Are your bags packed? If not, come on... you had ample warning!! This blog is moving! Change your bookmarks and keep up!
Friday will be the official "move in" date with a new blog post about my day trip with [b]ecker, joephoto, and a bunch of [b]schoolers.
So, head on over and let me know what you think. I'm still trying to get comfy over there and moving couches and coffee tables and stuff.
Don't worry, you haven't seen the last of www.hanssietrainor.com! We're working on something special!
NEW ADDRESS: www.hanssietrainorphotography.com
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
the wedding: phillip & angel... and my trip from CT
Over 20 years ago, two friends talked about how great it would be if the eldest daughter of one family were to grow up to marry the eldest son of the other family. They made many frivolous plans, as mother's do, not imagining that one day that plan would come to fruition. On November 8, 2008, in a little Connecticut church, Phillip and Angel fulfilled the innocuous plans made by their mothers all those years ago.
These two that have known each other all their lives, joined their lives in marriage. I was blessed to be there as a guest and document the events of the weekend for the groom's family.
(My camera broke again - something wrong with the AF assembly and my flash broke as well! So the pictures you see here are on a borrowed camera, shot with a wide open aperture on the highest ISO I have on the xti).
This is what fall trees look like in Connecticut. Amazing:
Rehearsal Dinner yumminess:
A little impromptu ring shot:
Phillip's a naval officer:
As he saw his bride:
The groom's family:
And the story I promised:
I woke up drooling on his shoulder. Okay, I wasn't drooling, but on a flight sitting in close proximity with strangers, waking up snuggling with them is just a little mortifying, so I might as well embellish... and that's not the worst part.
As we prepared to land, the plane lurches, sending flight attendants tumbling and scurrying to the safety of their seat belts. A shaky voice comes over the intercom , describing the "unexpected turbulence," and asks us all to use the honor code and make sure every one's seats are in their full upright and locked position. I don't do turbulence. In fact, I barely do flights at all. And as the bumps start coming, I grip the armrests in a panic and dig my nails in(as if clamping my ten long fingers in the metal bars that separate the seats and shutting my eyes real tight will help in any emergency situation). Except one armrest is soft and not quite an armrest but an arm, yes, the arm of my new friend. He kindly removes the talons attached to the very sweatshirt I had been using as a pillow and holds my now clenched fist in a reassuring grasp. He pats my hand and consoles me with words I don't hear because it's all I can do to not throw up, hyperventilate and cry. After the longest 6 minutes of my life...well, obviously I lived long enough to blog about it.
So, Dave, if you're reading this, thank you for being so sweet and rescuing this damsel in distress. I'm very sorry if I left scars on your hand :). Good luck on your deployment and be safe. I owe you a lesson in Chinese!
Wait till I tell the story about the flight there, where we had to redistribute the weight because the plane was so small...another blog post maybe. Let's just say it was quite a trip.
These two that have known each other all their lives, joined their lives in marriage. I was blessed to be there as a guest and document the events of the weekend for the groom's family.
(My camera broke again - something wrong with the AF assembly and my flash broke as well! So the pictures you see here are on a borrowed camera, shot with a wide open aperture on the highest ISO I have on the xti).
This is what fall trees look like in Connecticut. Amazing:
Rehearsal Dinner yumminess:
A little impromptu ring shot:
Phillip's a naval officer:
As he saw his bride:
The groom's family:
And the story I promised:
I woke up drooling on his shoulder. Okay, I wasn't drooling, but on a flight sitting in close proximity with strangers, waking up snuggling with them is just a little mortifying, so I might as well embellish... and that's not the worst part.
As we prepared to land, the plane lurches, sending flight attendants tumbling and scurrying to the safety of their seat belts. A shaky voice comes over the intercom , describing the "unexpected turbulence," and asks us all to use the honor code and make sure every one's seats are in their full upright and locked position. I don't do turbulence. In fact, I barely do flights at all. And as the bumps start coming, I grip the armrests in a panic and dig my nails in(as if clamping my ten long fingers in the metal bars that separate the seats and shutting my eyes real tight will help in any emergency situation). Except one armrest is soft and not quite an armrest but an arm, yes, the arm of my new friend. He kindly removes the talons attached to the very sweatshirt I had been using as a pillow and holds my now clenched fist in a reassuring grasp. He pats my hand and consoles me with words I don't hear because it's all I can do to not throw up, hyperventilate and cry. After the longest 6 minutes of my life...well, obviously I lived long enough to blog about it.
So, Dave, if you're reading this, thank you for being so sweet and rescuing this damsel in distress. I'm very sorry if I left scars on your hand :). Good luck on your deployment and be safe. I owe you a lesson in Chinese!
Wait till I tell the story about the flight there, where we had to redistribute the weight because the plane was so small...another blog post maybe. Let's just say it was quite a trip.
Monday, November 10, 2008
rehearsals, weddings, stupid cameras, planes, and moving...
I just got back from Connecticut with lots of stories to tell, new friends to Facebook and lots of pictures to edit and blog. And a camera that is on it's way back to the repair shop...
For now, here's one from the rehearsal.
And remind me to tell you how I almost died on the plane. Okay, that may have been a slight exaggeration...but it was close. (Even if the very nice man next to me whose hand I was clutching in a death grip told me it would be okay.)
Oh and start packing your bags cause we're moving...more deets on that in a later post.
For now, here's one from the rehearsal.
And remind me to tell you how I almost died on the plane. Okay, that may have been a slight exaggeration...but it was close. (Even if the very nice man next to me whose hand I was clutching in a death grip told me it would be okay.)
Oh and start packing your bags cause we're moving...more deets on that in a later post.
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