Nice Baby Photo Book photos

photos of baby Alison mirroring her mother

Image by schmuela
Bechdel said that these photos were the genesis of the book "Are You My Mother?"

3.18.10

Image by es74273

Page 21 - The End

Image by Selbe B
"Made of a Mac" - Wouldn't be any other way.

Munchlet Eins' Photo Book

Books for babies 20th anniversary

Image by Christchurch City Libraries
Photos from the 20th birthday celebration of the Books for Babies scheme, held at Central Library, 7 February 2011.
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Find out more about Books for babies on the library website or read the media release.


From the collection of Christchurch City Libraries

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Nice Professional Baby Photos photos

Digital Photogra-fix

Image by Sinsational Boudoir

Digital Photogra-fix

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Digital Photogra-fix

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Digital Photogra-fix

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Digital Photogra-fix

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Nice Baby Photos photos

Baby Steps

Image by .guin

Babies!

Image by Mr Tickle - Wachoo Wachoo Tribe Congressman
Scanned photos from the family album. :)

babies

Image by istolethetv

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Nice Baby Picture Poses photos

Baby Waving with Parents in Background

Image by Tampa Band Photos
This was another one of those lucky shots where everything just fell into place. I intentionally shot it with a shallow depth of field so that the parents would be blurred in the background, but I never thought the baby would wave to me at just the right moment. Classic!

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posing with monkey

Image by jesstermix77
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

from the trip

from the trip to the ROC - nov 2008

tree hugger

Image by Samhines
this is such a senior picture pose

Posing cub

Image by Tambako the Jaguar
A picture from May 2009, this is Jasraj posing among the grass and stones of his enclosure of the zoo of Zürich.

BTW, I reached 2 million views on my gallery!

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Nice Cute Babies Pictures photos

Baby Bird

Image by Kelly Finnamore
Not quite sure what kind of bird this is, but it was on my porch and decided to take a picture. This was the first time he/she left the nest in our back yard.

Baby Bird

Image by Kelly Finnamore
Not quite sure what kind of bird this is, but it was on my porch and decided to take a picture. This was the first time he/she left the nest in our back yard.

Mike and Joel

Image by kahunapulej
The cute baby boy in this picture is the one I rushed to the hospital from a remote village when his mother was in labor way too long and in distress. Mother and child both lived. It was therapeutic to me to be able to hold and pray for this baby, recently. He thought my beard was fascinating. Praise God! Jesus still loves the little children!

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Nice Baby Acne Pictures photos

Image by wakingphotolife:
Chapter 1.

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Everything that I wasn't able to sell or give away, I moved to Doris and Ray's garage next door. They offered me their basement, converted into a spare bedroom, until I found a new place but I told them it was alright.

“Stay as long as you want,” Ray said, “I know what it's like.”
“Honestly, it's nothing.”
“You sure? It's just Doris and I.”
“Nothing but a setback. We all go through them right?” I said.
“Yup.”
We were at the Golden Bear; he stopped me when I tried to pay the bartender. “I got it. Don't worry about it man.”

Besides the bedrooms, my house is empty. In a week, I will no longer call it my house.

The landlord gave me a month before she'd change the locks and hand the keys to the new owners. This is how she phrased it. Maybe it was the beer bottles I forgot to put away, my unshaven face, the pile of magazines and newspapers strewn about the sofa, and the broken ceiling lamp from when she came over to talk to me about the deposit.

I have been restless through the entire summer and now there's only a week left. I regret not doing more. The few freelance clients I had left stopped calling after going through the last rounds of pushed deadlines.

Eleven o'clock, ten, twelve—on my days, I wake up late in the morning. The sun is at the top of the blinds by that time. I am listless through the afternoon and kept up at night by the guilt of having nothing to show for the days.

Lhasa is somewhere in the house. Either under the staircase, in the pantry, or behind the curtains of the kitchen window where a tall cherry tree shades that side of the house. This cat has spent the entire season in hiding.

I call her name as I walk, checking all her sanctuaries throughout the house. Today, she has chosen the staircase.

The house is quiet and I can hear her claws clack off the hardwood floors. I have become use to a silent house. Every aspect of it—the delayed sound of water traveling through the pipes, the natural creak of the walls at night, the clank of the blinds against the window, Lhasa in her daily wandering—moves in to replace the lack of human noises.

Though she does like to be handled by anyone besides Anne, I pick Lhasa up anyway. She struggles against my forearms and chest but I hold her steady, stroking the underside of her chin until she closes her eyes and settles herself. She runs hot and cold, from craving your affection to you not existing at all. I am running hot and cold now as well. I will be the one that's dictating.

“Tell me, when is your master coming back?” I say.
She looks away.

**

Saturday today. There are still some boxes in the corner of the room. Books, movies, things from the kitchen. Last night, I found and dragged one down from the attic. I wrote “Misc.” written across the front with a Sharpie but hadn't bothered to look inside. A gallery contact offered to buy some prints so I went out to meet them. When I came home, I forgot all about it.

Lhasa starts to contort herself. Knowing her bite, I set her down and watch her go down the hall and back to her space. I am never in control, not even today.

August. No fans around.

In the downtown Victorians, the heat hangs itself from the ceiling and forces you to be aware of it at all hours. You can see the distortions in the air if you focus long enough. The windows are open but nothing is going through them even though the leaves of the cherry tree are rocking back and forth outside.

I look at my watch, it's noon and already, my t-shirt is clinging to my back.

There's a bag of baby carrots, celery sticks, some eggs, and two bottles of Pabst inside the fridge. I take the Pabst and walk into the living room and open the box. “Alright, let's have a look inside.”

There are nothing but photo albums in the box, stacks of them. The top one is bound in a brown leather cover. When I thumb the edges, it comes off onto my finger like saw-dust. How long has this been in the attic? I don't know. How did it get there? I don't know. I open it.

Family photos. Photos from my childhood.

My fat cheeks fill the frames. Cheap blue jeans, torn t-shirts, sweatsuit outfits with misspelled labels: Rebok, Nika, Adias. I'm standing in front of a merry-go-round with my mom next to me. She's holding my hand while smiling into the camera. Free arm at my side, my shoulders are slouched forward, and the corners of my lips turned down.

Teal paint is chipping and peeling away from the edges of the horse carriages and tea cups.

My mom and I are composed left of center. My dad took this photo. I know because this is how I would've placed ourselves, left of center. We are in between two flying horses. The lens flare travels over our faces, the light casting everything under a pale magenta all the way into the bottom right corner.

I slide the photo out from underneath the plastic cover. On the back in slanting cursive, it reads June 25th, 1986—Great America, San Jose. My fifth birthday.

Before we moved, my father's cameras were a fixture in my parent's bedroom. They were placed high above the shelf on the entertainment center. The first camera he bought was a Minolta Maxxum 5000. In one of the photos, he is standing behind me in front of the store counter as I am setting up a tripod in the foreground. The description says January 2nd, 1986—Ritz Camera.

It was the first camera produced with auto-focus and a motorized film advance; the shutter release held the sound of the '80s. My mother and I relived our lives in rolls of cheap Kodak film.

This is the same camera that I started with.

I sit against the wall and turn to the next section of the album. It's marked by a post-it note written in the same sprawling handwriting, Middle School—12 to 14, the note falls out of the album when I turn the page over.

My face is beginning to even out. A chin and jawline emerges. Instead of a bowl-cut, my hair is combed to the sides, and faded high in that typical '90s “A-Z-N” cut. The center part comes through like a white chalk line on my scalp. Red dots populate where they my long and jelled bangs end. They are where the acne would later sprout like cauliflower.

Lhasa is coming down the hall as I'm looking at the album. I can hear her footprints. She passes by me in the living room. She jumps onto the kitchen counter-top and except for her tail lingering around the center, she is hidden by the curtains. My forearms are slick, leaving damp marks on the thighs of my jeans. I'm due for another beer.

The mist from the fridge is cold and spreads along my arm when I reach into it. I take my glasses off and open the top freezer compartment. I stand for a while in front of it, leaning forward, I want to stick my head in there. For some reason, the image of Sylvia Plath with her head in an oven comes to me though I thought I'd die from putting my head into the freezer.

When I touch my temples, I can feel the shallow contours of the acne scars left there. I remember that this is why I turn towards the camera or away from it, whenever Anne or anyone else tried to take pictures of my profile.

The photos from middle school were different than the ones at the beginning. I am placed at the far ends of the frame—arms, legs, feet cut off. If not, then I am dead center. My skin is oily and lifeless under the harsh camera flash.

None of the photos are dated.

We moved to Sacramento in 1993. My father stayed in San Jose for the first few years while my mother and I lived alone in our new home. I saw him on weekends. Or during the middle of the week, the headlights of his Buick climbing along the wall in my parent's room late at night, in dream like sequences where he stood in my doorway and was gone by the time I woke up for school.

More than half of the photos from that part of the album were from my graduation.

It rained on that day. I have the faint image of my mom wearing the chunky Minolta, using it as ledge to place her crossed hands, around her neck. All the photos came out blurry under the dim gym lights and I am indistinguishable from any of the people next to me.

On the way home from the ceremony, the crew blew a flat. This is my most vivid memory: tire iron in hand, I knelt on the wet asphalt in my only pair of dress slacks.

I take my head out of the freezer. My face feels cool; my ears are burning.

The thermostat above the recycle box, where I put the empty bottles and cans, says 97. It is likely triple digits outside. I can see Doris on their backyard porch through the window above the sink. She's laid out across the recliner with a book in front her eye. Ray and Doris have one month to go before the ninth.

I return to the photo album and sit on the stairs. It's late mid-afternoon now and the sun has crept up along the walls in the living room. Lhasa is nowhere to be found.

I have a more difficult time trying to read the handwriting on the next post-it label. Same slanting letters bending over themselves towards the right. But this time, the lines are not as uniform, not written in one smooth stroke. They start and stop with tremors in between.

High School—14 to18. Four pages, sixteen 4x6's in all. Like the section before it, most of them are also from my. But there are also dates on the back of these.

My face is fat again. Even more so with the pair of thin silver half-framed glasses I have on. My mom is now a small and petite woman standing next to me.

One of my hands is lifted in a thumbs-up sign, the other is putting the graduation cap on top of her voluminous perm. She's clutching my diploma in front of her, both hands, and is looking directly into the camera. Her crossed left eye is more prominent in these photos and it makes her appear as if she's looking at something off the frame. May 31st, 1999 – Half of our work is done is what it says on the back.

It's the last picture in the album. I close it and set it's disintegrating shell back into the box.

It's been more than half a decade since I've last seen or thought about these photos. I look around this empty house and then at the closed album. They are of me but I don't belong in them; I look at the back of my hands and turn them over. I am in the but not in them. I close my eyes and comb through my memories, trying to find the scenes that are in the photos. Except the day with the flat tire, nothing registers. Nothing that was taken.

I touch the scars on the sides of my head again. The deepest impressions are hidden under my thick glass frames. They have become apart of my face. Without them, I can't see anything, not even the features of my face in the mirror.

“I want to see photos from when you were a little kid,” Anne asked once.
“I don't have many and they're all at my parent's place anyway,” I told her.

**

It is evening now. I've fallen asleep on the floor with my arm underneath my head. I massage the muscles there. After dinner a quick dinner, instant noodles, I carry the box to Doris and Ray's place.

Ray answers the door after I ring the doorbell. “More stuff huh?” he says. He's standing, in his shirt and tie, in the doorway with a spatula in hand. The air smells of bacon and eggs and in the background, I hear the sizzling from the frying pan in the kitchen.

“Yeah. Besides whatever is left upstairs, this is the last of it,” I say.
“Come on in. I'm just walking a quick snack. Do you want something to drink?”
“Sure.”
“Johnnie Walker?” Ray says behind him while on his way back to the kitchen.
It's quiet. The only other sounds are coming from the evening news on the TV.

“Yeah. Not too much though. Where's Doris?”
“She's taking a breather on the sofa.”
“Ah. I see.”

I take the box down the hall and into the garage where I set it beside all my other belongings on the far side of the wall, away from Doris' Toyota. I pull my t-shirt off my chest and fan myself. It's musty. I can traces of dust drift through light by the open side door. Even at nine o'clock, it's still light outside.

A whiskey glass with two cubes of ice stands on the kitchen nook when I go back inside. I finish it in three sips and lean against the counter. From here, I can see Doris sleeping on the sofa. The ceiling fan is on high flutters the stray locks of hair bordering her face. She's in the same gray maternity dress from when I saw her in the afternoon.

I realize I don't remember how she looked before she was pregnant. The idea that it's only been a year and a half since Anne and I had come over for Thanksgiving dinner, to meet the new neighbors, is strange. It should have been longer than that but no, it's only a year and a half. On other days, it feels shorter than that, a month or two ago.

Still...a year and a half.

I'm amused by my forgetfulness and I try to think about what has happened to me.

“Nice weather huh?” Ray says. He turns the fan above the stove off and sits down on a stool across from me.
“Do you want something to eat?” he says.
“I'm alright. I just had dinner before I got here.” I say.
“It's going to be a scorcher this week.”
“I'm sweating already.”
"The heat makes people go crazy; they do all kinds of things.”
“I thought it'd be the other way around.”
“No at all. Have you heard of the Santa Ana winds?”
“In Los Angeles?”
“Yup. People call it the Red Wind because they think it makes the rates of homicides go up.”
“It's the same in Sacramento?”
“Nope. It's just an urban legend. It's all bullshit.”

Ray laughs.

“That's great for you then,” I say.
I pour myself a shot.
“So you're going to stay in Sacramento?” Ray says.
“Probably. I'm a valley kid now, 916 lifer. Maybe I'll just move down the street.”

As I'm leaving, Ray hands me their spare garage door opener. “Just take it,” he says, “You still got a bunch of stuff right?”

Baby acne

Image by A-A-A
Anika has had baby acne since since her 3rd week. Unfortunately it can last until 6 mo. Can´t stop taking pictures for that long!

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Nice Baby Animal Pictures photos

Xi'an Market15.JPG

Image by robot glue
baby's butts were always exposed, no diapers(or as my mom calls them "bumpers"), just a hole in the rear, it was hard to take a picture of a naked rear, people frown on that.

Hiding in Mom's Shadow

Image by Fitchmatt
We spotted a couple of giraffe in the distance, and decided to approach on foot. The sun was right in our eyes so we circled around to get a better angle for pictures. There hiding behind mom was a week old calf, kneeling in the grass.

Baby

Image by Dogwalker Brasil

Close-up of baby elephant saying hello at the Anantara camp

Image by caspermoller
Picture from visiting the elephant camp at Anantara Golden Triangle, Thailand

Picture from visiting the elephant camp at Anantara Golden Triangle, Thailand

Picture Frame- Baby Animals

Image by Snickerpuss
recycled frame

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Nice Funny Baby Picture photos

Bubbly Baby Face free creative commons

Image by Pink Sherbet Photography
My Getty Images stock photography portfolio

My Evolve Images stock photography portfolio

Interested in my images?
Email me!
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My photos that have a creative commons license and are free for everyone to download, edit, alter and use as long as you give me, "D Sharon Pruitt" credit as the original owner of the photo. Have fun and enjoy!

Baby - tunnel (animated)

Image by quadrant6ix

train

Image by tyger_lyllie

Dont take any more pictures Dad, I've had enough

Image by Andy Wilkes
Hannah gives me the 'look'

The Harmon's Christmas Picture

Image by ♥ kacyphoto

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Nice Baby Photo Frames photos

Take it easy kid, I gotta finish this article

Image by Ed Yourdon
Note: this photo was published in an Apr 8, 2010 Mexican blog titled Podcast #42: Maternidad sobreinformada." It was also published in a May 27, 2010 blog titled "Strategies for the Work-Bound Stay-At-Home-Moms (and Dads)." And it was published in a Dec 10, 2010 At Home Moms blog, with the same title and detailed notes as what I had written on this Flickr page.

Moving into 2011, the photo was published in a Feb 6, 2011 blog titled "The top 5 benefits of being a work at home mom."

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This was taken on the east side of Broadway, between 86th and 87th Street. I thought it was intriguing that the woman was concentrating so completely on whatever she was reading, while absently patting her baby -- who looked like it was desperately trying to reach the bottle of milk that was just a little too far.

I stopped in front of them, and took a good 10-15 seconds to frame and focus the shot. The mother didn't notice me at all...


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This is part of an evolving photo-project, which will probably continue throughout the summer of 2008, and perhaps beyond: a random collection of "interesting" people in a broad stretch of the Upper West Side of Manhattan -- between 72nd Street and 104th Street, especially along Broadway and Amsterdam Avenue.

I don't like to intrude on people's privacy, so I normally use a telephoto lens in order to photograph them while they're still 50-100 feet away from me; but that means I have to continue focusing my attention on the people and activities half a block away, rather than on what's right in front of me.

I've also learned that, in many cases, the opportunities for an interesting picture are very fleeting -- literally a matter of a couple of seconds, before the person(s) in question move on, turn away, or stop doing whatever was interesting. So I've learned to keep the camera switched on (which contradicts my traditional urge to conserve battery power), and not worry so much about zooming in for a perfectly-framed picture ... after all, once the digital image is uploaded to my computer, it's pretty trivial to crop out the parts unrelated to the main subject.

For the most part, I've deliberately avoided photographing bums, drunks, drunks, and crazy people. There are a few of them around, and they would certainly create some dramatic pictures; but they generally don't want to be photographed, and I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of them. I'm still looking for opportunities to take some "sympathetic" pictures of such people, which might inspire others to reach out and help them. We'll see how it goes ...

The only other thing I've noticed, thus far, is that while there are lots of interesting people to photograph, there are far, far, *far* more people who are *not* so interesting. They're probably fine people, and they might even be more interesting than the ones I've photographed ... but there was just nothing memorable about them.

Stroller

Image by Ed Yourdon
This was taken at a children's playground on Amsterday Avenue and 77th Street, where a water sprinkler was keeping several young children cool and wet in the hot summer afternoon...

Note: this photo was published in an Aug 16, 2010 blog titled "10 Do’s & Dont’s for your Email Marketing." It was also published in an Oct 18, 2010 blog titled "Mid-South women hosting meet-ups for moms."

Moving on to 2011, the photo was published in a Jun 12, 2011 blog titled "GUIDA ALL’ACQUISTO DEL PASSEGGINO E DELLA CARROZZINA – quinta parte."

Moving into 2012, the photo was published in a Mar 31, 2012 blog titled "Baby Doll Stroller In The Water Sprinkler."

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This is part of an evolving photo-project, which will probably continue throughout the summer of 2008, and perhaps beyond: a random collection of "interesting" people in a broad stretch of the Upper West Side of Manhattan -- between 72nd Street and 104th Street, especially along Broadway and Amsterdam Avenue.

I don't like to intrude on people's privacy, so I normally use a telephoto lens in order to photograph them while they're still 50-100 feet away from me; but that means I have to continue focusing my attention on the people and activities half a block away, rather than on what's right in front of me.

I've also learned that, in many cases, the opportunities for an interesting picture are very fleeting -- literally a matter of a couple of seconds, before the person(s) in question move on, turn away, or stop doing whatever was interesting. So I've learned to keep the camera switched on (which contradicts my traditional urge to conserve battery power), and not worry so much about zooming in for a perfectly-framed picture ... after all, once the digital image is uploaded to my computer, it's pretty trivial to crop out the parts unrelated to the main subject.

For the most part, I've deliberately avoided photographing bums, drunks, drunks, and crazy people. There are a few of them around, and they would certainly create some dramatic pictures; but they generally don't want to be photographed, and I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of them. I'm still looking for opportunities to take some "sympathetic" pictures of such people, which might inspire others to reach out and help them. We'll see how it goes ...

The only other thing I've noticed, thus far, is that while there are lots of interesting people to photograph, there are far, far, *far* more people who are *not* so interesting. They're probably fine people, and they might even be more interesting than the ones I've photographed ... but there was just nothing memorable about them.

Drypers Learn & Love in-store event in Malaysia - SCA

Image by SCA Svenska Cellulosa Aktiebolaget
www.sca.com SCA baby diaper brand Drypers Wee Wee DRY has launched a Learn & Love special edition in Malaysia. The educational diaper design turns diaper changing into a special moment of bonding between moms and babies.

To support this initiative, a nationwide “Learn & Love” in-store campaign will run for seven weeks at selected major retail outlets across Peninsula and East Malaysia, to generate consumer interest and excitement about this first Drypers special edition range.

Every weekend from now until the first week of September, consumers who purchase any Drypers Wee Wee Dry “Learn & Love” special edition pack will have the chance to get a special family photo taken on-the-spot. The Drypers “Special Moments” family portrait will be photographed at attractive Drypers booths setup in participating retail stores. Photos taken are then instantly printed out and inserted into a specially designed Drypers “Learn & Love” frame, for consumers to take home as a unique memoir of their special family moment together with Drypers!

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Drypers Learn & Love in-store event in Malaysia - SCA

Image by SCA Svenska Cellulosa Aktiebolaget
www.sca.com SCA baby diaper brand Drypers Wee Wee DRY has launched a Learn & Love special edition in Malaysia. The educational diaper design turns diaper changing into a special moment of bonding between moms and babies.

To support this initiative, a nationwide “Learn & Love” in-store campaign will run for seven weeks at selected major retail outlets across Peninsula and East Malaysia, to generate consumer interest and excitement about this first Drypers special edition range.

Every weekend from now until the first week of September, consumers who purchase any Drypers Wee Wee Dry “Learn & Love” special edition pack will have the chance to get a special family photo taken on-the-spot. The Drypers “Special Moments” family portrait will be photographed at attractive Drypers booths setup in participating retail stores. Photos taken are then instantly printed out and inserted into a specially designed Drypers “Learn & Love” frame, for consumers to take home as a unique memoir of their special family moment together with Drypers!

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Sprinkler

Image by Ed Yourdon
This was taken at a children's playground on Amsterday Avenue and 77th Street, where a water sprinkler was keeping several young children cool and wet in the hot summer afternoon...

Note: this photo was published as an illustration in an undated (Nov 2009) Mahalo blog titled "How To Conserve Water," at www-dot-mahalo-dot-com-slash-how-to-conserver-water. It was also published in an Oct 5, 2010 blog titled "A New York Story." And it was published in an undated (mid-Oct 2010) Baby Buggy Products blog, with the same erudite title as the caption that I put on this Flickr page.

Moving into 2011, the photo was also published in a Jul 21, 2011 blog titled "Heat "dome" descends on mid atlantic region: what are the coolest places to visit this summer?"

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This is part of an evolving photo-project, which will probably continue throughout the summer of 2008, and perhaps beyond: a random collection of "interesting" people in a broad stretch of the Upper West Side of Manhattan -- between 72nd Street and 104th Street, especially along Broadway and Amsterdam Avenue.

I don't like to intrude on people's privacy, so I normally use a telephoto lens in order to photograph them while they're still 50-100 feet away from me; but that means I have to continue focusing my attention on the people and activities half a block away, rather than on what's right in front of me.

I've also learned that, in many cases, the opportunities for an interesting picture are very fleeting -- literally a matter of a couple of seconds, before the person(s) in question move on, turn away, or stop doing whatever was interesting. So I've learned to keep the camera switched on (which contradicts my traditional urge to conserve battery power), and not worry so much about zooming in for a perfectly-framed picture ... after all, once the digital image is uploaded to my computer, it's pretty trivial to crop out the parts unrelated to the main subject.

For the most part, I've deliberately avoided photographing bums, drunks, drunks, and crazy people. There are a few of them around, and they would certainly create some dramatic pictures; but they generally don't want to be photographed, and I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of them. I'm still looking for opportunities to take some "sympathetic" pictures of such people, which might inspire others to reach out and help them. We'll see how it goes ...

The only other thing I've noticed, thus far, is that while there are lots of interesting people to photograph, there are far, far, *far* more people who are *not* so interesting. They're probably fine people, and they might even be more interesting than the ones I've photographed ... but there was just nothing memorable about them.

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Nice Babies Pictures photos

Papa Seahorse with babies

Image by snaulkter
Another Papa Seahorse with babies for the shop. His twin sold in a matter of days!

The babies pictured are borrowed from Willow- I will be making brand new babes for this seahorse. I haven't had much time to craft lately, as Zem is just getting over a little cold and needed her Mama more than ever.

*EDIT* Sold!

Dom's ready for Christmas

Image by Ed from Ohio
But daddy still focuses on the background. (though on closer inspection, I think I nailed his eyes here).

The Bowtie: Do Not Want

Image by The Spacebase
Me. Probably 1983. Very unhappy, whenever it was. I didn't like being held over the turtle pit.

Cowgirl #1

Image by KateMonkey
The first photo I have of me on a pony dressed as a cowgirl. The nursery I went to did this every year. I don't remember it, but I apparently loved it. Which is weird, 'cause I was never a horse kind of girl.

I look really young in this, so I'm guessing '79/'80. Possibly late '78.

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Nice Baby Photo Contest photos

Futebol

Image by Peter Parker -Site otakubrasil

Futebol

Image by Peter Parker -Site otakubrasil

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Image by Peter Parker -Site otakubrasil

by peter-www.otakubrasil.com.br

Image by Peter Parker -Site otakubrasil

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Image by Peter Parker -Site otakubrasil

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Cool Cute Baby Photos images

Linda and her baby

Image by cuatrok77

Bar Baby

Image by dongato
This cute litle girl was sitting on the bar at
texan Bay. She was very curious about the camera around my neck so I asked her if she wanted her photo taken. Her momma said it was OK so t
I took this shot. texanbaymarina.com/

Cute as a Button

Image by javcon117

Erin Poop cute as always!

Image by kuckibaboo

I'm too cute for this photo

Image by Bianca Nogrady

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