE: Correction notice. The contest prize is your choice of a $100 gift card from either B&H Photo or Future Shop.Labels: Photography |
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| Etsy |
There is one very big difference between Mark and Me.
Every morning, he wakes up, showers and gets dressed in nice clothes and then he spends his day dealing with grown-up people doing very important grown up things in the very important field of health care.
Me? Every morning I wake up and change a pee-soaked diaper and then proceed to spend my day with a pint sized dictator who couldn’t care less if I even brushed my hair as long as we can play hide and seek and colour and waddle and quack like ducks together. And when Nate goes down for that oh so precious nap every day, that’s when I perch myself behind the glow of a notebook screen which, incidentally, makes strange rattling noises from being tossed on the floor by an unnamed tiny human one too many times, and do things like write, blog, twitter, or process photos.
So because Mark’s all OUT THERE and I’m all IN HERE, he doesn’t always get me. And by doesn’t always get me, I mean, he teases me. Like the time I finally got on board with the whole twitter thing and Mark thought that meant past tweets were twats.
And then yesterday, I opened up an Etsy store, and when Mark came home from work and I told him about it, he was all, “a what?” And I was all, “Etsy! You know, Etsy!” You’ve never heard of Etsy?
And he was all, “Is an Etsy like a Twitter? Because OH BABY, I’m all over twittering with your Etsy’s.”Labels: Mark, Marriage, Photography |
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| An affair with Autumn |
I went for a solo hike through the conservation area up the road this morning. And while the tip of my nose turned salmon pink and nature painted a sun-kissed glow over my cheeks with a brush dipped in the vibrant freshness of crisp Autumn air, I think, for the first time in a very long time, I felt myself breathing deeply and breathing with purpose.
Autumn has officially arrived this year on the seasonal fashion runway and initial reports seem to indicate she's wearing her most vibrant copper-hued harvest dress yet.
And while girlfriend struts her stuff, she’s so kicking the warmth of Summer’s sunny yellow ass to the curb and leaving him to hibernate in the dust of her befrosted fallen leaves.
As much as I want to cling to Summer, Autumn sure does smell nice. So nice, in fact, that I spent the morning inhaling her sweet scent and frolicking in her leaves.
When Mark gets home from work, I’m so going to have to explain all of the remnant red and orange bits on my collar.


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| Lucky |
Sometimes I catch myself wondering where I would be today if I hadn't walked away from a career in the corporate world. I left my job as a Database Analyst/Web Developer on the 30th floor of a downtown Toronto corporate high-rise after Ava died and I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss it all just a tiny bit. The adult interaction, tailored clothes, the annoying co-worker who put all his self worth in Gucci pants and his Mercedes, the money, oh how could I not miss that extra cash flow.
But then I try and imagine going back to that life and spending three hours a day commuting to and from this suburban bedroom community while managing life with a toddler at the same time. And I can’t. I can’t even fathom that. Seriously, props to all of the career Moms out there. I don’t know how you manage it all, I really don’t.
But you know that old adage that says necessity is the mother of invention? It’s so true. Life as a Stay-at-Home Mom has not only let me to be at home with my son, it has also allowed me to pursue other creative endeavors to help pay the bills.
In addition the occasional freelance writing gig, I started Karla Cadeau Photography, a new photography business this summer and I can't even begin to explain how thrilling and fulfilling it is to run two small businesses doing the things that I am passionate about while staying home with my son the majority of the week. This is an absolute dream and man, I kind of hate to call myself lucky knowing what this family has endured, but you know? I am. I really am. I may not be sipping $11 glasses of wine anymore, but I’m doing what I love, I’m home with my son, and I have a tremendously supportive husband. I’d say that’s pretty lucky, right?
If I wasn’t already married and in love, then I’d so totally want to hook up with the woman who has helped make this new photography venture a possibility. Angie, a photojournalist and professional photographer, took me under her wing and where I once just sort of chirped around and clicked my camera buttons aimlessly, she taught me how to fly. Figurative speaking, I mean. Not that I wouldn’t put it past her to actually know how to fly because this woman has opened up a whole new world of opportunity for me, and she did it all with a wicked sense of humour while keeping it all super straightforward, entertaining, fun, and most importantly, simple.
And the best part? Angie is here to share her expertise so that you too can totally take your pictures to that next level of WOW. And who can argue with wanting to forever still and illuminate your most cherished memories from behind the time-freezing optics of a digital lens?
I’ve added her brand spanking new website to the Untangled by Others menu at the top of this site. Feel free to wander over and say Hi! I hope you enjoy her writing and find as much inspiration from her photos as I do. Oh, and you so need to keep an eye out for her upcoming contest giveaway. It's going to be a lot of fun.
No warranties are being made however, that her professional knowledge won’t totally convince you to sell both of your kidneys to afford new camera gear. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Update: Oops. I forgot to shamelessly self promote the prints I have for sale. Anyone interested in feeding my shameless ego can view and purchase prints in the size of your choice from the Gallery section called Art Prints on Karla Cadeau Photography. I picked a handful of my personal favourites. Most of these are framed throughout my home. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Labels: Photography |
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