Afternoon Annie
My little personality-packed Boston Terrier, Annie, has been a favorite of editors and FotoWeek DC volunteers for some time now. Her welfare, not mine, is the first question I get from many of these admirers. “Hi Hannele! How’s Annie??” I don’t mind at all, in fact I love telling people about her. It makes me happy. She has this ability to make grumpy people smile and children scream with excitement. It’s good to be a dog. Especially a quirky, cute one. For Annie’s photo story, go to her gallery on my website.
My childhood cat, Fred.
After attending the dpBestFlow ASMP seminar with Peter Krogh and Richard Anderson last week, I decided to take another look through my archive. One of the many challenges for photographers in the digital age is organizing and maintaining their archive. This really goes for everyone with a camera. I would encourage anyone who cherishes their photographs to check out the website for dpBestFlow. ASMP (American Society of Media Photographers) and the Library of Congress have put together a book and a website that delves deep into archivng images. It’s an amazing amount of information to go through, but you’ll be glad you did when your hard drive crashes and all is “lost.”
Take this image of my cat. Say 10-15 years from now when I’m reminiscing about my past pets, I find out all the images I had of them are corrupt, or I simply can’t remember which hard drive/computer/iPhone/folder I had them on? That’s where good practices in archiving come into play. Using keywords embedded in the images make finding images a breeze. For this image, I just had to search the following keywords in my image catalog: Cat; Fred. And there he was. Cool, huh? (Mom and Dad, are you listening???)
Need more info? Check my links section for more resources on this subject…
Heading out on the ice...
I was in Maine this past weekend for the Emerging Exhibition opening, which went really well! After all of the indoor socializing, I was feeling the need for some winter fun. Luckily, the wind and ice conditions were pretty good for some ice-boating craziness with my dad. Basically you sit in a little canvas seat 6 inches off the cold ice, “steer” with your feet, catch the wind by pulling a rope over your shoulder that attaches to the sail, and basically, hope for the best. It was some serious fun, you know, that kind of fun you have when you’re close to injuring yourself in a very serious way.
Checking the wind direction..
In really good conditions (smooth ice & high winds) you can get the boat going 40-50mph. Next Olympic sport? I think so.
Speeding pass the summer camps...
Dad. In his element..
Looking for a good spot to go again...
Don't worry, the ice was definitely thick enough...
Headed home with froze fingers and toes...
And yes, I gave it a try. It was definitely a situation where the boat was in control, not me. I screamed like a little girl…but loved every minute of it.
The following photos by Eric Lahti.
That's me, literally flying over the ice toward an ice fishing shack. I thought I might die. Seriously.
Me again, after I managed to get the boat stuck in some shell ice. Nice helmet, huh?