when in tight spaces…fisheye it!

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I am certainly not a bonifide wedding photographer like Cooper is, but I have learned a few camera tricks this weekend which can hopefully help my little “photography career.” Namely: when in tight or even large spaces, fisheye it! Hate to sound like a camera dork, but I have somehow happened upon being one (or am in the process of becoming one so at this stage in the game I am pretending).  We shot a really cool wedding this weekend at a winery in Pleasanton…the bridal party was really amusing, the location had character, and the reception was happenin’.  The girls got ready in a tiny tiny room so taking photos of the entire “getting ready” event was really tough….but not with the fisheye!!  All I had to do was say, “Cooper, duck!” and the shot was taken.  The ceremony was in the best spot I have yet to see…a big warehouse filled with wine barrels and hundreds of candles. How do you capture the entire room? Fisheye it! And during the reception it is always difficult to get a good shot of everyone dancing, but the fisheye captures everything and creates a fun and semi-distorted scene. I know this is something I am going to have to wean myself from so I can take the more traditional shots, but it just give the photo a little somethin’ somthin’.

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After getting home late last night and sleeping for 3-4 hours, I drove Cooper to the airport at 5:00am for his flight home. It’s his little sista’s first b-day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE CORRINA!!

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The Super Bowl party this year was void of the KFC bucket and friends from last year…it was spent scrubbing a fish tank, cleaning an apartment, completing my taxes and eating guacamole with myself.  I kind of actually really enjoyed having the day to organize and clean a little while also watching the game…a nice mix between the domestic life and the manly man holiday.  However, if the Broncos make it to the Super Bowl next year…there will be KFC, tofu buffalo wings, lots of layered dips, of course some good quality queso and beer. No doubt.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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