How I Disconnect

How I Disconnect

As a freelancer, you are always on the clock.  If your cell has reception, you are guarnteed to pick up when a client call comes through.  While I love my job, and I love my clients – everyone needs time off!  This is how I spend my free time – on the top of a rock, in the middle of no where.  Just me, my climbing partner, and a 60 meter rope.

These photos are from my trip to El Protero Chico, outside of Hidalgo, Mexico.  It’s a small but beautiful climbing town town – where life is slow, quiet, and the margaritas are strong.

Drop me a line – I’d love to hear how you disconnect!

Sentiment

Sentiment

I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point Arlo and I stopped taking photos when we went on vacation.  Not all together, but instead of coming home with hundreds of shots of smiling, sun burnt faces and sweeping scenic views, we would have maybe just a handful.  To remedy this problem, we decided a little friendly competition was in order.  The two of us took photos all vacation long.  We picked five of our favorite photos each, and our families will vote on who captured the moments the best!  Loser buys dinner, so the steaks aren’t high, but in the least we have a great collection of photos documenting our Venice and Garmish vacation, and we had a great time taking them.  Here are my five entries.  (Dinner awaits!)

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Boats in the canal, Venice, Italy, April 2013. All rights reserved, contact author for use.

Boats in the canal, Venice, Italy, April 2013.
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Laundry hanging in the alleys, Venice, Italy, April 2013. All rights reserved, contact author for use.

Laundry hanging in the alleys, Venice, Italy, April 2013.
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View from the Wank Bahn, Garmisch, Germany, April 2013. All rights reserved, contact author for use.

View from the Wank Bahn, Garmisch, Germany, April 2013.
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Gondola's in Venice, Italy, April 2013. All rights reserved, contact author for use.

Gondola’s in Venice, Italy, April 2013.
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Grand Canal, Venice, Italy April 2013. All rights reserved, contact author for use.

Grand Canal, Venice, Italy April 2013.
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The Hostess

The Hostess

I love being the hostess. I like to prepare the house, shop for fun ingredients to make you a fabulous meal, and spoil you rotten when you come to visit me in my home. It’s just something that I’ve always had fun with. And when you come to my house and you are my guest, if you want to tour the area then I am more than happy to take you to see the Ghost Tree on 17 Mile Drive (that I’ve seen about 17 times…), Canary Row (and the promise of fresh seafood), or even all the way to San Francisco (as long as you buy me a hot cookie…).

As much as I love you, all of my house guests, I have to call you out. You come from all ends of the earth, you spend a lot of money on a plane ticket, you even bought a new camera to make sure you could capture all the precious memories. But when you go to snap that photo of the giant orange bridge or the million dollar view from HWY 1… YOU DON’T EVEN GET OUT OF THE CAR! You came all this way but now your photographs are blurred by the dust that I most definitely have not rinsed off of my windshield, or the guy on the bike that flew by as we parked. My rear-view mirror and my husband’s bobble head hula doll are now permanently embedded into your family vacation album. Sigh… and reminisce.

So please – I took the entire day off to tour you around. Yes, I can stop for an additional 5 minutes so you can capture the moment bird s*** and side-mirror free.