I bit the bullet and signed up for the Creative Cloud version of Photoshop. (It’ll be 9.99 a month for the first year, and then who knows how much more.)
I haven’t downloaded it yet, though, because I want to at least get through editing the last two weddings of this season before I start mucking around with installing a new version over an old version. The last time I had to reinstall Photoshop it took several days and at least three different people to help me get it working correctly again.
Also, I might just say screw it and buy a new computer while I’m at it.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, my loves. :)
Oh my god I am so close to finishing this wedding I can taste it. Just have to export the web files and retouch the formals. Thank god there are only a handful of formals. I need a break so very badly.
Oh tiny bugs. I see you there, flying around in my formals. You are sneaky but I will retouch you out in the end.
Working through some wedding photos, I came to my first shot of the cake and I thought “Argh, there’s a basket of cocktail napkins in the background that are totally distracting. Why didn’t I see that??” In the second shot, they are gone. Thank you, Past Self. Good work. Good eye.
Well, the Wedding part of “Wedding Season” is finished… Now there’s just a million hours of editing left! Wheee!
Three years ago I woke up the morning after shooting the Zombie Pub Crawl and I realized that I had smoked too many cigarettes and felt gross and awful. I decided I finally needed to quit for real. I had my last smoke the first week of November, 2010. It was hard but it was worth it. If you’ve been thinking about quitting, here’s your sign. Do it. You’ll be so glad.
Saturday morning, while packing up my gear to go and shoot a wedding, I casually bent forward to move a box in my office and threw out my back. It wasn’t the worst it’s ever been, so instead of not being able to move in any direction without instant agony, I was able to kneel down and take a few breaths while my brain was screaming “FuckfuckfuckfucknononoNONOARGHHHHHHHH” etc.
Luckily, Mike came and rescued me. He brought me some ice packs and I spent the next two+ hours lying on the floor of my office trying to assess my pain level and make a plan for this wedding.
It turned out ok in the end. After ice and anti inflammatories, I wrapped my midsection with a giant ace bandage, put on a couple of layers of spanks on top of that and inlisted Mike to come with me to carry my gear and assist. I don’t know how I would have done it without him…
Besides the pain, it turned out to be a fantastic wedding.