I can't sleep. VIPs are flying in tomorrow and I'm too excited to sleep. Someone inquired about my Boston pictures, so I thought I'd post them here for all to see. Nothing earth shattering, nothing to ooh and ahh over, just memories documented.
**click on pictures to enlarge/see them less pixelated. Not sure why Blogger hates me lately.
A quick trip to the river the day my mom got here.
I got this stunning shot of Sean and I. This was my fifth attempt at an in focus, correctly exposed, timer shot. I gave up after this one. I just couldn't delete the final beauty of us in our tourist sweatshirts, damp from the rain, freezing our butts off after wasting $30 on train tickets + five hours of our life to visit a town we were warned about.
At least it's documented.
I did get my child sticking his hand into a cannon. Something tells me he wouldn't have made a great soldier in the days of yore. The shot before this one, completely un-postable, was of him with his entire face plastered to the front of the cannon. Just further evidence...
That rounds out my week of stunning photography. Hopefully I can redeem myself tomorrow at the airport with it's fabulous lighting. :)