We traveled down to Austin over Memorial Day for a family reunion. One of my duties was to shoot portraits of everyone. We normally hire a photographer but none were available. So I stepped in. This is by far my favorite portrait from all that I took. I love it when life happens. The dog is being dragged away. The looks on each of the kids faces. It’s so wonderfully strange.

This is my eye doctor

My baby had her hair cut and styled by a pro for the first time last night. We’ve trimmed and snipped, but never has her hair had a major transformation. She actually loved getting it cut. I wish I could say the same for me. It was hard to watch her hair change. Change into something more mature. And I think that’s what it was all about for me. Watching the scissors snip away I watched her grow up a little. Transform. I really like her new hair-do. I really liked her old one too.

According to Trib Talk a few of the photos I’ve taken recently are offending people.

 “I’m calling to say how terribly offended I am by the picture on the back of the first section of the dummy delivering a baby. I have small grandchildren in my home. Not knowing that was on the back, I could easily have picked up this front section. It would have been right in their faces and would have scared them. Please don’t put any more medically detailed pictures like that in a family newspaper, or I will find the necessity of canceling my subscription.”

I wonder if she knows how disturbing that picture could have been if I was taking it from the other direction. Next time I’ll stick with making pictures of Storks delivering a babies.

And another . . .

“I’m sorry to see the Tribune has been reduced to floating a bunch of underwear on the front page of their Pulse section. I mean, I always liked the Show Me section a lot better anyway. But, man, you guys are creepy.”

Robertson replies: They’re swimsuits, dude. We all know change is hard, but Pulse seems to be pretty popular with readers.

That’s right Jim, “They’re swimsuits, dude.” And as for him calling us creepy, well, that’s still up for debate.