Happy Friday. Sure, sure it is.

Geez, 11 year-old boys are freaking bundles of joy.

15 minutes before the bus, he’s watching Duck Dynasty.
“Are you dressed yet?”
“Did you brush your hair?”
“Have you brushed your teeth?”

3 minutes later…
He returns with a “hopefully” clean shirt (can’t tell because it’s under his nasty jacket with pie stains from “pi day” that he refuses to give me to wash.  The pants, however…I know are dirty.
“You’re wearing dirty pants.”
“No.  These are clean.”
“No.  You wore them yesterday.”
“No, I had black pants on yesterday.”
“Then you wore them the day before.  I remember them from the pockets.”
“No.  These are clean.”
“Did you get them from your drawer?”
“Were they folded?”
“No, but they were in my room.”
“They are dirty.  Go change.”

He goes up and changes.  Comes back down.
“Did you make your lunch?”
Apparently, that’s a “no”.
“And you need to WASH your containers before you use them (he won’t if he can get away with it…gross).  You know what?  Forget it, just get new containers from the cupboard.”

Hugging him goodbye, I noticed his hair was pretty gross and there’s no way that he has actually brushed his teeth.


The Making of a Minecraft Lunch Bag

The Making of a Minecraft Lunch Bag

I need to be more than one person.  It would make life so much easier and free up some time.

A couple of years ago, Dean was unemployed.  I’m a preschool teacher.  We live in Northern Virginia.  Do the math.  Not good.  I tried to apply to places to gain secondary employment, but with my work schedule, I wasn’t in high demand.  I racked my brain trying to come up with ideas to help supplement our income.  What could I do to that people would pay me for?  Not too terribly much.  But, I can be crafty so I figured that I might be able to make something to sell.  I looked a bit online and found several patterns that I liked that I could get a license to sell.  I also wanted to stand out a bit, because…let’s face it, I had no clientele yet.  I also can’t stand doing what everyone else is doing.  I’m a rebel like that. Haha!

That’s when I found Spoonflower. Oh my god!  It’s a little pricey, but the variety and fun that can be found there!  Hot damn!  I was going to make something Doctor Who themed!  Hell, I might even make myself something Doctor Who themed!  Woo hoo!  Happy dance!

I opened my Esty store, “Just Kristn’s Shoppe”.

And then I realized that it was summer and school was right around the bend.  I had found a lunch bag pattern that I loved.  Maybe I could make something cute.  I should probably make my son one as well, since he didn’t have one.  I asked him what type of bag he would like and he replied, “Minecraft”.  What in the hell was this “Minecraft”?  I had no idea.  Did a search on Spoonflower and what do you know?  They had Minecraft fabric!  I couldn’t make heads or tails of it at the time, but whatever.  I bought some fabric.

The bag turned out really, really cool.

Keegan minecraftIt was such a hit with Keegan, I decided to make more.  At first, I was able to sell them to some friends, but business quickly picked up.  It picked up so much that I couldn’t keep up!  After a stressful pre-holiday when I bit off more than I could chew (and my dear hubby’s reintroduction into the workforce!), I slowed down…way down.

Now, I keep a list of interested persons and let them know when things become available.  It works out much better that way.

And for you folks that are interested, here’s what goes in to making one of these babies:

Patience.  You need lots of patience.  They are not too terribly hard to make, but man…they have a LOT of pieces!  We are talking fabric for the outside, fabric for the inside, insulbrite, netting, and interfacing.  Lots and lots of cutting things out.

DSC_0935So, yeah.  Give yourself plenty of time to cut things out.

Next up…adhering the interfacing!  I fucking hate adhering interfacing.  Just saying.  It bores me to tears.

DSC_0937Now, get some coffee.  After working on the bag for ages already, it is finally about time to head to to the sewing machine!

DSC_0938First, you sew the tops of the pockets, the handle, and the trim on the netting.  At this point, I generally sew the netting and back pocket on to the bigger pieces so I feel a little more accomplished.

And now, you really get started!  The side pockets get sewn to the outer gusset.  The front and back of the outer shell get sewn to that gusset piece as well.  One side of the handle becomes attached to the lunch bag shell.

On to the flap!

DSC_0940I usually baste the insulbrite to coordinating canvas piece to keep things from shifting.  Add a piece of velcro and the Creeper face, sew, and turn right side out.  Attach that bad boy to the back of the outer shell and pray that you’ve lined it up correctly.  Woo hoo!  We’re halfway there!

DSC_0941Pretty much repeat with the inner canvas and insulbrite.

DSC_0943Fit the inner into the outer so that you can figure out where to place the other velcro piece.  If need be, try to get the cat off of the table without getting scratched.  Optimus Prime may be cute, but she is a domineering little thing.

DSC_0946Finally, attach the inner to the outer, flip, sew around the top…and if you didn’t manage to break the sewing needle or screw something else up…it’s done!

DSC_0949Hot damn!  Thank God!  Someone get me a beer!  Seriously.  A beer is deserved after finishing one of these lovelies.

When you start to sew again, you may want to try something different…because, to be honest, one really cannot be expected to stare at green-tiled fabric for long periods of time without going insane.  Perhaps a Man on a Bag is in order? (If you are fast, you might be able to pick one up from my shop…



You know when you’re just looking through old photos…

You know when you're just looking through old photos...

…and then you find a gem like this one?

This was Lars’ old soccer team, circa 2002-ish?  Maybe even earlier.  Dean was the coach.  What in the hell is wrong with the little boy on the right?  Although Dean is insisting that the boy wasn’t crying, the poor thing just looks pathetic.  Was Coach Dean being a meanie?  I seriously doubt it.  Just goes to show how a photograph taken out of context can be misleading.  (There is actually another photograph that was taken right after with the kid as happy as can be.)

Oh, this growing up thing is going to drive this mom nuts.

Oh, this growing up thing is going to drive this mom nuts.

When I became pregnant with my daughter, I was unmarried (engaged).  The image I had of parenthood was idealistic.  My child and I were going to be close.  We were going to be open with each other.  I would never have my child feeling like she couldn’t talk to me.  No, we wouldn’t be “best friends”, because that’s not what parents are.  But…we would not be afraid to speak openly.  That baby was going to be my world and would always be my world.

Part of the above came true.  She is my world and will always be.  I will always be proud of her and be amazed at her awesomeness.  This world is a better place with her in it, because, let’s face it.  She’s amazing.

Other parts never happened.

We struggled with bonding from the get go.  After being in labor for more than 24 hours, I had to have a c-section.  They took her away immediately afterwards and gave her a bottle.  When I tried to nurse, she would have nothing to do with it.  She would just beat my engorged breasts with that damned splinted arm (they had to give her an IV because my water had been broken for so long before she was born).  This child that I loved with all of my heart from the moment that I found out I was pregnant…she couldn’t stand me. It sucked.

But Dad?  Oh my god.  She adored her daddy.  I would hold her and she would cry.  He would pick her up and she would be as content as can be.  Bastard.  (By the way, we did get married, dad and I. We are still together.)  I cannot tell you how envious I was.

It took time, but she came to like me.

I have always tried to be open with her, but I will admit…I perhaps should have been a little more open.  I do not like confrontation.  At all.  I fought a lot with my mom and I didn’t want that with her.  So, at times I just clammed up.  I didn’t want the conflict, so I kept quiet.  In retrospect, that was the worst think that I could have done.

She moved out and didn’t bother to tell us.  We didn’t find out until two weeks later.  We haven’t spoken to each other since Christmas day.  She’s stopped answering texts or her phone.

Like mother, like daughter.

Oh sweetie, don’t be like me.

Ignoring things leads to anxiety…and anxiety…she’s a bitch.  Don’t go down that road.

Anyway, my mom died when I was 16.  I never got to talk with her about some of the most important things in life.  Not that I would have if she were there…I was also very private with my family.  I talked with my friends about things.  But friends don’t always know all the answers, especially about things that will only be understood through experience.  So, knowing that, I wanted to share some bits of wisdom that I have obtained along the way:

1. Be happy.  Trust me, this is not always easy.  In fact, it can be downright hard.  Sometimes it seems almost impossible.  It may feel like the world is falling down all around you and there isn’t a damned thing that you can do about it.  Find something, no matter how small, that makes you feel good.  Watch the sunrise, take a walk, appreciate the beauty of a flower, something.  As long as you have that something, it will all work out.

2. Be honest.  Be honest to yourself and others, even if it may disappoint or anger them.  Otherwise, it will fester and come to bite you in the ass.  Trust me.  It’s not worth it.

3. Have fun.  Enjoy life.  Have fun with your friends.  Have conversations, dance, party.  Life is too short to waste it.  Enjoy it to the fullest.

4. Do stupid things.  But don’t be an idiot.  If you drink until you throw up, that happens.  Learn from the experience.  But don’t do it to such an extent that you need your stomach pumped.  Don’t get into a car with someone who has been drinking or doing drugs.  I’ve known way too many people that cut their life short that way.  I wouldn’t recommend anything harder than pot if your are going to do drugs.  Pot won’t kill you, but other things will.  I certainly wouldn’t take any hallucinogens.  You have some of my anxiety issues and that is just a really bad combination.  Trust me.

5. Be polite.  Hold the door open for others.  Pick up things that people drop.  Greet people that you walk by on the street.  Good deeds bring good kharma.

6. Be smart regarding boys.  Seriously.  Make sure they like you for being you.  You are drop-dead gorgeous, but that isn’t necessarily to your advantage.  Being beautiful in many ways can make you a magnet for assholes that are only interested in one thing.  Make sure that the guy you are with would be just as happy with you when you have no makeup on, messy hair, and snot pouring out of your nose.  Make sure that they are attracted to the awesomeness that you are, not the outer shell.  Be treated well.  You deserve it.  If they make you feel bad about yourself, leave.  If they ever raise a hand to you, leave.  If they cheat on you, leave.  If they force you to do something that you don’t want to do, leave.  And then report the son-of-a-bitch.  Fall in love.  It’s worth it.  If it doesn’t work out, then it just wasn’t meant to be.  Regardless, appreciate the good times that you had.

7. Go on a road trip.  Take time to see the world.  Don’t limit yourself to tourist attractions.  Enjoy the ride and discover everything that this planet has to offer you.

8. Honor commitments.  If you make an agreement, stick to it.  If you want to get out of it, talk with the person, don’t just ignore the situation.  That’s not fair, and it will make others think you are untrustworthy.

9. Be responsible.  Again, easier said than done.  Being responsible means not just paying your bills, but conducting yourself with dignity.

10. Be respectful.  Think about others.  If you think that you may do something that might hurt others needlessly, rethink your options.  If you treat others with respect, that respect will be returned to you.

11. Respect yourself.  Acknowledge everything that makes you amazing.  You have a lot, but I don’t know if see it always.  You should.  You are kind, creative, funny, expressive.  So many things.  Don’t forget that.

12. Ask for help.  It’s ok to need help sometimes.  It doesn’t make you any less of a person.  It makes you human.

13. Help others.  On that same note, help others.  If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, give it to them.  It’s the decent thing to do.

14. Don’t shut people that love you out of your life.   Your family will always love you.  Accept that.  They may not be the family that you want or think that you deserve, but they love you.  You don’t need to tell them every detail of your life, but keep them in the loop.  Even if you don’t feel comfortable telling them out loud, don’t.  But send a text, write a letter, something.  We won’t judge you.  I’m begging you…if you are ever planning on getting married, tell us.  Having a kid, tell us.  I don’t want to find out I’m a grandma when the kid is three.  By no means am I suggesting that you anything like this is even on the table, but someday it will be.


I’m sure there are more things to add, and I will.

Dang, who would have thought that being the parent of a 21 year-old would be harder than when they were a toddler?



Happy “Fuck Off” Sunday!

It’s bound to happen. That day when you’re just pissy as fuck. It happens. Whether it’s due to hormones or stress or other people’s bitchiness impacting our life…it’s just the way life is.

It’s when the feeling is mutual that it gets super-special.

Yup. That’s where I’m at right now. My dear love and I. We’re both pissy as hell and neither of us is man enough to let it go.

It starts out with just that little bit of annoyance not related to anything specific. Someone says something and it’s taken totally out of context. Things get ugly after that. Accusations. Defensive reactions. All totally blown out of proportion. It’s ridiculous. You know it’s ridiculous and you hope that party #2 realizes that as well…but you can’t stand down…and neither can he.

So, here we are.

I’m holed up in our room with a beer and the iPad while taking breaks from laundry, etc. He’s got the TV with surround-sound on the couch.

I’m thinking that he has the better end of the deal.

Love, Peace and Family… (Part One)


Love, peace and family?  Is it ever that simple?  You would think that it would be, especially when you add in the extra ingredients: beach house, pristine and quiet Gulf beach, Christmas, a birthday celebration, some Apples to Apples, and a goofy, needs-to-be-the-center-of-attention Keegan.  Nope.  We’ve forgotten something.  We’ve forgotten that old stand-by base of long-distance family gatherings.  There is that ever-present fatigue from a long travel.  Add to that a touch of clashing personalities.  Last, but certainly not least, there’s the deep-rooted resentment of something.  It’s something that no one can really put their finger on it, but it’s there.


It had a wonderful beginning.  Sure, it was a long trip.  It was a bit cramped.  The “Mr. Popper’s Penguins” movie didn’t completely load onto the iPad, so that brilliant distraction plan was shot to hell.  I-95 was full of stupid drivers and when you FINALLY get to Florida, there are still several hours left to go.  That was ok, though.  We made the best of it.  It helped that Lars and Anais slept through a good portion of the trip, leaving Keegan with no one to argue with (big thumbs up there!).  We made our regular short stop at South of the Border, where blatantly stereotypical racism is still acceptable.  Acceptable, probably because most of the crap that they sell there is so ridiculous that it is flat-out impossible to take anything in that place seriously.

Oh, and while on the road…I knitted.  A whole hat.  Because I’m freaking crafty like that.

Who would not want a Vans-inspired checkerboard hat? I would love one!!

So anyway, we persevered and arrived at Dale’s house in Tallahassee during the early hours of December 24th.  After a short greeting with Dale we were in bed for the night.  We quickly passed out on our allotted sleeping spots and slept until the sun came up several hours later.  Then it was time that we all got ready for the big trip to the beach.

My niece and nephew are living with Dale so it was great to wake up and see them!  It’s hard to believe that they are all grown-up now.  I remember visiting Dean’s house back when we had just started seeing each other.  Ashley had just been born and Dean was scared to death to hold her. I’m not even going to repeat any of the Ryan stories…they are a bit too goofy.  We’ll save those for another time…

Anyway, we all went out to Bruegger’s for some bagels and coffee, ran to the store for food and (the all-important staple of a week-long trip) alcohol, did a bit of chatting with Ryan and Ashley…and were on our way.  Dale drove Lars and Keegan, Ryan drove Ashley and Anais, and Dean and I had some lovely alone time in our car.

Driving south of Tallahassee, I remember how much I love this part of the country.  It’s redneck, but not redneck crazy (have to drive down to Pasco county for that).  Actually, it’s beautiful.  I love driving through the old towns and looking at the worn little houses.  You see an abundance of trailers, but they have a certain earthiness to them.  The country is gorgeous!  The palmetto bushes and brush.  The birds.  It’s peaceful out here.  As we wound our way down to the Gulf and then traveled west towards the island, I was getting excited.  This was going to be fun and I couldn’t wait for it to begin!  St. George Island is a bit of paradise…at least it is for me.  It’s not as touristy as Panama City.  I am not a big touristy person and like the places off of the vacation guides.  If I had my druthers, I would even flat-out skip the public beach on St. George due to the obnoxiousness of the normal beach-goers (at least in the summer during prime vacation time), but I absolutely love the state park there.  Unfortunately, we didn’t visit this time around.  It was alright though since our beach house rental was in the Plantations, a gated-off area with private beach access (and almost as nice beaches).  Plus, it was winter…not too many annoying people around.

Speaking of, this was our drive over the bridge to the island:


Notice all of the traffic.

We managed to get behind Dale and the kids at the gate and followed them to the beach house.

Front of house.


Back of house.



Holy cow.  This place was huge!  Yeah, it slept 14, but still…it was huge!  A mini-tour:

The bottom level was home to parking, a swimming pool, showers, fish-cleaning station (ew!), and the entryway.  Inside the door was a little room containing several bikes to be used by tenants, a dresser, an elevator shaft (locked an not built, but there in case anyone would like one later on), and the steps leading upstairs.

The middle level consisted of a living area with a sleeper couch, books, and television.  It also had a master bedroom with bathroom, a bedroom with two really cool bunkbed/loft areas, and two other bedrooms that shared a bathroom.  There was also a large porch accessible through two of the bedrooms and the living area.


The bedroom with the loft bunkbeds. Very cool. Also had television and Play Station 2.


Anais in master bedroom.


The upper level contained the main living area, complete with a fireplace, books, large television and games.  There was also a kitchen and dining area, bathroom, and master suite complete with whirlpool bath and large walk-in shower (how did I NOT get a picture of this?).  Dean had this room called for us since last summer and I did a little happy dance!  There was another porch accessible from our room, the living and dining areas.

Here is the dining area. It was a great place to gather and chat.

 It should have been a week in paradise.  It started out that way.  Not sure what the hell happened, but it will always be a week to remember…



For the record…

My name is Kristn. That would be K…r…i…s…t…n.

It is not…
Or any other spelling or variation.

It is just Kristn.

People spell my name out quickly, without really thinking about it. I usually ignore most common mistakes, but when you don’t even get the phonetic spelling…geesh.

I cannot spell my name out once to people. It needs to be repeated at least one time, often more. I have had to get my name changed on driver’s licenses and diplomas. I’m still waiting for the IT guy to fix it on my school’s server so that every email that I send out will stop saying “Kristin”.

Yes, I know. It’s “different”. I know, you’ve never seen it spelled that way before. I have the same conversation over and over and over.

So, yes. My name is Kristn. No, there aren’t any vowels near the end. Six little letters. No more. No less.

Thank you. You may continue on with your day.

Kristn Makes Cheese

Yes, my friends, I can now scratch off “Make my own cheese” off of my life’s bucket list.  Gosh, that just does not sound right, does it?

Spring Break continues for me this week while the rest of the family is either at work or school.  I am tired of doing laundry.  I am not in the mood to do any cleaning.  If I had any real motivation, I would go hiking or something.  Nope.  Not happening today.  I am happy to admit that I did indeed accomplish something today.  Taking a bit of a culinary adventure, I not only made my own cheese (some paneer), but I also made gluten-free dosas and palak paneer.  Yay me!

I absolutely love paneer, and I have tried halfheartedly to find some in stores.  I’ve tried regular grocery stores as well as places like Whole Foods, but no luck.  Yes, I realize that there are more specialized grocery stores in the area, but I get totally overwhelmed and self-conscious asking for help (pathetic, I know).  I had pretty much given up.  It was going to have to be premade Indian cuisine for me.  And it was…until I just happened to look up a recipe.  Three cheers for the gods at Google!  Looking at several links, I realized that making paneer wouldn’t be difficult at all.  Paneer, it seems, is a cheese that does not require aging or bacterial cultures.  There are just two basic ingredients: milk and yogurt (although, some recipes use lemon juice or buttermilk instead of the yogurt).

Yup, that’s it.  Oh, and you also need some cheesecloth.  Basically, all you need to do is heat up the milk just about to boiling while stirring often.  I like to cook.  You would think I would know what milk about to boil would look like.  No.  It’s not really in my major realm of experience.  I don’t do much heating of milk.  I know that if I don’t stir, it’s going to burn the bottom…and that’s just pretty icky.  There are no little bubbles to let you know that it’s about to get to that critical point.  I winged it.

When it got just about to where I imagined boiling might be, I stirred in the yogurt…some Stonyfield whole fat plain.  Oh dear god.  That stuff is a dessert on it’s own.  Almost immediately, it started to curdle.  Pretty gosh darn cool, I might add.  It gets all chunky, and the liquid turns a funky kind of almost transparent.  I suppose that doesn’t sound very appealing, but it’s cool.  Trust me.

When the mixture stops curdling, you line a strainer with cheesecloth.  Put the strainer on top of a large bowl (Save that whey…it’s good for you!  Remind me to tell the rest of the family.  I stashed mine in several margarine containers and put them in the fridge.  That could be a bit of a rude awakening for someone expecting margarine.  I am going to do what the recipe suggests and use the whey to cook some rice.)

You might think that I’m done.  Nope.  Not yet.  Now comes the fun part.  After you let the curds drain for a bit, you tie them up with the cheesecloth and hang it from the faucet in your sink.  Good times.

That drains for a bit, and then you take it down and squeeze some more moisture out.  You then put the cheesecloth bag onto a plate, put another plate on top, and then put something heavy on top of that.  I used the bowl of whey, following the example done on the website.  If you do this, I would highly recommend that you do this in your nice, clean sink.  The recipe said that was necessary due to more draining of the cheese.  Mine didn’t drain too much more.  I just about knocked a large amount of whey all over the kitchen counters and floor when I tried to take a picture of it on the counter first.  It’s better to knock the bowl of whey over in the sink, methinks.


After this sets for a bit, remove the bowl of whey, and the plate.  Untie the cheesecloth bag and take the lovely paneer out.  All that is left to do now is to cut them into cubes.

Oh gosh!  These are really, really good!  I fried some in a bit of ghee and used them to make palak paneer.


But that’s another story.  I’ll try to get to that later.  It’s just about time to go pick up the husband and boy.


The page that I found the recipe was the following:


I’m sure there is a link button somewhere here, but I haven’t found it yet.  Haha.

Washington Photo Safari: Sunday, March 27, 2011

I went on a photo safari today.  It was a fundraiser for the Red Cross to benefit victims in Japan after earthquakes and a tsunami devastated  various regions in the country.  Their goal was to make $2,000.  They raised $5,000.  It felt good to help out.

We woke up around 6:30 this morning so that we could make it to Lafayette Park by 8:30.  I was a little frantic at the metro after discovering that we had just missed the train.  Yes, it is Spring Break for me…and yes, that is snow.

It didn’t help that we got on the train and they said that the trains would be sharing a track over a portion of our route.  I don’t like getting to places late.  I was worried.  Luckily, we got there just in time.  I checked in, got my handy, dandy packet of very useful information, and was ready to begin.

David Luria, founder and director of Washington Photo Safari, spoke to the group of us that had gathered in the park.  This man is very, very knowledgeable, as well as personable.  I listened intently to information that he was giving us while Dean and Keegan ran to a Starbucks.  One of his points was about the placement of people for a group photo.  Hear ye, hear ye….to all of you that want to take that group shot.  A couple of key points.  Number one: do NOT have your group stand directly facing you.  Angle them so that one foot is forward.  You can have them all facing the same direction (although this is not my favorite pose), or split so some have their right foot forward, and the others have their left.  Number two: try to shoot from the waist up.  You want the people to be the focus, with the area as the background.

Our first stop on our tour was the statue of General Andrew Jackson.  This piece was erected in 1853.  It was the first equestrian statue cast in the United States.

At this point Dean had brought me back some coffee, so they automatically became subjects for pictures.

The White House.

And others.

Protester in front of White House.

Blossoms (yay for Spring!)

Keegan wanted to get his picture by the Secret Service police car.  The officer just happened to be getting into the car when we took the shot.  The “bleep, bleep” of the car becoming unlocked scared the bejesus out of Keegan.  I laughed.

Next stop, Executive Office Building and First Division Monument.

And the final part of the tour, the Red Cross Building.  At this building, there was an amazing statue.  This statue was given to the Red Cross from an Armenian sculptor.  It is of a woman protecting her child during an earthquake that destroyed her home in 1988.  It is a very interesting piece.  If you look at it from one angle, you can see a mother doing what she can to keep her child safe.  From another angle, she appears angry.  Her home has been destroyed needlessly, due to cheap construction.  A great piece.

After the tour, we ventured out to Chinatown to have some lunch. It was a long walk (at least for Keegan).  I took some pictures on the way.

Dean and I both bought a Groupon for ZPizza to use some day.  This was the day to try them out.  Oh gosh, they were good.  Gotta love finding great gluten-free pizza for me!  Keegan, of course, was a ham for the pictures.

When we finished lunch, we headed over to the Portrait Gallery.

We wandered around for a bit, eventually making our way to the atrium in the center.  Keegan persuaded me to let me use the camera, and he scampered off taking pictures here and there.  A small group of students from Marymount University saw him and asked if they could film him taking photographs of the flowers for a project that they were doing.  We said sure, and the boy had a great time showing off for the camera.  After they were done, he made sure to take a photograph of them, as well.

He also took this one, and I was quite impressed. :)  Just a great composition.

There is an Alexander Calder exhibit at the museum at the moment, but unfortunately there is no photography allowed.  Some amazing wire sculptures on display.  One of my favorite pieces was actually a self-portrait done by Calder when he was 8.  Very, very cool.

We eventually made our way out and headed home.  Had to do some final playing around with the camera on the metro, though.  Some by Keegan.  Some by myself.

Have I mentioned that the boy likes to ham it up for the camera?


By the way, if you are ever in DC, I highly recommend going on a photo safari.  I went on one 4 years ago to photograph the cherry blossoms at dawn. (Gosh, has it been that long?)  I learned an awful lot in a very short period.  This time, the group was much bigger, but again, I still gained a lot of new information.