Well, I finally got around to re-doing the KenThomas.us PhotoStore.
Hey, it’s only been on my ‘To Do’ list for… 18 months or so. Maybe a little more. Probably.
Remember, there’s no reason to limit yourself to just one calendar. They make wonderful gifts for people you’re not terribly fond of, don’t know all that well, or just don’t want to spend a lot of money on. And since you can say you’re personal friends (if only in the Facebook sense) with the photographer, it makes it seem like a much more personal and meaningful gift than it actually is.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the background, this whole thing started as a little project Vicki and I came up with, mostly because we couldn’t think of any good Christmas present ideas. We thought it would be fun to make calendars featuring our own photos, and to give them to a few relatives. When we started sending them out, friends of friends and relatives saw them and asked how they could get one for themselves. I put them in the store so folks could order them, and the whole thing kind of snowballed from there.
The cool thing about getting copies of both of these books sent to me is just that it was completely unnecessary. Both publishers asked my permission to use the photos, even though they didn’t have to – and both sent me copies of the book, once again, even though they didn’t have to. That’s just sweet, you know? Having a signed copy of Brown’s book is major-league icing on the cake.
But so far? So far I’m loving this camera. When you take it out of the package, the first thing that strikes you is how small it is. It’s nowhere near the size of a dSLR. In fact, it looks more like a point-and-shoot. Then you pick it up, and the second thing that strikes you is how heavy it is. I mean, this little sucker is dense. It’s like picking up a bar of steel, which makes sense due to the fact that it’s got an awful lot of stuff all crammed into a solid metal frame.
That’s Vicki’s story, anyway. I kind of suspect she was jealous that I got to rescue these cute kittens while her and Marshall were gallivanting all over South Dakota, so she waited until I was at work one day and stole one from a neighbor. Probably a senior citizen neighbor. In fact, she probably stole it from a sweet little old lady with no relatives or friends, who is bedridden and blind, that counted on this kitten to read her the newspaper every day. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that this kitten was probably the sole source of joy in that poor woman’s life. But when Vicki gets an idea in her head, what are you going to do, you know?
So naturally I found myself trudging up the road to rescue the kittens. We’ve already got two cats and a dog, and I didn’t want anymore pets, but what are you going to do, you know? I’m an idiot (I think that’s been pretty well-established by this point) so I didn’t bother to take a bag or a box or gloves or anything. The result being that 15 minutes later I got back home with two snarling little hairballs of fury, and a nice collection of scratches.