tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73204304907312034932009-02-20T21:03:09.985-06:00A. Bennett PhotographyA. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-59911263831595072272008-03-20T20:58:00.005-06:002008-03-21T07:21:00.962-06:00Aliens<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2348299941_9bb1b34367.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2348299941_9bb1b34367.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Aliens<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Canon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PowerShot</span> SD870 IS</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" >I have a new camera. I indulged in a new point-and-click to carry around. In part because it worries me to carry around my Nikon everywhere without a case, not to mention the expense of replacing it. So I'm carrying my cute little camera, that I hope I'll love much more than the cute little camera I bought last time.<br /><br />Also, it's the first day of Spring, so I'm celebrating by getting back into the habit of taking pictures.<br /><br />The two pictures posted today are of the Alien in the freight elevator at Southwest Airline's Headquarters. For the most part our building is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">immaculately</span> clean. We have a wonderful cleaning staff and all the pictures on the walls would pass the white glove test. But apparently all bets are off in the freight elevator.<br /><br />Typically whenever we eat in our cafeteria upstairs (which is somewhat rare) we take the freight elevator because it's the closest elevator to our department. I used to be disgusted about the nasty tiles in the ceiling, but after realizing we had a guardian Alien, it's not so bad. Kinda.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2348299955_293487d6db.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2348299955_293487d6db.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Game Over Man</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Canon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PowerShot</span> SD870 IS</span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-5991126383159507227?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-10977468097302889982007-10-10T23:01:00.001-05:002007-10-10T23:16:56.030-05:00Whiteboard Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/1538466931_b758c715ee_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/1538466931_b758c715ee_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whiteboard Wednesday: Red October</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Faithful readers, as I'm sure you've noticed, I'm taking some time off. Work is hectic and allergy season is kicking my ass (or my head as the case may be). I'm planning on it being one week, but it might stretch into two. But I will get back on the ball, I just need a bit of a rest. Believe it or not, it's hard to keep up with a daily blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today's whiteboard is brought to you by the one and only Cris, who stole my Stick Figure Angel of Death. He also gave him feet, hands, and bigger wings, I'm still not sure how I feel about that. However, the biggest improvement: 5 of 8 Snowmen have hats! (Eric and I decided the pumpkin head counts as a hat.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The nice thing about October is that we fit in a little better in a month where it's OK to be a little </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:verdana;">weird</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">, a little bloody. It's December when we kinda stick out when our Christmas lights tend to still be skulls, but with little Santa hats.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-1097746809730288998?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-38203964576207232192007-10-05T00:51:00.000-05:002007-10-05T00:54:38.655-05:00Stairs<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1033/1488255292_c10cce485c_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1033/1488255292_c10cce485c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stairs</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nikon D70 70mm f4 1 second<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-3820396457620723219?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-47573519900624673042007-10-03T23:52:00.000-05:002007-10-04T00:15:31.978-05:00Whiteboard Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1369/1481520614_0404980e58_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1369/1481520614_0404980e58_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whiteboard Wednesday: Snow Globe</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I drew a smaller version of this on Eric's whiteboard a couple of weeks ago and asked Cris if he could recreate it with a bit more artistic flair than I have. However, it's been a busy week in </span>workland<span style="font-family:verdana;"> and Cris had his cheese moved and had to change cubes. But it's a nicer one more in the corner with less traffic and most importantly away from certain individuals that we hate. They will remain nameless in the event said individuals should happen across this blog and then we all get fired and Whiteboard Wednesday would shut down. And no one wants that. So long story short (too late), I did a larger version on my board. Luckily I took a picture of it unmolested before we went to lunch. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When we got back someone had added a bit to it. Adam was nice enough to add the Molotov Cocktail throwing snowman and his burning and melting victim. The subtlety of a theme apparently went above his head, but the rendering was so endearing, I didn't so much mind. After all I'd already taken the picture. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A bit later my boss came over to my cube and commented on the new addition. Eric happened along and we again put forth our position that the snowmen needed to have hats. Tiffany was swayed by our passionate persuasive speech and added a wizards hat to the psycho snowman. Adam wasn't thrilled and stated "now it looks likes he's throwing pixie dust." I guess that pixie dust often catches fire. Who knew.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tiffany was not to be stopped, in addition to the new </span>stylin<span style="font-family:verdana;">' pimp hat, she added a dog into the snow globe destruction area. And then a turtle, a goldfish, a stop sign, a school bus... and most everything extra inside the globe. I added the kitchen sink.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">While not the best whiteboard ever, it does represent the wonderful collaborative effort that embodies the spirit that is Whiteboard Wednesday.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1011/1481520620_ec737c6e80_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1011/1481520620_ec737c6e80_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whiteboard Wednesday: Snow Globe Revisited<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-4757351990062467304?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-66215480899185270252007-10-02T22:26:00.000-05:002007-10-02T23:08:07.075-05:00Chapter One<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1183/1474710940_479b860c94_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1183/1474710940_479b860c94_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter One</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">iPods make it sinfully easy to ignore people. If a stranger in a store, on the train during your morning commute or sitting beside you in an airplane tries to make conversation you can "get away" with being rude with a blank smile and a gesture toward your plugged ears.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I typically drive with my iPod plugged in. Yes, I know technically I could get a ticket for it, but I'm going on faith that unless there's a moving violation in there as well, a cop in Dallas isn't going to stop me. I have more than 2000 mp3s loaded into my iPod, and ironically rarely listen to any of them; I listen to books. It makes my commute into work not seem so long or boring. I hate morning radio and got into this habit long ago when I still lived in a suburb and drove into downtown everyday in bumper to bumper traffic. It kept me sane.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Several jobs and years later, I'm still doing it. But now, when I stop the car, my book can go with me. I shop with my iPod, even if it's just running into a convenience store to grab a coke, my iPod goes with me. I've even been known to sit in my car or circle the block when I'm getting close to home to finish a chapter. I can stop at anytime. Honest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So where is all of this leading? Yeah, I'm getting to that. Many times I've been asked what I'm listening to. I usually respond with "a book on tape." And of course I get an odd look but generally that stops further conversation. Today, however, I was at a bookstore when I was asked by the guy at the check out counter. When he asked, I thought, "Hey, I can actually tell this guy what I'm listening to, he'll get it." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bookstore Guy: Hey, what are you listening to?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Next</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> by Michael Crichton.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bookstore Guy: *brief confused look* I don't know who that is, but the way you said it, it sounds good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now I'm confused. "The way I said it?" What does that mean exactly?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me: Umm, you know, Michael Crichton; He wrote Jurassic Park.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bookstore Guy: Oh.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Is it wrong that I think a guy who works in a bookstore should recognize the name Michael Crichton? It's not like it was some obscure author, he's a New York Times Bestseller. And while Crichton might not be great literature, I doubt he'd have recognized Dostoevsky, Proust or Kerouac either.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">From here on out, I'm going to stick with the apologetic smile and gesture toward my ears.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-6621548089918527025?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-20683545152039688192007-10-01T23:00:00.000-05:002007-10-01T23:05:49.314-05:00Priceless<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1004/1471332530_d9b594c057_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1004/1471332530_d9b594c057_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span>Priceless</span><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This is one of those moments that truly emphasize how important it is to always carry your camera with you.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-2068354515203968819?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-40874770150297466982007-09-29T23:52:00.000-05:002007-09-30T01:09:15.642-05:00Comfort<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1136/1461002929_66eedfdcfa_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1136/1461002929_66eedfdcfa_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Comfort</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nikon D70 60mm f5 1/60th ISO 200</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Photo Friday this week is comfort. Is there anything more comfortable than a broke-in pair of old boots? </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Actually I wouldn't know.<br /><br />I know, I know it's shocking. Here I am from Texas, but I've never actually owned a pair of cowboy boots. I have some Dr Martens, but it's not quite the same.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-4087477015029746698?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-32706395681016980052007-09-28T23:39:00.000-05:002007-09-30T00:52:17.973-05:00Sunset<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/1461860456_4af2839972_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/1461860456_4af2839972_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Sunset</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nikon D70 70mm f7.1 1/30th</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So Friday was a bad day. I woke up with a horrible headache and called my boss to tell her I was popping some migraine pills, going back to bed and I'd be in later. I knew I couldn't ditch the whole day, I've been working on a hideous project at work that I have to have every piece that I can possibly finish before Monday done. It was either get up and moving on Friday or I'd end up working on Saturday or Sunday to finish, and I didn't want to spend the weekend at work. I finally made it in around 11ish. I didn't leave work until 9:30. And then I left with people from work and we stumbled into the nearest IHOP for some food and relaxation (gossip) I didn't end up back home until 11:30ish and I could feel the headache coming back. I ended up taking out my contacts and falling into bed and never gave the blog a 2nd thought. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's my tardy post for Friday. Since I didn't take a single shot, it's another one from the archive. This picture is one of the few that hangs on my cube wall at work, and while the Keys weren't my favorite vacation spot ever, I do love the beach and any aspect of the water and all I have to do when it gets hectic at work is to glance up, and I'm back on the beach. Without the fish smell.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-3270639568101698005?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-77457228505376652072007-09-28T00:01:00.001-05:002007-09-28T00:04:53.746-05:00Dazzle<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1264/1450592341_084f44239b_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1264/1450592341_084f44239b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dazzle</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nikon D70 65mm f5.6 1/60th</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-7745722850537665207?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-73679214350546624322007-09-26T11:45:00.000-05:002007-09-27T00:38:57.687-05:00Whiteboard Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1205/1446412770_0215095036_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1205/1446412770_0215095036_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Whiteboard Wednesday: Battle Lines<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">No, it's not Eric back drawing the board, we had another guest artist today. Adam wanted a turn. It's a cult following!<br /><br />We did however decide that Adam needs to use more color, I guess he's in his blue period.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-7367921435054662432?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-32958226152856635852007-09-25T23:15:00.000-05:002007-09-25T23:21:25.814-05:00WTF?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/1441264492_b28d4b67df_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/1441264492_b28d4b67df_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">WTF?</span><br /></div><br />9 out of 10 American women who perform fellatio prefer a circumcised cock. I'm just saying.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-3295822615285663585?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-32284343637881960712007-09-24T23:04:00.000-05:002007-09-24T23:30:57.815-05:00Turn Back the Hands of Time<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/1435566331_f42c66b504_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/1435566331_f42c66b504_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Turn Back the Hands of Time</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I do realize that this rant isn't going to garner the most amount of sympathy from most of you, but I'm doing it anyway. So there. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is my alarm clock. The old fashioned kind that runs on a battery and there's no snooze. My other alarm clock has the snooze. But, this is my fail safe alarm clock, so that in the event of a power outage it will still go off. It's usually set for 7:15, which is the last possible second I can stay in bed and still get to work on time. Tonight, however, I've had to move back the alarm to 5:00. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I figure there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who like mornings and normal people. I'm a normal person (shut up all of you, this is my time). I like to sleep in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So someone at my job decided that what the Leadership Team needed was some motivation. In general I can agree with that statement, most of the Leadership could use a swift kick of motivation in the ass. It was suggested by this lovely individual that the "GET MOTIVATED!" seminar was for us. On paper it didn't sound like a bad idea. It's a big thing being held at American Airline Center (the new arena where the Mavericks and Stars play) and the speakers include Colin Powell, Zig Ziglar, Steve Forbes and Goldie Hawn (that one is a little weird but ok). Oh, and we found out today that Tony Romo was also going to speak. Although, I had to ask who Tony Romo is and let me say here that it's embarrassing to have a gay guy explain to you who a sports figure is, but there it is. So we all hopped on board the Get Motivated train and agreed to go and besides we get out of work for the day, so woo woo!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then the bad news. "So hey, what time do we have to be at this thing tomorrow?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"The doors open at 6:45."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pause. Blink.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Umm... in the morning?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Yeah, 6:45 in the morning."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"So do you think I can just come into work instead?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The look.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sigh.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">People, there is not enough coke in this world to get me motivated at 6:45 in the (insert expletive of your choice here) morning. All I'm saying is if Ziglar takes the stage first, I'm not responsible for the lives of those sitting around me. And once I explain it to the jury, no one would convict me.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-3228434363788196071?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-10407026658000073552007-09-23T23:14:00.001-05:002007-09-24T14:25:36.087-05:00Golden Studio<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1337/1430350409_119aa7b880_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1337/1430350409_119aa7b880_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Golden Studio</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nikon D70 25mm f4 1/30</span>th<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" > ISO 200</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Golden, Texas - population 156. In a place that small you wouldn't expect to run across an art studio. And while the art is decisively Texan in nature, the work here at the </span><a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://belbennest.com/" target="_blank">Belben Nest</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Art Studio and Gallery is fabulous. Two cousins own and manage the studio out of a converted 1913 building. Fair warning, the ladies didn't add air conditioning to the old building, so visiting in Summer can be </span>stifling<span style="font-family:verdana;">.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-1040702665800007355?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-65008458897001674602007-09-23T00:03:00.001-05:002007-09-23T00:14:13.298-05:00PCH<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1425742395_1f8993d816_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1425742395_1f8993d816_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pacific Coast Highway</span><br />Nikon D70 55mm f9 1/320th ISO 200<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ok, so I'm cheating today and posting something from a year ago. I have been trying to make sure that what I'm posting each day was actually taken on that day (or the day before, or at least the same week) but today, I didn't even touch my camera.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today we celebrated Kara's birthday (a few days early, it's not offically until the 26th) at her house with a cook out, and because I knew there'd be a ton of people there along with various children, I didn't want to take my camera. We were there much later than I thought we would be, so I'm posting one of my favorite shots from my archives. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Taken from the passenger seat of the car while driving the Pacific Coast Highway in May of 2006.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-6500845889700167460?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-90923260965172933792007-09-21T11:19:00.000-05:002007-09-22T00:22:32.014-05:00Polly<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1093/1421584600_0c407f5763_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1093/1421584600_0c407f5763_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Polly</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nikon D70 200mm f5.6 1/60th ISO 200<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-9092326096517293379?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-65598136826564442642007-09-20T21:38:00.001-05:002007-09-22T00:26:52.534-05:00Lock<div style="text-align: center;" align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1021/1415689058_2c4b9457f4_b.jpg"><strong><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 600px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1021/1415689058_2c4b9457f4_b.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span>Lock</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nikon D70 200mm f5.6 1/6th ISO 1600<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span> </span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" align="left"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana;">I've been trying to actually manage the amount of unopened boxes that I drag along with me everytime I move. They are full of things from my youth that I no longer wish to display, but I can't bring myself to throw away. Well, no more, I've hardened my heart (and I know some of you are thinking "that's different from normal?") and am throwing things away. I have a general rule of if I haven't thought about it in the last year then it has to go, with a few exceptions like photographs, books, and family treasures. So the purple unicorn stuffed animal from when I was in the third grade that I couldn't get to sleep without, is history. English papers from high school, tossed out (I did convert them to .doc files first).</p><p style="font-family: verdana;">This is a box that I kept my jewlery in when I was in highschool, the funny thing is, a lot of it has kinda come back into style. But with one exception I threw out the lot. Oh, and there was a picture of the boy I loved back then also in the box. I kept that too.</p><div style="text-align: center;" align="left"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-6559813682656444264?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-55474454359769241942007-09-19T22:55:00.001-05:002007-09-21T09:04:32.035-05:00Whiteboard Wednesday<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/1410899556_e44ccac75b_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/1410899556_e44ccac75b_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Whiteboard Wednesday: Private Dancer</span></span><br /></div><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thanks to Cris for coming up to do today's board on his day off.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I should have erased this after I took the picture, but I just couldn't. So it's still on my whiteboard at work, I'll probably erase it, or portions of it tomorrow. But, I wanted my boss to see it before we erased it, she's become a fan. Thankfully my office doesn't get that much traffic.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The one thing Eric and I keep trying to explain to Cris is that for the snowmen to be animate, they need hats. I mean, come on! We've all seen what happens to Frosty when you take the hat away, but he insists on hatless snowmen.<br /><br />Update 9/21/2007: Ok, so yesterday afternoon a bunch of guys from technology came around passing out "thanks for all you do" cards and candy to everyone at headquarters. When Eric saw them coming toward my office he ran in ahead of them and stood in front of the board to block any inappropriateness. So after they left I had my boss come in and look so she could get a good laugh, and then we erased the SnowDancers. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /> </p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-5547445435976924194?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-40661889849351337272007-09-18T20:52:00.001-05:002007-09-18T21:07:42.408-05:00Dallas Ink<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1134/1404281011_dff21a4413_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1134/1404281011_dff21a4413_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dallas Ink</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nikon D70 45mm f9 1/320 ISO 200</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today is my 100<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> post! So I celebrated with a new tattoo and piercing! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, I didn't but I took the picture.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.strokersdallas.com/" target="_blank"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Strokers</span></a> is THE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">biker's</span> paradise in Dallas. Here you can buy a bike, get wasted before getting a tattoo and piercing. You can do it all at this one stop when you're ready to release your inner Harley.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-4066188984935133727?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-6237052128551470652007-09-17T21:19:00.001-05:002007-09-17T21:26:42.549-05:00Ascension<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1081/1399110709_0cd29c5a33_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1081/1399110709_0cd29c5a33_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ascension</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nikon D70 30mm f10 1/400th ISO 200</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know I've not done a lot of writing with my last few posts. Kinda odd since I'm taking a writing class and all. I've been working on an article, you know *the* article. The one I'm going to submit by the end of the year the one that's going to be the start of my new career that will pay me to travel the world. I'd like to be able to report that I have pages and pages of writing. But in actuality what I have are pages and pages of research and notes. It's a beginning.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-623705212855147065?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-36422712693008182372007-09-16T20:29:00.001-05:002007-09-16T20:31:33.248-05:00Photo Friday: Fantasy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/1393738069_1fdb679d31_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/1393738069_1fdb679d31_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Photo Friday: Fantasy</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Nikon D70 80mm f5.6 1/160th ISO 200<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-3642271269300818237?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-27980064798094948632007-09-15T22:45:00.001-05:002007-09-15T22:48:34.062-05:00Fun & Flirty<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1389940808_f927d05ef3_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1389940808_f927d05ef3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fun & Flirty</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nikon D70 70mm f4.5 1/3rd ISO 200<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-2798006479809494863?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-38764741271981821562007-09-14T23:49:00.000-05:002007-09-14T23:53:10.005-05:00Spare Change<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1107/1384828134_dd96233bae_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1107/1384828134_dd96233bae_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spare Change</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Nikon D70 80mm f5.6 1/30th ISO 200</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-3876474127198182156?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-49975322130031448652007-09-13T21:08:00.001-05:002007-09-13T21:44:01.782-05:00Wither Away<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1060/1375485729_9f57321bcb_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1060/1375485729_9f57321bcb_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wither Away</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Nikon D70 30mm f5.6 1/125<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> ISO 200<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm sure someone at some time loved this house. A hopeful bride was carried across the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">threshold</span>. Laughing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">children</span> played on the wrap around porch. Someone lost their virginity. Secrets were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">whispered</span> and dreams were envisioned.</span><br /><br />Only the shell of what once was remains.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-4997532213003144865?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-88023946064630557132007-09-12T20:02:00.001-05:002007-09-19T23:09:46.142-05:00Whiteboard Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1081/1368047147_e2690b78bf_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1081/1368047147_e2690b78bf_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Whiteboard Wednesday: The Execution</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I left work last night and the whiteboard was a blank slate and I walked into my cube this morning and it was as if the Snowman Fairy had visited!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bad news is Cris is off for the next eleven days.. so next Wednesday it's back to mine and Eric's drawings which suck in comparison. However, we are trying to harass him into coming in just to do the board.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-8802394606463055713?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320430490731203493.post-82095939592826741892007-09-11T21:53:00.001-05:002007-09-11T21:56:53.674-05:00Interesting Fence<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/1363944876_b59e0ec661_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/1363944876_b59e0ec661_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Interesting Fence</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Nikon D70 105mm f5.6 1/500th ISO 200</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can't find a picket? No worries.. how about some old bicycles?</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320430490731203493-8209593959282674189?l=abennettphotography.blogspot.com'/></div>A. Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241863175736343670noreply@blogger.com1