<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857</id><updated>2012-03-06T14:57:45.799-06:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='i heart faces'/><category term='products'/><category term='seniors'/><category term='children'/><category term='babies'/><category term='cultivating confidence'/><category term='photography tips for parents'/><category term='personal'/><category term='maternity'/><category term='grown ups'/><category term='teens'/><category term='my family'/><category term='families'/><category term='newborns'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Tiny Impressions</title><subtitle type='html'>The Photography of Jacqueline Childress</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5689124141777400211</id><published>2012-02-24T01:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T20:44:09.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The stunning "s" girls-DFW child photographer</title><content type='html'>I posted their family pictures last blog post, but these girls deserved a post of their own.  I normally do pictures of children that are the age of my own so I am used to chasing them and making silly faces.  These girls were the perfect age and really wanted to have great pictures.  The moment I saw them I knew I wanted some pictures of them with serious faces.  It was a little tough at first, but then they wanted to do them every time.  I had to coax them to smile.  They are stunning little women and were such a pleasure to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---D5znY0okg/T0XDUpkHUiI/AAAAAAAABtg/Y6h-IkttxmU/s1600/JLC_8109%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---D5znY0okg/T0XDUpkHUiI/AAAAAAAABtg/Y6h-IkttxmU/s800/JLC_8109%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712186461911470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_fuWCVYI_o/T0XDUqucEgI/AAAAAAAABto/2wDJ99Vfj1g/s1600/JLC_8162%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_fuWCVYI_o/T0XDUqucEgI/AAAAAAAABto/2wDJ99Vfj1g/s800/JLC_8162%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712186462223208962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kxhXiCBV-s/T0XDU7USy7I/AAAAAAAABt4/o738NYBcNmE/s1600/JLC_8172%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kxhXiCBV-s/T0XDU7USy7I/AAAAAAAABt4/o738NYBcNmE/s800/JLC_8172%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712186466676951986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8wpsATkCQs/T0XDVvowUwI/AAAAAAAABuA/baa7U39v1Rk/s1600/JLC_8204%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8wpsATkCQs/T0XDVvowUwI/AAAAAAAABuA/baa7U39v1Rk/s800/JLC_8204%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712186480721416962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who doesn't love a picture of daddy with his daughters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ldi5irkfH3Q/T0XDV6bsuNI/AAAAAAAABuM/PKN06Xar0OM/s1600/JLC_8274%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ldi5irkfH3Q/T0XDV6bsuNI/AAAAAAAABuM/PKN06Xar0OM/s800/JLC_8274%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712186483619444946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5689124141777400211?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5689124141777400211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/stunning-s-girls-dfw-child-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5689124141777400211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5689124141777400211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/stunning-s-girls-dfw-child-photographer.html' title='The stunning &quot;s&quot; girls-DFW child photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---D5znY0okg/T0XDUpkHUiI/AAAAAAAABtg/Y6h-IkttxmU/s72-c/JLC_8109%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1902987951211117593</id><published>2012-02-22T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T22:30:34.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><title type='text'>Remember the fall?-DFW Family Photographer</title><content type='html'>It seems like there is a time warp on many photographer's blogs.  We lose the fall as we try to edit and get out Christmas cards for all of our clients.  I am trying to go back and update my blog for some of my fall sessions.  This family sessions was one of my favorite.  First, they are a gorgeous family.  Second, mom knocked it out of the park with their styling.  I may have to post individual pictures of the girls in another post.  I just loved some many of their family shots I thought I would dedicate one post to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRaPxyhs0tk/T0XATKyhOGI/AAAAAAAABsk/-HoK_jBpm9U/s1600/JLC_8067%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRaPxyhs0tk/T0XATKyhOGI/AAAAAAAABsk/-HoK_jBpm9U/s800/JLC_8067%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712183137935636578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQrB7gFSTuI/T0XATePqoPI/AAAAAAAABsw/Z6tiVVZMypM/s1600/JLC_8128%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQrB7gFSTuI/T0XATePqoPI/AAAAAAAABsw/Z6tiVVZMypM/s800/JLC_8128%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712183143158161650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDe-1jf2Ebc/T0XATwQHj1I/AAAAAAAABs8/ljZt8Oa8ZMI/s1600/JLC_8144%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDe-1jf2Ebc/T0XATwQHj1I/AAAAAAAABs8/ljZt8Oa8ZMI/s800/JLC_8144%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712183147991895890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnqfmbX17Vs/T0XAUPoVsWI/AAAAAAAABtI/ydEqtAb5WZk/s1600/JLC_8152%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnqfmbX17Vs/T0XAUPoVsWI/AAAAAAAABtI/ydEqtAb5WZk/s800/JLC_8152%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712183156414984546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vvNfEeNJ4w/T0XAVhgsJTI/AAAAAAAABtU/qFi1N2vHrvA/s1600/JLC_8187%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vvNfEeNJ4w/T0XAVhgsJTI/AAAAAAAABtU/qFi1N2vHrvA/s800/JLC_8187%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712183178394608946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1902987951211117593?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1902987951211117593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/remember-fall-dfw-family-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1902987951211117593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1902987951211117593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/remember-fall-dfw-family-photographer.html' title='Remember the fall?-DFW Family Photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRaPxyhs0tk/T0XATKyhOGI/AAAAAAAABsk/-HoK_jBpm9U/s72-c/JLC_8067%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3629273961694264719</id><published>2012-02-14T19:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T19:56:55.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart faces-heart challenge</title><content type='html'>If you are a blog reader you have seen this picture, but I decided to enter this week's heart challenge.  Be sure to head on to &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;iheartfaces&lt;/a&gt; to see the other creative entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSDT1YTGtsw/TzsQxL_NtxI/AAAAAAAABsY/AenK71XMCyE/s1600/JLC_0726%2Bcopy%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSDT1YTGtsw/TzsQxL_NtxI/AAAAAAAABsY/AenK71XMCyE/s800/JLC_0726%2Bcopy%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709175389839800082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwnszBVzE_I/TzsPsx7hQsI/AAAAAAAABsA/_y-C1PCQ08k/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwnszBVzE_I/TzsPsx7hQsI/AAAAAAAABsA/_y-C1PCQ08k/s800/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709174214613877442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3629273961694264719?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3629273961694264719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-heart-faces-heart-challenge.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3629273961694264719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3629273961694264719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-heart-faces-heart-challenge.html' title='I heart faces-heart challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSDT1YTGtsw/TzsQxL_NtxI/AAAAAAAABsY/AenK71XMCyE/s72-c/JLC_0726%2Bcopy%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5317765863266109547</id><published>2012-02-12T17:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:25:46.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>I might be a little biased, but I think I might have some of the cutest valentine's in town.  I hope you have a wonderful day with your loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VUim-MIZ-3s/TzhJlBpQZNI/AAAAAAAABrk/XeQbAGRDYCE/s1600/cpj%2Bvalentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VUim-MIZ-3s/TzhJlBpQZNI/AAAAAAAABrk/XeQbAGRDYCE/s800/cpj%2Bvalentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708393428137567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's picture was featured as a valentine inspiration photo on the website &lt;a href="www.confessionsofapropjunkie.com"&gt;www.confessionsofapropjunkie.com&lt;/a&gt;.  They have themes each week and it is fun to see the creativity of other photographers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxSjC0efMs4/TzhJkx0ZkNI/AAAAAAAABrc/y61OtUCozC0/s1600/JLC_0726%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxSjC0efMs4/TzhJkx0ZkNI/AAAAAAAABrc/y61OtUCozC0/s800/JLC_0726%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708393423889338578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5317765863266109547?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5317765863266109547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5317765863266109547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5317765863266109547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VUim-MIZ-3s/TzhJlBpQZNI/AAAAAAAABrk/XeQbAGRDYCE/s72-c/cpj%2Bvalentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6874233281444639513</id><published>2012-01-28T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:34:58.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>Natalie's maternity session-Denton, TX maternity photographer</title><content type='html'>My friend defnitely had that maternity glow about her.  She made pregnancy look so effortless and she looked amazingly gorgeous in this natural setting.  I can't wait to meet her baby girl and watch her grow.  It has been such a privilege to make friends through the process of being their photographer and documenting all their life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hv2D3qLLYwU/TySwKcC4jiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/O0qW74_Ox4A/s1600/JLC_0559%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hv2D3qLLYwU/TySwKcC4jiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/O0qW74_Ox4A/s800/JLC_0559%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702876721531358754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM8e_4yGUSI/TySwKN7-xEI/AAAAAAAABrA/vxQKUe1j6ZY/s1600/JLC_0542%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM8e_4yGUSI/TySwKN7-xEI/AAAAAAAABrA/vxQKUe1j6ZY/s800/JLC_0542%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702876717744309314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALCKSgjHEM8/TySwJ8DKMbI/AAAAAAAABq4/-9z1lDYV6bo/s1600/JLC_0532%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALCKSgjHEM8/TySwJ8DKMbI/AAAAAAAABq4/-9z1lDYV6bo/s800/JLC_0532%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702876712942580146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uy3-8ORhGA/TySwJf-ic0I/AAAAAAAABqs/5W1JFbnfiOo/s1600/JLC_0479%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uy3-8ORhGA/TySwJf-ic0I/AAAAAAAABqs/5W1JFbnfiOo/s800/JLC_0479%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702876705407005506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EguFxqKrkx0/TySwJW9KBPI/AAAAAAAABqg/XmJ6gaPgnXc/s1600/JLC_0462%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EguFxqKrkx0/TySwJW9KBPI/AAAAAAAABqg/XmJ6gaPgnXc/s800/JLC_0462%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702876702985290994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6874233281444639513?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6874233281444639513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/natalies-maternity-session-denton-tx.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6874233281444639513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6874233281444639513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/natalies-maternity-session-denton-tx.html' title='Natalie&apos;s maternity session-Denton, TX maternity photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hv2D3qLLYwU/TySwKcC4jiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/O0qW74_Ox4A/s72-c/JLC_0559%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1386394152475932432</id><published>2012-01-09T20:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:23:12.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-best face of 2011</title><content type='html'>How could I possibly pick a best face from all my images last year?  I decided to use a picture of my friend Nicole.  Her image placed in the top ten for people's choice.  I loved our little session, which was used for my cultivating confidence series.  If you aren't a regular reader on my blog, you have to check it out.  It is one of my favorite projects!  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries at &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;I heart faces&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjxPv5QpIM/TwugymSbzJI/AAAAAAAABqI/rhFBt7Qsqks/s1600/JLC_1382%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjxPv5QpIM/TwugymSbzJI/AAAAAAAABqI/rhFBt7Qsqks/s400/JLC_1382%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695822944871894162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecitjz1-BLU/Twug4HJO3gI/AAAAAAAABqU/dvWnkew8pj4/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecitjz1-BLU/Twug4HJO3gI/AAAAAAAABqU/dvWnkew8pj4/s400/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695823039591013890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1386394152475932432?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1386394152475932432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-heart-faces-best-face-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1386394152475932432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1386394152475932432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-heart-faces-best-face-of-2011.html' title='I heart faces-best face of 2011'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjxPv5QpIM/TwugymSbzJI/AAAAAAAABqI/rhFBt7Qsqks/s72-c/JLC_1382%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3370756910724690461</id><published>2011-12-23T21:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:32:44.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all who come across my blog!  I am so thankful for another year of doing what I love in my "spare" time.  For those of you who don't know me personally, photography is my fourth job-wife, mom, accountant (yes-accountant) and photographer.  It is my outlet and a very special gift.  I am so thankful that I found it and I am so thankful I see things a little differently because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my job is photographing newborns.  I get to meet little humans as they start their journey.  They are beautiful, undefiled, and full of promise.  I consider it an honor to get to meet them at this precious time.  I also get to see parents, many of them first time parents, as they begin their journey.  There are no words for the immediate expanding of your heart that happens when you become a parent.  I love getting to talk to parents about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one particular photo that really struck me as I began to think about this blog post.  In thinking of the true meaning of Christmas-the birth of Christ-I was humbled.  I thought about how much God loved us and gave his only precious son.  I thought about how he allowed him to come to earth to stand in the gap for us.  As a parent I cannot imagine giving my son so that others could live and yet that is what was done for us.  I leave you with this picture of a precious child and ask you to think about his gift to us.  He loves you and he loves me.  What better gift could we receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QU8qY8K2rA/TvVHEbrnIWI/AAAAAAAABp8/W3cysrpyHFQ/s1600/baby%2Bls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QU8qY8K2rA/TvVHEbrnIWI/AAAAAAAABp8/W3cysrpyHFQ/s800/baby%2Bls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689531845728215394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3370756910724690461?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3370756910724690461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3370756910724690461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3370756910724690461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QU8qY8K2rA/TvVHEbrnIWI/AAAAAAAABp8/W3cysrpyHFQ/s72-c/baby%2Bls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4569669231155781038</id><published>2011-11-17T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:35:26.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Nelda's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYu7K7UlgBo/TsXfIa1-rHI/AAAAAAAABpM/VRPhohc5EGw/s1600/JLC_4045%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYu7K7UlgBo/TsXfIa1-rHI/AAAAAAAABpM/VRPhohc5EGw/s800/JLC_4045%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676188241108053106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTxmnB5P5I4/TsXfI3FumlI/AAAAAAAABpY/7WmA-sP2Scc/s1600/JLC_4067%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTxmnB5P5I4/TsXfI3FumlI/AAAAAAAABpY/7WmA-sP2Scc/s800/JLC_4067%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676188248690301522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had the unfortunate task of having “The Talk” with my six year old.  Thankfully, it wasn’t THAT talk, but it was the first of what I’m sure will be many talks about self-esteem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came about because she saw two neighborhood friends playing outside, and asked me if she could play outside with them.  After I told her to put her shoes on, she went tearing out the door.  Two seconds later, she was back inside. She looked sad and slowly sat down on the couch.  When I asked why she wasn’t playing, she said they had told her she couldn’t play with them.  I wanted to beat their rude little butts.  Why are girls so mean to each other?  It’s something I’ve seen way too often as I watch my little girl growing up.  Something that I experienced growing up and something I wish I could shield her from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her that kids were mean to me too….  They made fun of my big glasses, curly hair, and crooked teeth.  I’m reminded of how I was made fun of for being too skinny and having chicken legs.  I remember when I gained the dreaded “freshman fifteen” in college, and how happy I was to finally be able to gain weight!  (What?!!??)  All of these experiences made me realize as an adult something I could never grasp growing up.  We are all unique, beautiful individuals, and we will never be the same as the next girl.  And because we will never be the same, there will always be something you can be teased about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time to realize this.  Even in my twenties, I was still trying to “fix” myself.  I got braces as an adult.  I also got Lasik to correct my horrible vision.  I gained weight so I wasn’t so skinny.   I don’t pretend to have it all figured out in my thirties, but I do know this: I still have chicken legs.  But these chicken legs have carried me through countless miles and hopefully soon, my third half-marathon.  I also have a tummy that isn’t as flat as I’d like or breasts that aren’t as perky as they used to be…and I could have these things “fixed”.  But I’ve decided not to and instead I wear my mommy marks proudly.  If I want to teach my children to love themselves as they were created, I should provide a good example of that.  I gave birth and nursed two healthy, beautiful children with this body, and I want them to know how proud I am of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to all of these things in my life: the lessons that have taken me years to learn and that I continue to learn every day. I think carefully before responding to her. I weigh my response cautiously and hope that I can start building in her a strong sense of self.  I hope one day she will hear my voice inside her head when she experiences disappointment or hears mean things.  If I do my best, I know she will have something she can fall back on as she learns to navigate the self-esteem minefield ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok_9l5LPs0s/TsXfJbDfKkI/AAAAAAAABpk/o0EK5FzTnKU/s1600/JLC_4076%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok_9l5LPs0s/TsXfJbDfKkI/AAAAAAAABpk/o0EK5FzTnKU/s800/JLC_4076%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676188258344577602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4569669231155781038?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4569669231155781038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/cultivating-confidence-neldas-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4569669231155781038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4569669231155781038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/cultivating-confidence-neldas-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Nelda&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYu7K7UlgBo/TsXfIa1-rHI/AAAAAAAABpM/VRPhohc5EGw/s72-c/JLC_4045%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2342665745520287238</id><published>2011-11-07T07:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:19:30.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces "black" challenge</title><content type='html'>I was so excited when I saw this week's theme.  I just took photos of my daughter dressed like Audrey Hepburn a few weeks ago.  It was her idea.  She saw a calendar at Hobby Lobby and asked if I could dress her like that.  I didn't have to be asked twice.  She had so much fun and even gave me some of her own fun poses, but this is my favorite.  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries at &lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;iheartfaces.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_wtd9hql34/Trfak3JwtwI/AAAAAAAABo0/zTeC9HKRtHY/s1600/JLC_6820%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_wtd9hql34/Trfak3JwtwI/AAAAAAAABo0/zTeC9HKRtHY/s800/JLC_6820%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672242582511466242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJrXj98EzbM/TrfaqLcL8fI/AAAAAAAABpA/9FHKn1VYM-Q/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJrXj98EzbM/TrfaqLcL8fI/AAAAAAAABpA/9FHKn1VYM-Q/s800/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672242673856803314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2342665745520287238?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2342665745520287238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-heart-faces-black-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2342665745520287238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2342665745520287238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-heart-faces-black-challenge.html' title='I heart faces &quot;black&quot; challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_wtd9hql34/Trfak3JwtwI/AAAAAAAABo0/zTeC9HKRtHY/s72-c/JLC_6820%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2256264183556077087</id><published>2011-11-06T23:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:37:00.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>It has been a crazy fall!  DFW family photographer</title><content type='html'>I feel like the blog has suffered some major neglect!  I have photographed some of the cutest kids and families.  Here is a little of what I have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu1hQT5jlKw/TrduILp-dpI/AAAAAAAABoo/MEKqjffdWmY/s1600/JLC_6311%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu1hQT5jlKw/TrduILp-dpI/AAAAAAAABoo/MEKqjffdWmY/s800/JLC_6311%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123342543287954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohSPE__l8WA/TrduH-hT4xI/AAAAAAAABoY/UO7rZvXcgBw/s1600/JLC_4976%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohSPE__l8WA/TrduH-hT4xI/AAAAAAAABoY/UO7rZvXcgBw/s800/JLC_4976%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123339017282322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1t8KODsbZoY/TrduHpYBY-I/AAAAAAAABoM/S5Nl46W3aiE/s1600/JLC_4348%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1t8KODsbZoY/TrduHpYBY-I/AAAAAAAABoM/S5Nl46W3aiE/s800/JLC_4348%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123333341176802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LEa1YsYqL0/TrduHRUpOoI/AAAAAAAABoE/mkJ-iCAJfkQ/s1600/JLC_4207-color-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LEa1YsYqL0/TrduHRUpOoI/AAAAAAAABoE/mkJ-iCAJfkQ/s800/JLC_4207-color-copy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123326884559490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2256264183556077087?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2256264183556077087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-has-been-crazy-fall-dfw-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2256264183556077087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2256264183556077087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-has-been-crazy-fall-dfw-family.html' title='It has been a crazy fall!  DFW family photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu1hQT5jlKw/TrduILp-dpI/AAAAAAAABoo/MEKqjffdWmY/s72-c/JLC_6311%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3141362204787283106</id><published>2011-10-27T21:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:51:51.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Carol's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pbom5NrG3Q/TqoSR5CqhRI/AAAAAAAABmg/TtMQZbS8igk/s1600/JLC_5226%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pbom5NrG3Q/TqoSR5CqhRI/AAAAAAAABmg/TtMQZbS8igk/s800/JLC_5226%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668363179578262802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_wZca5BYbc/TqoSRjdnghI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5e1jfXaZUQg/s1600/JLC_5214%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_wZca5BYbc/TqoSRjdnghI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5e1jfXaZUQg/s800/JLC_5214%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668363173785731602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an impatient person.  All my life I have searched for how to get there faster, how to skip that step, how to get the answer without reading all the details, skim the rules and get started, cut to the chase.  If you ask my mother she will say this is still a real problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting "there" faster can catapult you to the next fun, exciting thing and can give you a constant barrage of new things to focus on but the quickness robs you of enjoying the moments that got you there and will most likely cause you to miss out on deep, meaningful connections with those who may be on the journey with you.  You definitely don't have time to look back and keep up with those you bonded with in the past.  In my particular instance, it cause me to make some mistakes and miss opportunities I may have achieved if I had not been moving so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say I have been cured of this issue but I can say that I have learned to slow down.  Once my twenties were officially a thing of the past (and they really did go by in a blink of an eye), I had an awakening that kind of sounded like this: "WHOA!! How do you slow this thing down?? There is NO WAY I can be 30 years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened.  I needed my friends more than ever.  I needed my parents more than ever.  I need to make more money!!  And it hit me:  the priorities must be in line. Now!  I started to slow down and become aware of what mattered to me.  I started to take the time to do the things I wanted to do--taking that painting class, getting a dog (that tethers you to the house for sure-talk about a slow down), spending some time alone and not running errands.  Being still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I now have a pretty decent sense of self.  That is not to say that I even remotely think I have it all together.  It just means that I am more accepting of the twists and turns that come my way instead of running so fast and trying to control it all.  I do think that I have been able to slow things down and enjoy the moment and those who are in it with me instead of looking ahead to the next moment.  However, it is sometimes a daily challenge to make those decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that friendship, especially women-to-women it is extremely important.  I think that women are in a state of unprecendented roles.  We don't have mothers that have seen the world that we face.  Now, more than ever, we have to rely on our peers as support and to show us the way.  I have witnessed a lot of competition between women that ends up tearing each other apart instead of helping each other out.  I have been so fortunate to have some incredible women as friends who have always beens supportive of my crazy ideas, actions and alway been there to hug me, let me vent, cheer me on, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently, I have spent quite a bit of time without my friends as most of them are just starting their families.  As most of you know, that can be a defining moment in a friendship. People start to lost touch and move on to friends with more in common.  I have been brave and putting myself out there with some other groups of women and it has been eye opening.  Some other women are just mean to each other!  The competition of what car you drive, whether you are married, whether you have children, whether you will work or stay home, where you got your clothes, etc. is ridiculous!  My message is-be kind to each other and support one another.  It makes life so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WStdWAs5KYI/TqoSRcP9vdI/AAAAAAAABmI/_HKJWCpGzMg/s1600/JLC_5209%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WStdWAs5KYI/TqoSRcP9vdI/AAAAAAAABmI/_HKJWCpGzMg/s800/JLC_5209%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668363171849420242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3141362204787283106?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3141362204787283106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/cultivating-confidence-carols-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3141362204787283106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3141362204787283106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/cultivating-confidence-carols-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Carol&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pbom5NrG3Q/TqoSR5CqhRI/AAAAAAAABmg/TtMQZbS8igk/s72-c/JLC_5226%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1183721701601850918</id><published>2011-10-25T20:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:40:38.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-let them be little challenge</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had my company picnic.  The kids were playing and having fun so it was the first thing I thought of when I saw this challenge.  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries at &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;iheartfaces&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them be little. &lt;br /&gt;Let them get their face painted!&lt;br /&gt;Let them get their clothes dirty. &lt;br /&gt;Let them believe in Santa and the tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;Let them them play with your jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;Let them know life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFguuaStCy4/TqdkR_lrxCI/AAAAAAAABkg/NN2iNRo5MW0/s1600/JLC_6746%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFguuaStCy4/TqdkR_lrxCI/AAAAAAAABkg/NN2iNRo5MW0/s800/JLC_6746%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667608916359103522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6sVNSGbFbc/Tqdk5wYPUaI/AAAAAAAABks/ctQxgOn_kug/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6sVNSGbFbc/Tqdk5wYPUaI/AAAAAAAABks/ctQxgOn_kug/s400/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667609599470948770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1183721701601850918?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1183721701601850918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-heart-faces-let-them-be-little.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1183721701601850918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1183721701601850918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-heart-faces-let-them-be-little.html' title='I heart faces-let them be little challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFguuaStCy4/TqdkR_lrxCI/AAAAAAAABkg/NN2iNRo5MW0/s72-c/JLC_6746%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1024060776001121367</id><published>2011-10-13T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:48:39.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He needs your vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWm3he_l5IM/Tpew_P010hI/AAAAAAAABkU/wG9IWjB6vr8/s1600/DSC_4060%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWm3he_l5IM/Tpew_P010hI/AAAAAAAABkU/wG9IWjB6vr8/s800/DSC_4060%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663189657068098066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my clients was chosen as a finalist for America's hottest husband in Redbook magazine.  I was so excited when I saw the picture they used for his write up was one I took.  Please vote for him!  Click on this &lt;a href="http://www.redbookmag.com/love-sex/hot-husband/americas-hottest-husbands-finalists-2012?src=soc_fcbk#fbIndex24"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1024060776001121367?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1024060776001121367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-needs-your-vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1024060776001121367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1024060776001121367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-needs-your-vote.html' title='He needs your vote!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWm3he_l5IM/Tpew_P010hI/AAAAAAAABkU/wG9IWjB6vr8/s72-c/DSC_4060%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6878702263699623802</id><published>2011-10-13T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:50:53.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Stacy's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJKPWHsSMbQ/TpdqY60VleI/AAAAAAAABjw/We_nWbrZptU/s1600/JLC_4512%2Bcolor%2B5x7%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJKPWHsSMbQ/TpdqY60VleI/AAAAAAAABjw/We_nWbrZptU/s800/JLC_4512%2Bcolor%2B5x7%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663112032779867618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQfd4soI9V4/TpdqZocl8QI/AAAAAAAABkI/0Kg3nLjiwWM/s1600/JLC_4528%2Bcolor%2B7x5%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQfd4soI9V4/TpdqZocl8QI/AAAAAAAABkI/0Kg3nLjiwWM/s800/JLC_4528%2Bcolor%2B7x5%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663112045028307202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a small North Texas town where I truly lived a cross between Mayberry and Friday Night Lights!  There is a lot to be said for growing up in a town where everyone knows you – a place you could safely ride your bike and leave your house unlocked.  We were at church on Sunday mornings, Sunday evenings and Wednesday nights.  During this time I don’t really remember ever thinking that I couldn’t do or be anything that I wanted.  There was a lot of time spent with family and friends.  It was a great place to grow up, and I am blessed by the experiences I had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way – I think around middle school or maybe high school – I started hearing things that made me pause.  Things like:  “Wow, you are a lot bigger than your Mom.”  “You are built just like a fullback.”  “You definitely are well endowed.”  “You don’t need to eat that.”  I don’t really think these things individually bothered me so much at the time.  I was active in sports and school organizations, spent a lot of time with my friends, and truthfully was probably too busy to think too much about it.  I do, however, remember wanting to be pretty.  Like many girls my age, I wanted to enter the SEVENTEEN magazine model search.  I filled out the form, had a friend take my picture, and prepared to mail the application.  You can imagine my surprise when I was encouraged not to mail it because I “wasn’t the type of person” they were seeking.  It was certainly a case of a loving person trying to shield me from disappointment, but it was then that I really started questioning some of the other comments that I had heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high school, I went off to college.  It was here that being the “nice” one was reinforced.  I somehow always fell into the “nice” category – never the “pretty” one.  I had experienced a bit of this in high school, but it was definitely magnified in college and shortly after.  I was the person who was the guy’s friend and helped set them up with my prettier, more desirable friends.  This discouraged me, so I tried dieting and running only to have my body fail me.  I couldn’t maintain the limited calories and exercise schedule without passing out or getting sick, so I had to give up the control.  That summer break, I heard, “I guess weight can look okay on some people”, and “you would look a lot better if you could lose about 10 pounds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I progressed from college into the real world, the comments continued.  “Why don’t you get the mole removed from your face?”  “You should wear your hair differently so that your face doesn’t look so round.”  “You do not need to wear sleeveless shirts because your arms are too big.”  “You really don’t have the body to wear that.”  And finally my favorite:  “I have never seen boobs so big in my life.  I told my wife you made Dolly Parton look like a teenager.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before and right after I was married, my body failed me again.  I struggled with health issues that affected my fertility.  After I married, I had two painful miscarriages, and I wasn’t sure I would ever be blessed with a child.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have struggled since high school with my body image.  What can I do to make myself feel more beautiful, and will I ever see myself the way God intended are two questions that I constantly ask myself.  I know that I am created in the image of God (Genesis 1:27).   I also know that He knows the number of hairs on my head (Luke 12:7).   If He took the time to make each of us this unique and knows us so intimately, then shouldn’t we value ourselves as much as He values us?  Why do I and so many others give the devil this foothold?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to say that I am confident in my beauty and have overcome the struggle.  I have not; however, I am striving each day to remember that I am here because of a God that loved me so much that He died for me.  Since God loves me so much that he made no one else like me, can’t I try to love the way He made me a little more?  My pastor Ed Young recently spoke about this and termed it living with “Godfidence.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My story has a happy ending…God blessed my husband and me with the most precious, healthy son seven years ago. My body didn’t fail me then.   I have also learned that the struggles I have experienced are in part so that I can empathize and encourage so many other friends who have also dealt with insecurity and infertility.  In the end, my daily goal is to strive to view myself the way my Creator made me.  I want our entire family to exude “Godfidence”, and I especially want my son to know the eternal definition of beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful.  I know that full well.   &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkJhWIexEoE/TpdqZL0ymXI/AAAAAAAABkA/qz-jV-qE7kM/s1600/JLC_4518%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkJhWIexEoE/TpdqZL0ymXI/AAAAAAAABkA/qz-jV-qE7kM/s800/JLC_4518%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663112037345171826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6878702263699623802?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6878702263699623802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/cultivating-confidence-stacys-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6878702263699623802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6878702263699623802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/cultivating-confidence-stacys-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Stacy&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJKPWHsSMbQ/TpdqY60VleI/AAAAAAAABjw/We_nWbrZptU/s72-c/JLC_4512%2Bcolor%2B5x7%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4707468218705383330</id><published>2011-10-10T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:53:44.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart faces-raise your hands challenge</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge at &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;iheartfaces&lt;/a&gt; is "hands."  My entry is also a sneak peak to a new project I did to challenge my own creativity.  I love that the girls are holding hands while laughing so hard.  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18yvxWMtoQ8/TpNa725c_fI/AAAAAAAABjg/dd1e8-lQi1I/s1600/JLC_4866%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18yvxWMtoQ8/TpNa725c_fI/AAAAAAAABjg/dd1e8-lQi1I/s800/JLC_4866%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661969140930117106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zHoPhrY8XM/TpNa8Cjn7OI/AAAAAAAABjo/do8laULGRDE/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zHoPhrY8XM/TpNa8Cjn7OI/AAAAAAAABjo/do8laULGRDE/s800/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661969144059784418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4707468218705383330?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4707468218705383330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-heart-faces-raise-your-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4707468218705383330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4707468218705383330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-heart-faces-raise-your-hands.html' title='I heart faces-raise your hands challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18yvxWMtoQ8/TpNa725c_fI/AAAAAAAABjg/dd1e8-lQi1I/s72-c/JLC_4866%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4922469473370199632</id><published>2011-10-05T19:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:51:00.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Jack is one-Irving, TX children's photographer</title><content type='html'>I love this story.  Jack's parent have some awesome friends.  They looked up photographers and ran across my website.  They then gave Jack's mom a gift certificate for a session with me.  Coolest.Friends.Ever!  So if you never need a unique gift idea--a session gift certificate is available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom decided to use the session to document Jack's first birthday.  This guy is the cutest.  They also brought Fred to the session-Jack's faithful companion.  There is just something about a little guy and his dog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KM5s80e4tx4/Toz69m-_AhI/AAAAAAAABjY/pYnbogUYlmg/s1600/JLC_3287%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcrop%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KM5s80e4tx4/Toz69m-_AhI/AAAAAAAABjY/pYnbogUYlmg/s800/JLC_3287%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcrop%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660174768041558546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QqJdvJmdik/Toz69aosHqI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xd4qFv6LF_w/s1600/JLC_3322%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QqJdvJmdik/Toz69aosHqI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xd4qFv6LF_w/s800/JLC_3322%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660174764726820514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mom's favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOWwXz7xi4M/Toz69GEtqtI/AAAAAAAABjI/qT1dA2thqcw/s1600/JLC_3422%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOWwXz7xi4M/Toz69GEtqtI/AAAAAAAABjI/qT1dA2thqcw/s800/JLC_3422%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660174759207217874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlYrKOKsquo/Toz68267YNI/AAAAAAAABjA/Z_G7k8QQqQY/s1600/JLC_3514%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlYrKOKsquo/Toz68267YNI/AAAAAAAABjA/Z_G7k8QQqQY/s800/JLC_3514%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660174755139641554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzg5K6QYFTA/Toz68hm9ZjI/AAAAAAAABi4/8UNm4kKtRRg/s1600/JLC_3509%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzg5K6QYFTA/Toz68hm9ZjI/AAAAAAAABi4/8UNm4kKtRRg/s800/JLC_3509%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660174749418743346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4922469473370199632?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4922469473370199632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/jack-is-one-irving-tx-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4922469473370199632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4922469473370199632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/jack-is-one-irving-tx-childrens.html' title='Jack is one-Irving, TX children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KM5s80e4tx4/Toz69m-_AhI/AAAAAAAABjY/pYnbogUYlmg/s72-c/JLC_3287%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcrop%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4999118693940486114</id><published>2011-10-02T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:06:47.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>Thank you for voting at I heart faces!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to sincerely thank everyone who voted for me at &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;iheartfaces&lt;/a&gt;.  My photo won fourth place overall.  I honestly was astounded!  I appreciate your vote and the fact that you enjoy my art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H8B5sHIBkk/Toi19E8_unI/AAAAAAAABio/WBji9hVB09Q/s1600/JLC_1297%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H8B5sHIBkk/Toi19E8_unI/AAAAAAAABio/WBji9hVB09Q/s800/JLC_1297%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658972992697252466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CIJFMiYJg8/Toi2CTgA-SI/AAAAAAAABiw/Gbe436YI9gM/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_TOP10_RockStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CIJFMiYJg8/Toi2CTgA-SI/AAAAAAAABiw/Gbe436YI9gM/s800/I_Heart_Faces_TOP10_RockStar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658973082501576994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4999118693940486114?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4999118693940486114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you-for-voting-at-i-heart-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4999118693940486114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4999118693940486114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you-for-voting-at-i-heart-faces.html' title='Thank you for voting at I heart faces!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H8B5sHIBkk/Toi19E8_unI/AAAAAAAABio/WBji9hVB09Q/s72-c/JLC_1297%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3153966566725529747</id><published>2011-09-26T20:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:37:44.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-people's choice</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge is people choice with an image taken this summer.  I just love this picture of my friend.  The saying "happy girls are the prettiest" is very true.  I think she is gorgeous.  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries at &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;I Heart Faces&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwmj7j0fyIg/ToEoTAfCINI/AAAAAAAABiQ/nzdtWe15NHI/s1600/JLC_1297%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwmj7j0fyIg/ToEoTAfCINI/AAAAAAAABiQ/nzdtWe15NHI/s800/JLC_1297%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656846913966842066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1HCPtGqlHM/ToEolpzSSUI/AAAAAAAABiY/ma2XVf_HroM/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1HCPtGqlHM/ToEolpzSSUI/AAAAAAAABiY/ma2XVf_HroM/s800/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656847234295286082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3153966566725529747?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3153966566725529747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-heart-faces-peoples-choice.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3153966566725529747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3153966566725529747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-heart-faces-peoples-choice.html' title='I heart faces-people&apos;s choice'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwmj7j0fyIg/ToEoTAfCINI/AAAAAAAABiQ/nzdtWe15NHI/s72-c/JLC_1297%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8777646848215613608</id><published>2011-09-20T20:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:13:11.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-touch of sun</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge is touch of sun.  I just loved the effect of the sun on this picture.  Sun flare can be so scary at first, but I have learned to love it.  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries at &lt;a href="www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;iheartfaces&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fteyKGM2otw/Tnk4myrYgEI/AAAAAAAABiA/wCn-Bs1dg6s/s1600/DSC_0802%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fteyKGM2otw/Tnk4myrYgEI/AAAAAAAABiA/wCn-Bs1dg6s/s800/DSC_0802%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654613046230286402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MktpEjpkQUQ/Tnk4yhzfDlI/AAAAAAAABiI/ontnbzVaw2I/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MktpEjpkQUQ/Tnk4yhzfDlI/AAAAAAAABiI/ontnbzVaw2I/s800/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654613247859297874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8777646848215613608?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8777646848215613608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-heart-faces-touch-of-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8777646848215613608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8777646848215613608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-heart-faces-touch-of-sun.html' title='I heart faces-touch of sun'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fteyKGM2otw/Tnk4myrYgEI/AAAAAAAABiA/wCn-Bs1dg6s/s72-c/DSC_0802%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-202603458828947181</id><published>2011-09-01T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:21:00.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-An encouraging word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFI--SMctH4/TmA7LEBCxiI/AAAAAAAABh4/wVKBZB-N39M/s1600/find%2Bpeace%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFI--SMctH4/TmA7LEBCxiI/AAAAAAAABh4/wVKBZB-N39M/s800/find%2Bpeace%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647578993965319714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing catch up at home.  I have been away on vacation and am getting back to taking pictures and catching up on the blog.  I asked a few friends about getting their picture taken for my blog series and they were all feeling a little blah, which I totally understand.  A lot of my friends are moms and work.  It is hard to strike a balance between all the things you think you have to do and taking care of yourself is usually last on the list.  I just wanted to tell you this--I know I am not perfect, I know I am not the smartest person, I know I am not the best photographer, I know I am no supermodel.  I am finally learning to be okay with that.  I try my best to better myself and learn more and hope to encourage others along the way.  We all have something to contribute.  It's up to you to use what you have been given.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-202603458828947181?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/202603458828947181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/cultivating-confidence-encouraging-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/202603458828947181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/202603458828947181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/cultivating-confidence-encouraging-word.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-An encouraging word'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFI--SMctH4/TmA7LEBCxiI/AAAAAAAABh4/wVKBZB-N39M/s72-c/find%2Bpeace%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3348051949423108027</id><published>2011-08-28T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:48:38.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-white challenge</title><content type='html'>I haven't been too active on &lt;a href="iheartfaces.com"&gt;I heart faces&lt;/a&gt;.  Summer has been very busy.  When I heard this week's challenge was white, I immediately thought of this picture.  My sweet girl.  Be sure to check out I heart faces and see the other fun entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0OMgZSAkQs/TlsZyEz1YKI/AAAAAAAABho/LUWY5DAA-xI/s1600/DSC_1920%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0OMgZSAkQs/TlsZyEz1YKI/AAAAAAAABho/LUWY5DAA-xI/s800/DSC_1920%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646134905914351778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4XxTgnSPvk/TlsZ8yUhU7I/AAAAAAAABhw/K-RNK_hRvEw/s1600/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4XxTgnSPvk/TlsZ8yUhU7I/AAAAAAAABhw/K-RNK_hRvEw/s400/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646135089929737138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3348051949423108027?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3348051949423108027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-heart-faces-white-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3348051949423108027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3348051949423108027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-heart-faces-white-challenge.html' title='I heart faces-white challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0OMgZSAkQs/TlsZyEz1YKI/AAAAAAAABho/LUWY5DAA-xI/s72-c/DSC_1920%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6367953182187224665</id><published>2011-08-17T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:10:58.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Nicole's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UbJntGuesQ/TkyCV1_XBtI/AAAAAAAABhA/ODuEwOciszs/s1600/JLC_1297%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UbJntGuesQ/TkyCV1_XBtI/AAAAAAAABhA/ODuEwOciszs/s800/JLC_1297%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642027744970082002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYqLq3TUMNw/TkyCWH7Z_FI/AAAAAAAABhI/BcR9io7mYbs/s1600/JLC_1384%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYqLq3TUMNw/TkyCWH7Z_FI/AAAAAAAABhI/BcR9io7mYbs/s800/JLC_1384%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642027749785336914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I searched for love from all the wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;Some were "best friends".&lt;br /&gt;Some were boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;One person I didn't find love from was myself.&lt;br /&gt;For me love equaled confidence and self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;Middle school and high school I hated myself. I hated the way I looked. I didn't like being me. In middle school my "best friend" told me that pretty much everything about me was wrong. That validated what I was feeling. I also had a "best friend" tell me that a boy that I liked me and wanted to talk to me. Then when she saw that I was excited she laughed and told me she was just kidding and wanted to see how I reacted. Those were just a couple of the things that made my self esteem plummet in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school came around and all I longed for was a relationship by a guy who didn't have to love me because I was family but because he wanted to love me. But I wasn't good enough. I was on Homecoming Court starting my sophmore year thru my senior year. I was Class President my sophmore to senior year and Student Body President.  Even having titles like that I never got dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real boyfriend was at the end of my junior year. He was voted most handsome and very popular. It didn't last very long.  He told me he loved me and then a couple days later he broke up with me. I was heart-broken. I asked why he told me he loved me if he didn't want to be with me and he said, "I knew that was what you wanted to hear". My second boyfriend told me he loved me. He cheated on me. I asked him why he told me he loved me.  He said, "It was extreme infatuation" and took it back.  I saw that I was not lovable and something was wrong with me.  Another guy I liked but never dated came over one night and sat down on my bed and said, "I know you have always wanted to be with me and I like you, but I am afraid something better is going to come around." WOW. Awesome. At this point of time the Lord started to work on my heart. I told him I hadn't waited around for him and didn't need a guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of my bad luck with guys I decided I just wanted to be friends with guys and meet new people.  I met a guy and we hung out.  Once he found out I was still a virgin the calls stopped.  I called him and asked him why he didn't call anymore.  He told me that he couldn't be friends because of my virginity.  This was the time I began to change and started listening to what the Lord was trying to get through to me. I didn't need a guy for me to feel loved, beautiful, important, or successful.   I didn't have to give a part of me away to be loved.  I was loved by my family, friends, and the Lord. I finally saw myself as beautiful but not because someone else thought I was but because I finally got a glimpse of how God saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved. The Lord has blessed me with an amazing husband that is more then what I could have dreamed of.  He loves me for me. I look back now and the guys who I dated weren't the real thing, they were stepping stones.  I praise the Lord for allowing me to finally find love in myself so I could allow someone so great as my husband to love me. I know what true love is.--the love of our Lord and Savior, the love of my husband, kids, and family. I pray that I can teach my daughter to not find her confidence and love in people, boys or things, but that she will look to the Lord, who will show her what true love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UjoYhnEXN8/TkyCcD18xMI/AAAAAAAABhY/UCXUbf79rj8/s1600/JLC_1247%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UjoYhnEXN8/TkyCcD18xMI/AAAAAAAABhY/UCXUbf79rj8/s800/JLC_1247%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642027851767923906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6367953182187224665?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6367953182187224665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/cultivating-confidence-nicoles-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6367953182187224665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6367953182187224665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/cultivating-confidence-nicoles-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Nicole&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UbJntGuesQ/TkyCV1_XBtI/AAAAAAAABhA/ODuEwOciszs/s72-c/JLC_1297%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6803831892888337005</id><published>2011-08-11T21:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:33:32.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><title type='text'>Maddie-2012 Guyer High School Senior</title><content type='html'>This is Maddie.  She is my 2012 senior rep for Guyer High School.  I had originally picked a vacant lot to take her photos and much to my dismay it was bulldozed of all the beautiful trees and long grass just two days before.  I just knew the natural setting was perfect for her natural beauty.  Luckily, we weren't far from on my favorite locations.  She is so beautiful and inside and out!  I am thankful our paths crossed.  Have I mentioned I love photographing seniors?  Be sure to spread the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbTziTSx3Nk/TkSQs7XcgDI/AAAAAAAABg4/oFH_RiqN1LQ/s1600/maddie%2B8x10%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbTziTSx3Nk/TkSQs7XcgDI/AAAAAAAABg4/oFH_RiqN1LQ/s800/maddie%2B8x10%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639791734899376178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BittM8kTFE0/TkSQslNFayI/AAAAAAAABgw/l6I6LnC9MsU/s1600/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BittM8kTFE0/TkSQslNFayI/AAAAAAAABgw/l6I6LnC9MsU/s800/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639791728950340386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6803831892888337005?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6803831892888337005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/maddie-2012-guyer-high-schoool-senior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6803831892888337005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6803831892888337005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/maddie-2012-guyer-high-schoool-senior.html' title='Maddie-2012 Guyer High School Senior'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbTziTSx3Nk/TkSQs7XcgDI/AAAAAAAABg4/oFH_RiqN1LQ/s72-c/maddie%2B8x10%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-74728010669729448</id><published>2011-08-04T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:58:41.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Emily's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoUJxS_DDN8/Tjs_6Ve-Y0I/AAAAAAAABgY/c4aMUaP0jWg/s1600/DSC_0731%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoUJxS_DDN8/Tjs_6Ve-Y0I/AAAAAAAABgY/c4aMUaP0jWg/s800/DSC_0731%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637169630016332610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1JuX1awZEI/Tjs_6ekV13I/AAAAAAAABgg/1ViOhocJAII/s1600/DSC_0779%2Bbw%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1JuX1awZEI/Tjs_6ekV13I/AAAAAAAABgg/1ViOhocJAII/s800/DSC_0779%2Bbw%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637169632454760306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Ava, is four years old.  She is a beautiful child, and was born with the best possible combination of genetics.  She has dark hair, blue eyes, and her daddy’s long legs.  Ava is like most little girls and loves to watch princess movies.  Cinderella, Snow White, Ariel, we’ve got them all.  Second only to princess movies is her love for her own reflection in the mirror.  I fix her hair every morning while she smiles at herself, and it’s one of my favorite times of day.  A few months ago, I caught her standing on a stepstool in her room, frowning at her reflection and twirling her hair.  When I asked her what was wrong, she told me she wished she had yellow hair like Rapunzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a parent is a profound experience, and there are so many aspects to raising a child that I feel completely unprepared for.  This was one of those times, and I quickly reassured her she was beautiful just the way God made her.  Still, the comment bothered me for the rest of the day.  The thought that a sweet four-year-old is looking at herself in the mirror critically, and thinking that she doesn’t add up to some cartoon breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking back to when I was growing up, and about how much energy I wasted worrying about looking like someone else.  Wanting to ditch my thick glasses to have perfect vision like this friend, or straight teeth like that friend, or long hair like another girl.  Waking up at 5:30am to fix my hair just so, or put on eye make-up exactly like the picture in the magazine.  Worried about what this person or that person might think of my new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought up in a church home and have known about Jesus my entire life, but it was only after forming a personal relationship with Him in high school that I discovered true happiness.  I began to spend more time in my Bible and less time in the mirror, and I realized I did need a makeover:  a makeover for my soul.  True peace comes only from Him, not from approval from anyone else.  If we waste our time chasing a cartoon view of beauty, we’ll never achieve that and we’ll end up empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don’t get me wrong.  I still wear sparkly eye shadow, paint my nails, and layer on the highlights.  You will rarely find me without big earrings in, and I won’t even walk to my mailbox without a coat of mascara on.  But now I do those things now because they are fun to me, not because they make anyone else happy.  1 Samuel 16 says, “The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get out of balance some days, and I can spend too much time worried about how I look.  I compare myself to someone else and wonder how I could change to attain some silly, unrealistic level of perfection.  But I’ve noticed that when that happens, I’m focusing way too much on me.  How I look, what other people think of me, who I can impress.  When I spend time focusing on Him, and time working on making my heart reflect Him and His love for me, everything else falls into place.  And that’s the message I should be passing on to my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrFD6y_PXFg/Tjs_6gFUnJI/AAAAAAAABgo/buL1XnmGU4s/s1600/DSC_0721%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrFD6y_PXFg/Tjs_6gFUnJI/AAAAAAAABgo/buL1XnmGU4s/s800/DSC_0721%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637169632861527186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-74728010669729448?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/74728010669729448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/cultivating-confidence-emilys-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/74728010669729448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/74728010669729448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/cultivating-confidence-emilys-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Emily&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoUJxS_DDN8/Tjs_6Ve-Y0I/AAAAAAAABgY/c4aMUaP0jWg/s72-c/DSC_0731%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1678082498563779326</id><published>2011-07-28T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:26:13.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Sam turns one-Denton, TX Baby Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P880moC8BLA/TjIMCHMV-VI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VRk7a3t71Ys/s1600/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P880moC8BLA/TjIMCHMV-VI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VRk7a3t71Ys/s800/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634579314224003410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting new clients.  I had the pleasure of photographing this little guy as he turned one.  I was so glad to capture him doing the things he loves--listening to music, dancing and playing with sticks.  He was such a champ in this 100 degree heat.  As long as there was music, he was happy!  Thank you so much mom and dad for choosing me to document this fun period in his life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1678082498563779326?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1678082498563779326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/sam-turns-one-denton-tx-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1678082498563779326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1678082498563779326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/sam-turns-one-denton-tx-baby.html' title='Sam turns one-Denton, TX Baby Photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P880moC8BLA/TjIMCHMV-VI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VRk7a3t71Ys/s72-c/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4832209792985479721</id><published>2011-07-21T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:00:04.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Robin's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgYRmIggYM/Tieb2TMedfI/AAAAAAAABfw/xAtOQjnrLek/s1600/DSC_8410%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgYRmIggYM/Tieb2TMedfI/AAAAAAAABfw/xAtOQjnrLek/s800/DSC_8410%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631641216217937394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDDTmLPRAMo/Tieb2gr7c2I/AAAAAAAABf4/g1einRNKdUI/s1600/DSC_8423%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDDTmLPRAMo/Tieb2gr7c2I/AAAAAAAABf4/g1einRNKdUI/s800/DSC_8423%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631641219839521634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence: A feeling of self-assurance arising from one's appreciation of one's own abilities or qualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my long-time friend, Jackie, asked me to contribute to Cultivating Confidence, I immediately went out and started asking people “what makes you feel confident?” I learned for some it is their appearance, some get it from their success and others from their intellect. For me, confidence came when I learned to be self-reliant and independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 15 years old, the first thing I did was find a job. I couldn’t wait to go to work. I wanted to earn my own money to buy whatever I wanted without having to ask for anything from anyone. Don’t get me wrong, I had wonderful parents who took great care of me but money didn’t grow on a tree and I didn’t like asking for things that weren’t essential. Once I began earning my own income, I found myself becoming more and more independent. Even though I still lived at home, I bought my own car, paid for my own clothes and even had braces put on my teeth. The ability to do that on my own gave me great confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior year of high school I decided to join Business Professionals of America (BPA) so that I could go to school half a day and work half a day in an office environment. The program director placed me in a secretarial position with a local law firm as well as enrolled me in a number of BPA competitions. Good grades never came easy for me (which is why I rarely got them) but the world of business did. I excelled in my job and won regional, state and national business awards. Confidence boosters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated from high school, college didn’t appeal to me. I wasn’t fond of school work and it seemed asinine to pay thousands of dollars to do it; risky I know. I knew what my strengths were so I set out to join the business world equipped, not with a college degree, but with a ton of confidence in myself and my ability to succeed. 20 years later I have helped build a very successful pipeline consulting company, which we sold in 2009. Today my time is spent building a new company called &lt;a href="http://www.biglittlefudge.com/"&gt;Big Little Fudge &lt;/a&gt;(a natural transition I know). The thing is, I knew absolutely nothing about pipelines or how to manufacture a food product. What I did know was that I couldn’t do either one unless I became an expert in them. With knowledge comes confidence, with confidence comes . . well . . anything you put your mind to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXhtQQiWP6E/TiecTfHGYoI/AAAAAAAABgI/YOLF2J8-zbE/s1600/DSC_8427%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXhtQQiWP6E/TiecTfHGYoI/AAAAAAAABgI/YOLF2J8-zbE/s800/DSC_8427%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631641717632819842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4832209792985479721?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4832209792985479721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/cultivating-confidence-robins-story.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4832209792985479721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4832209792985479721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/cultivating-confidence-robins-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Robin&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgYRmIggYM/Tieb2TMedfI/AAAAAAAABfw/xAtOQjnrLek/s72-c/DSC_8410%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-746268590466071860</id><published>2011-07-07T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:12:40.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Kristin's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1diHKyXQSlo/ThZZY2stgXI/AAAAAAAABfo/iR-rT4YF48I/s1600/DSC_1648%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1diHKyXQSlo/ThZZY2stgXI/AAAAAAAABfo/iR-rT4YF48I/s800/DSC_1648%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626783067980792178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgKRx1hdpwg/ThZYoH5VxtI/AAAAAAAABfg/A5dafxMAEkA/s1600/DSC_1686%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgKRx1hdpwg/ThZYoH5VxtI/AAAAAAAABfg/A5dafxMAEkA/s800/DSC_1686%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626782230783575762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in an abusive home.  My mother was the abuser.  I don’t think she ever intended to be an abuser; she’s not a mean spirited person by birth.  But she is a troubled person with a lost soul and an inability to cope with life’s stresses.  She had a rotten childhood and I’m sure struggled with her own self esteem issues (in fact, I know she did).  But the difference between me and her is that alcohol was her coping skill and I chose forgiveness.  As an adult, I feel sorry for her, but there was a time I also felt sorry for me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with a mom who is an alcoholic does tremendous damage to a young girl’s self esteem, not to mention the fact that the one woman in the world who is supposed to be your role model is absolutely incapable of fulfilling that role.  I never felt like she really accepted me or loved me for who I was.  I was too fat – she doesn’t like fat people.  I was clumsy and awkward.  I had glasses and acne.  And, I had a broken heart.  She probably has no clue the extent of the damage she did to me because we just don’t talk about it.  It’s still a secret to most of people in the town where I grew up.  But, when I found myself going down the wrong road, making terrible decisions, and putting my life in danger, I made the conscious decision that my life would be different.   I would not be a statistic.  I would not repeat her mistakes and end up with a miserable regret-filled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few great close friends that I could confide in, and through the grace of God I was also provided some adult women role models who are strong, caring and loving, who provided the guidance and support my own mother could not.  I had my dad too, who I am close to, even though he was a total enabler for my mother’s addiction.  Through therapy I learned to accept myself.  But the one key for me to move forward was forgiving my mother.  Now, I didn’t say I have forgotten all that I went through.  But it’s a lot of work to carry around anger, resentment and sadness, and I just don’t have the time or energy to waste on those emotions.  I wrote her a card telling her I forgave her, and never gave it to her, but that was enough – I got it out on paper.  Do I like how I grew up? No.  Would I change it if I could? Yes. But, you know, it shaped me into the person I am today.  It’s through those experiences that I learned what NOT to be.  I learned what kind of mother I would not be to my future children.  I learned to work through difficult situations and cope with the stress in a healthy way – not by drinking myself into oblivion.  I learned that you create your own happiness.  I learned how to trust in God.  But most importantly, I had to forgive to let go.  And I vowed that if given the chance, I would get it right with my own child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a relationship with my mother today, and it’s amicable, but we’ll never be close.  We don’t have the kind of relationship that some of my friends have with their mothers, which I do kind of envy.   But, now it’s my turn to live up to my promise to God.  I have a beautiful, amazing little girl who has changed my life and made me realize there are no limits to the amount of love I have for her.  I would do anything for her.  I would die for her.  I will choose my words wisely and never put her down or ridicule her.  I want her to be strong, independent, and confident in herself.  I will always lift her up.  Even though I was terrified to be a mother, I am proud of myself.  I am not perfect, but I am doing my absolute best to lead her down the right path and give her a strong foundation for creating her own happy, fulfilled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WdBcgX7rqc/ThZYnkDawfI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_yM8mX2AIdQ/s1600/DSC_1592%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WdBcgX7rqc/ThZYnkDawfI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_yM8mX2AIdQ/s800/DSC_1592%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626782221162168818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-746268590466071860?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/746268590466071860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/cultivating-confidence-kristins-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/746268590466071860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/746268590466071860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/cultivating-confidence-kristins-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Kristin&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1diHKyXQSlo/ThZZY2stgXI/AAAAAAAABfo/iR-rT4YF48I/s72-c/DSC_1648%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5324549781100510563</id><published>2011-06-30T05:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T05:00:12.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborns'/><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>Getting into the spirit of the fourth.  This is baby Alexandra.  She was such a sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qXlc9WKaUA/TgpQ7ka1GjI/AAAAAAAABfI/lmk0eYm2h9E/s1600/DSC_6048%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qXlc9WKaUA/TgpQ7ka1GjI/AAAAAAAABfI/lmk0eYm2h9E/s800/DSC_6048%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623396069044197938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5324549781100510563?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5324549781100510563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5324549781100510563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5324549781100510563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qXlc9WKaUA/TgpQ7ka1GjI/AAAAAAAABfI/lmk0eYm2h9E/s72-c/DSC_6048%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4889496701047117714</id><published>2011-06-27T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:15:54.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afraid to recompose</title><content type='html'>I often tell people just getting into photography that sometimes you have to take a picture from many different angles to get the right effect.  The angle doesn't even have to be that dramatic to have a different feel.  I am going to demonstrate with two different sets of photos.  The first is my daughter riding a 4-wheeler with a friend.  In the first picture, I had sun on his face.  I recomposed to get this even cuter picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txfHTPGCjLo/TglUIaJq5_I/AAAAAAAABeg/EDn0_FfGEgU/s1600/DSC_6336%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txfHTPGCjLo/TglUIaJq5_I/AAAAAAAABeg/EDn0_FfGEgU/s800/DSC_6336%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623118113184344050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1O-tgfZUdbg/TglUInK1-TI/AAAAAAAABeo/_WOT5r-v6dU/s1600/DSC_6338%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1O-tgfZUdbg/TglUInK1-TI/AAAAAAAABeo/_WOT5r-v6dU/s800/DSC_6338%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623118116678924594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the second set of photos in Old Town San Diego.  The first picture is okay.  I just shot down on the arrangement.  I think the second picture looks more dramatic at that angle.  It is pretty simple stuff, but just don't get locked into one angle of a photo.  You may find your favorite one is the not the original set up you had in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRb32DSFgDs/TglUI5iWEFI/AAAAAAAABew/yWEJJkteBjo/s1600/DSC_7285%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRb32DSFgDs/TglUI5iWEFI/AAAAAAAABew/yWEJJkteBjo/s800/DSC_7285%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623118121609334866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvn7XsASSEI/TglVLiJ4fkI/AAAAAAAABfA/vaCrFjGqcu0/s1600/DSC_7286%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvn7XsASSEI/TglVLiJ4fkI/AAAAAAAABfA/vaCrFjGqcu0/s800/DSC_7286%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623119266383953474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4889496701047117714?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4889496701047117714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-be-afraid-to-recompose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4889496701047117714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4889496701047117714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-be-afraid-to-recompose.html' title='Don&apos;t be afraid to recompose'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txfHTPGCjLo/TglUIaJq5_I/AAAAAAAABeg/EDn0_FfGEgU/s72-c/DSC_6336%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3142238508557604003</id><published>2011-06-23T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:12:21.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-My daughter's lesson back to me!</title><content type='html'>There is something really beautiful about the innocence of children and their unique perspective on life.  My daughter loves dress up--it doesn't matter what day of the week it is.  She can find an occassion to be "fashion" as she calls it and have fun.  Today was one of those days.  My mom bought her this dress so she could play dress up and she wears it all the time.  Today it just struck me differently, but my daughter is a genius!  Life is too short not to wear your fancy dresses and make yourself feel beautiful.  She even obliged me and let me take her pictures--double score for me.  I hope you will take it to heart just like I did.  I may have to talk one my friend's into taking my picture in a fancy dress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU8FZ5sWloQ/TgQAQdhNzVI/AAAAAAAABeY/XEENelREwis/s1600/DSC_7639%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU8FZ5sWloQ/TgQAQdhNzVI/AAAAAAAABeY/XEENelREwis/s800/DSC_7639%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621618517667073362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0lGDCRaUQk/TgP_p6nDCFI/AAAAAAAABeA/iv8_oWSCJbw/s1600/DSC_7623%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0lGDCRaUQk/TgP_p6nDCFI/AAAAAAAABeA/iv8_oWSCJbw/s800/DSC_7623%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621617855461263442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67XmbnxgJ6Y/TgP_pUCdW0I/AAAAAAAABd4/y4wNS3R38JE/s1600/DSC_7589%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67XmbnxgJ6Y/TgP_pUCdW0I/AAAAAAAABd4/y4wNS3R38JE/s800/DSC_7589%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621617845107252034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9L6Z7XW5Xw/TgP_pKFO6qI/AAAAAAAABdw/Z8hZqICVafA/s1600/DSC_7573%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9L6Z7XW5Xw/TgP_pKFO6qI/AAAAAAAABdw/Z8hZqICVafA/s800/DSC_7573%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621617842434534050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3142238508557604003?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3142238508557604003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/cultivating-confidence-my-daughters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3142238508557604003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3142238508557604003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/cultivating-confidence-my-daughters.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-My daughter&apos;s lesson back to me!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU8FZ5sWloQ/TgQAQdhNzVI/AAAAAAAABeY/XEENelREwis/s72-c/DSC_7639%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2753948543333688945</id><published>2011-06-13T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:10:00.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><title type='text'>2012 Senior Rep Wanted-DFW Senior Photographer</title><content type='html'>I am adding senior photography to my list and am looking for a senior rep to be the face of Tiny Impressions.  The lucky senior gets a free session and products to help promote my work.  I will accept one senior rep per high school, so if you are interested please contact me.  I need a committed senior who is really going to get the word out and the perks will be awesome!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying out a new lens today and Taylor was kind enough to brave the heat so I could try some new locations at and around downtown Dallas.  It felt like we were on the surface of the sun and she was a champ pose after pose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ1hUy3x88Q/TfQS38Q4lkI/AAAAAAAABdI/YUCpp6kTfFI/s1600/DSC_6752%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ1hUy3x88Q/TfQS38Q4lkI/AAAAAAAABdI/YUCpp6kTfFI/s800/DSC_6752%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617135387516900930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlLcLKagKCI/TfQS5DMPTQI/AAAAAAAABdg/VAdnuaF9NxI/s1600/DSC_6933%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlLcLKagKCI/TfQS5DMPTQI/AAAAAAAABdg/VAdnuaF9NxI/s800/DSC_6933%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617135406556335362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCv2LeEwKmM/TfQS4Nf9dNI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Gmqw86V5wb8/s1600/DSC_6827%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo-mU7ya_WA/TfF2rdW4epI/AAAAAAAABc4/CihSUdOO8VY/s800/DSC_0279%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616400699294775954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W4CWoSoQ1o/TfF2rFs71uI/AAAAAAAABcw/6M3j8B3BKcw/s1600/DSC_0238%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W4CWoSoQ1o/TfF2rFs71uI/AAAAAAAABcw/6M3j8B3BKcw/s800/DSC_0238%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616400692944819938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I was always someone that compared myself to others.  I would look at other girls and think, she’s prettier, more athletic, more outgoing and the list could go on.  I could always find a reason why I wasn’t good enough.  I was also a big people pleaser.  I found my self-worth in what others thought of me and therefore did everything I could to make others like me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much more confident in who I am now.  I realized that my problem was that I was putting my self-worth in people and not in God.  I will never be able to please everyone, but God made me and loves me just the way I am.  I will never have to do anything to try to earn his love.  Knowing this gives me a deep inner peace about who I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, I realize that most women struggle with the same or similar issues.  I wish that I had learned sooner that every girl that I compared myself to has insecurities or things she doesn’t like about herself.  I know now that finding my worth in anything but God will always end in disappointment.  I am happy about who I am in God regardless of what others think.  I have learned that everyone doesn’t have to like me, but true friends will like me faults and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVgNYNdC9oE/TfF2rgwD3II/AAAAAAAABdA/2wyO18UvoSg/s1600/DSC_0457%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVgNYNdC9oE/TfF2rgwD3II/AAAAAAAABdA/2wyO18UvoSg/s800/DSC_0457%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616400700205685890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3885165249426415533?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3885165249426415533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/cultivating-confidence-allison-ss-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3885165249426415533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3885165249426415533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/cultivating-confidence-allison-ss-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Allison S&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo-mU7ya_WA/TfF2rdW4epI/AAAAAAAABc4/CihSUdOO8VY/s72-c/DSC_0279%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1168940928929673881</id><published>2011-06-08T21:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:19:01.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborns'/><title type='text'>Alexandra on her 9th day-Frisco newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>I always get nervous when parents tell me their children sleep all the time.  It usually means they won't when I see them!  True to her word, my friend's daughter just slept.  She only peeped to let me know she was comfortable.  I got so many smiles and so many set ups.  I know this is a larger post, but baby girl was a rock star!  I even got her big brother in a picture.  He is such a concerned brother and kept coming in to check on her during our session.  I think he already has this older brother thing down.  I hope you enjoy Alexandra's session as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm2ujgEx3pc/TfA6gntfXII/AAAAAAAABcg/coLoKSgOnRg/s1600/DSC_5963%2Bcolor%2Bcloser%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm2ujgEx3pc/TfA6gntfXII/AAAAAAAABcg/coLoKSgOnRg/s800/DSC_5963%2Bcolor%2Bcloser%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616053067421015170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iu2E9ePdJI/TfA6galVnZI/AAAAAAAABcY/Gh1JLIG8QIU/s1600/DSC_5997%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iu2E9ePdJI/TfA6galVnZI/AAAAAAAABcY/Gh1JLIG8QIU/s800/DSC_5997%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616053063897161106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylgB-s_YYnw/TfA6f9yNe1I/AAAAAAAABcQ/Cx7Ky0CYmQc/s1600/DSC_6033%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flPiaoeFw3I/TfA54Q8aEVI/AAAAAAAABbY/b3t1VmPM1ds/s800/DSC_6082%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616052374114799954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1aKBDbFuTk/TfA531C2VFI/AAAAAAAABbI/dqjN811hj3E/s1600/DSC_6141%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1aKBDbFuTk/TfA531C2VFI/AAAAAAAABbI/dqjN811hj3E/s800/DSC_6141%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616052366625625170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtwSjtsItP0/TfA53Wzc0YI/AAAAAAAABbA/pmXk8VgQS2Q/s1600/DSC_6197%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtwSjtsItP0/TfA53Wzc0YI/AAAAAAAABbA/pmXk8VgQS2Q/s800/DSC_6197%2Bcolor%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616052358507975042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvF0Ji5zTOw/TfA53C5eceI/AAAAAAAABa4/NuSg5L7G8rI/s1600/DSC_6230%2Bbw%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvF0Ji5zTOw/TfA53C5eceI/AAAAAAAABa4/NuSg5L7G8rI/s800/DSC_6230%2Bbw%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616052353164538338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1168940928929673881?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1168940928929673881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/alexandra-on-her-9th-day-frisco-newborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1168940928929673881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1168940928929673881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/alexandra-on-her-9th-day-frisco-newborn.html' title='Alexandra on her 9th day-Frisco newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm2ujgEx3pc/TfA6gntfXII/AAAAAAAABcg/coLoKSgOnRg/s72-c/DSC_5963%2Bcolor%2Bcloser%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4697074330310445303</id><published>2011-06-02T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:33:38.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborns'/><title type='text'>Kohen on his third day-Lewisville newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>Oh, little Kohen, the most alert baby I have ever photographed.  We had an hour stare off and he won, but he was cute so it was okay.  I think this little boy is going to be a lot like my son-always on the move and looking for his next adventure.  He was such a sweet little guy and I am so glad that I get to watch he and his older sister grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pVpRd1HSdY/TehVgegWCyI/AAAAAAAABas/LGo5Jlhfx9o/s1600/DSC_5151%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pVpRd1HSdY/TehVgegWCyI/AAAAAAAABas/LGo5Jlhfx9o/s800/DSC_5151%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830951950224162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXra0PkkQog/TehVaRVn4KI/AAAAAAAABak/Y-izKqNBDgc/s1600/DSC_5103%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXra0PkkQog/TehVaRVn4KI/AAAAAAAABak/Y-izKqNBDgc/s800/DSC_5103%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830845336379554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlhJQ2sOSok/TehVaEAc1OI/AAAAAAAABaU/uFYwMcjZAlk/s1600/DSC_5240%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlhJQ2sOSok/TehVaEAc1OI/AAAAAAAABaU/uFYwMcjZAlk/s800/DSC_5240%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830841757914338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-st7ETcFBynY/TehVZtkyDjI/AAAAAAAABaM/T7XwIYddY7M/s1600/DSC_5264%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-st7ETcFBynY/TehVZtkyDjI/AAAAAAAABaM/T7XwIYddY7M/s800/DSC_5264%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830835736284722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRSHpXKeESM/TehVZfvam5I/AAAAAAAABaE/B0K3sECudK8/s1600/DSC_5268%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRSHpXKeESM/TehVZfvam5I/AAAAAAAABaE/B0K3sECudK8/s800/DSC_5268%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830832022789010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cA8-Io4Q2qA/TehVaDU1vBI/AAAAAAAABac/rTL5XNpZMS0/s1600/DSC_5067%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cA8-Io4Q2qA/TehVaDU1vBI/AAAAAAAABac/rTL5XNpZMS0/s800/DSC_5067%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830841574997010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4697074330310445303?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4697074330310445303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/kohen-on-his-third-day-lewisville.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4697074330310445303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4697074330310445303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/kohen-on-his-third-day-lewisville.html' title='Kohen on his third day-Lewisville newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pVpRd1HSdY/TehVgegWCyI/AAAAAAAABas/LGo5Jlhfx9o/s72-c/DSC_5151%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7863977381868393105</id><published>2011-05-29T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:32:51.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A very personal memorial day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyQuLgpu92A/TeLVZEDtTuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/rBnLC1ZOk5w/s1600/memorial%2Bday%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyQuLgpu92A/TeLVZEDtTuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/rBnLC1ZOk5w/s800/memorial%2Bday%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612282712219799266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my grandfathers served in Korea.  I have uncles and cousins who have served in the military.  It is one of the most unselfish, brave things a man or woman can do.  I think for the most part we live unaffected by people serving our country.  Until it is someone you know, you don't think about the dangers and the possible things they will encounter.  To all who have bravely served in our military a humble thank you.  We honor those who have given the ultimate sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering my grandfather, Ray, is one sitting in front.  He had friendships with his fellow veterans that long outlived the war they served in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7863977381868393105?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7863977381868393105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-personal-memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7863977381868393105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7863977381868393105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-personal-memorial-day.html' title='A very personal memorial day'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyQuLgpu92A/TeLVZEDtTuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/rBnLC1ZOk5w/s72-c/memorial%2Bday%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1963446573581014693</id><published>2011-05-28T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:04:45.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Stefanie's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEV8oMn3ltE/TeEMS32bi3I/AAAAAAAABZc/nKrJs3VrTrk/s1600/DSC_2364%2Bcolor%2Bjd%2Btexture%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEV8oMn3ltE/TeEMS32bi3I/AAAAAAAABZc/nKrJs3VrTrk/s800/DSC_2364%2Bcolor%2Bjd%2Btexture%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611780129049774962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfL7FS6nFhI/TeEN_qE59sI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Dzp7ll3DWQ8/s1600/DSC_2445%2Bcolor%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfL7FS6nFhI/TeEN_qE59sI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Dzp7ll3DWQ8/s800/DSC_2445%2Bcolor%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611781997958133442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to worry so much about fitting in, being a part of the "cool" crowd". I think this is a common problem most young women face early in life. In reality, we should embrace being different, and paving our own path - not following someone else, or blending in.  I am really proud to say that I stopped putting so much pressure on life, and following my heart and faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited an art show once, and there was a collage made my an artist that had the quote "Mistakes are Merely Steps up the Ladder" - Paul J. Meyer ... Ever since seeing that quote, I think the best message is to stop worrying so much if you make a mistake. Every error is a lesson learned and a chance to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSNjpZc_uNM/TeEMTK7GSwI/AAAAAAAABZs/puq_SJTM3Mk/s1600/DSC_2522%2Bcolor%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSNjpZc_uNM/TeEMTK7GSwI/AAAAAAAABZs/puq_SJTM3Mk/s800/DSC_2522%2Bcolor%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611780134169627394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1963446573581014693?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1963446573581014693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/cultivating-confidence-stefanies-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1963446573581014693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1963446573581014693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/cultivating-confidence-stefanies-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Stefanie&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEV8oMn3ltE/TeEMS32bi3I/AAAAAAAABZc/nKrJs3VrTrk/s72-c/DSC_2364%2Bcolor%2Bjd%2Btexture%2Bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7967830615923441594</id><published>2011-05-19T23:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:39:05.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grown ups'/><title type='text'>Model Shoot-DFW photographer</title><content type='html'>This year I decided I wanted to try something different.  I had been following the blogs of Jean Smith of &lt;a href="http://www.jeansmithphotography.com"&gt;Jean Smith Photography&lt;/a&gt; and Travis Smith of &lt;a href="http://www.bokastudios.com/"&gt;Boka Studios&lt;/a&gt;.  They are an amazing husband and wife team who photograph with very different styles.  She is mostly natural light and he is more studio lighting and fashion.  I often draw inspiration from people who photograph entirely different subjects than I do.  It gets me out of my ruts and gives me ideas for different shoots.  After months of following their blog and trying a jedi mind trick to make them want to hold a workshop, they announced they were doing one.  The workshop was a few weeks ago. I highly recommend it.  It is called the &lt;a href="http://http://workshop.jeansmithphotography.com/?load=flash"&gt;He Said She Said workshop&lt;/a&gt;.  We got to learn so much from them: workflow, lighting, posing and marketing.  It was one full day of awesomeness!  They are in Detroit (in case you were wondering).  I turned more than one head when I told my friends I was going.  I have to say, the people of Detroit were lovely.  They also don't appreciate all the sterotypes!  I have to break my subjects up because there were a few, but my model shoot with Shira was awesome.  She was so great!  I normally photograph children and try to make a fool of myself to make them laugh.  It was a little refreshing to work with an adult subject who took direction.  I hope you enjoy some these images.  I loved doing something different and can't wait to use all the knowledge I picked up in Detroit.  Thank you to Jean and Travis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4pSsyzBNNA/TdX2pT6HnLI/AAAAAAAABYc/pMZ4ff4YJiI/s1600/DSC_4558%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4pSsyzBNNA/TdX2pT6HnLI/AAAAAAAABYc/pMZ4ff4YJiI/s800/DSC_4558%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660100538932402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twnJFVseqz4/TdX2pcliOII/AAAAAAAABYk/muVRnEOS_XI/s1600/DSC_4632%2Bcool%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twnJFVseqz4/TdX2pcliOII/AAAAAAAABYk/muVRnEOS_XI/s800/DSC_4632%2Bcool%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660102868514946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGI9NfVaL7k/TdX2ptWJEyI/AAAAAAAABYs/eO40aYtrdic/s1600/DSC_4643%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGI9NfVaL7k/TdX2ptWJEyI/AAAAAAAABYs/eO40aYtrdic/s400/DSC_4643%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660107367355170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZNcPBQ_ygI/TdX2qe8V7gI/AAAAAAAABY8/6oGbHTeaLq8/s1600/DSC_4654%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZNcPBQ_ygI/TdX2qe8V7gI/AAAAAAAABY8/6oGbHTeaLq8/s800/DSC_4654%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660120680918530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHPdjr1QpzU/TdX2wvPZGpI/AAAAAAAABZM/qLkSh3dJ3pw/s1600/DSC_4658%2Bcolor%2Bcloser%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHPdjr1QpzU/TdX2wvPZGpI/AAAAAAAABZM/qLkSh3dJ3pw/s800/DSC_4658%2Bcolor%2Bcloser%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660228135000722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdQoNnR1k8E/TdX2wzzIn4I/AAAAAAAABZU/WMw0S-9K79A/s1600/DSC_4662%2Bbw%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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She asked if I wanted to help and I jumped at the chance.  These little guys were so adorable and each had their own personality already.  I am so glad I got a chance to help pose and photograph them.  It is awesome when you are best friends with another photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QInl-vHltxA/TdM9rcwU0gI/AAAAAAAABYM/Fwi2CChQu7I/s1600/DSC_5043%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QInl-vHltxA/TdM9rcwU0gI/AAAAAAAABYM/Fwi2CChQu7I/s800/DSC_5043%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607893777668952578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3yctqWMJ4o/TdM9reOwEYI/AAAAAAAABYE/Dk48BvPA9iA/s1600/DSC_4992%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3yctqWMJ4o/TdM9reOwEYI/AAAAAAAABYE/Dk48BvPA9iA/s800/DSC_4992%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607893778065002882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrYsZWJfg-g/TdM9rONJS7I/AAAAAAAABX8/5Ukml0y3U3s/s1600/DSC_4971%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrYsZWJfg-g/TdM9rONJS7I/AAAAAAAABX8/5Ukml0y3U3s/s800/DSC_4971%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607893773763300274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6om9QXXsl4/TdM9q13p7pI/AAAAAAAABX0/uIcIBCHw60w/s1600/DSC_4938%2Bbw%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6om9QXXsl4/TdM9q13p7pI/AAAAAAAABX0/uIcIBCHw60w/s800/DSC_4938%2Bbw%2Bcopy%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607893767230713490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghx7fhh1gvc/TdM-ETHYtdI/AAAAAAAABYU/LBL7QgcUkZI/s1600/DSC_5062%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghx7fhh1gvc/TdM-ETHYtdI/AAAAAAAABYU/LBL7QgcUkZI/s800/DSC_5062%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607894204578051538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1806548632547013903?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1806548632547013903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/twins-southlake-newborn-photographer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1806548632547013903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1806548632547013903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/twins-southlake-newborn-photographer.html' title='Twins! - Southlake newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QInl-vHltxA/TdM9rcwU0gI/AAAAAAAABYM/Fwi2CChQu7I/s72-c/DSC_5043%2Bbw%2Bcompressed%2Bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4613673008495255790</id><published>2011-05-13T11:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:57:25.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Jean's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dR-rcQEEz8/Tc1hBjZEu-I/AAAAAAAABXU/luk91NaQwBY/s1600/DSC_4672%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dR-rcQEEz8/Tc1hBjZEu-I/AAAAAAAABXU/luk91NaQwBY/s800/DSC_4672%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606243790454307810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRwp6gWxtxA/Tc1g8ySN8-I/AAAAAAAABXE/EnlCfrfkLq4/s1600/DSC_4692%2Bcolor%2Bclose%2Bcool%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRwp6gWxtxA/Tc1g8ySN8-I/AAAAAAAABXE/EnlCfrfkLq4/s800/DSC_4692%2Bcolor%2Bclose%2Bcool%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606243708552737762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just start out by asking who DOESN'T have insecurities?  I know I do.  For most of my life, my insecurities seemed to revolve around physical flaws.  It then seems ironic that although I am getting older and with that comes wrinkles and a slower metabolism, somehow my insecurities have shifted away from the physical.  Nowadays, I find flaws in my mothering, my "wifeing," and my job as a photographer.  I'm sure that is due to my current top priorities...my kids, my husband, my photography, and my family's happiness.  Don't get me wrong...I definitely don't want a sagging hiney, but I find myself questioning myself as a photographer or a parent much more than when I last got my eyebrows waxed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would dare say that I am more content with myself now than I ever have been.  I'm not saying I have achieved some sort of amazing zen and have found the perfect balance.  Far from it.  But, I have realized that 1) I just flat out don't have the time to focus on my selfish desires, and 2) I WANT to focus on my top priorities...family, photography, and happiness.  It is those "top priorities" that have allowed me to pull away from constantly criticizing my flaws.  I love that I don't compare my physical flaws to others anymore.  I love that I don't walk by a mirror and suck in my stomach and then obsess about it for the rest of the day.  I love that I can sit down at a restaurant without worrying about how many calories are in my meal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could give any advice...it would be to forget about comparing yourself to others....whether it be mothering, a hobby, a career, children, looks, body, etc.  You are who you are and you can either dwell and be miserable, or accept and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZreyawxccQ/Tc1hQ2RouZI/AAAAAAAABXc/BueVJHGBfB0/s1600/DSC_4706%2Bbw%2Beyes%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZreyawxccQ/Tc1hQ2RouZI/AAAAAAAABXc/BueVJHGBfB0/s800/DSC_4706%2Bbw%2Beyes%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606244053221423506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4613673008495255790?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4613673008495255790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/cultivating-confidence-jeans-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4613673008495255790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4613673008495255790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/cultivating-confidence-jeans-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Jean&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dR-rcQEEz8/Tc1hBjZEu-I/AAAAAAAABXU/luk91NaQwBY/s72-c/DSC_4672%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8485888285221904816</id><published>2011-05-02T19:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:12:13.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborns'/><title type='text'>Natalie in her sixth week-DFW newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>She might just be one of the cutest babies I have photographed.  This little miracle was born six weeks early.  She is so adored by her family.  She was so laid back and just fell into poses.  I almost felt badly moving her into the next pose. I am so glad her parents found me and allowed me to document this precious stage in her life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEuly93Pa88/Tb9TZW05EPI/AAAAAAAABV8/gmKZzV-3Xvs/s1600/DSC_3792%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEuly93Pa88/Tb9TZW05EPI/AAAAAAAABV8/gmKZzV-3Xvs/s800/DSC_3792%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602288156561445106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE3YySCU33M/Tb9WU-mdjBI/AAAAAAAABWk/kDuRLNd44GA/s1600/DSC_3938%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE3YySCU33M/Tb9WU-mdjBI/AAAAAAAABWk/kDuRLNd44GA/s800/DSC_3938%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602291379873877010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pI0W0OtvObU/Tb9TZ3qfbsI/AAAAAAAABWM/juKxIJaBUXw/s1600/DSC_3982%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pI0W0OtvObU/Tb9TZ3qfbsI/AAAAAAAABWM/juKxIJaBUXw/s800/DSC_3982%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602288165376192194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqHczJ7UTsM/Tb9TZlkrXzI/AAAAAAAABWE/FSgF0hEdecQ/s1600/DSC_3888%2Bpw%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqHczJ7UTsM/Tb9TZlkrXzI/AAAAAAAABWE/FSgF0hEdecQ/s800/DSC_3888%2Bpw%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602288160519970610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5RHgbxZCDg/Tb9TpN-X0kI/AAAAAAAABWc/FZFJgT0prOc/s1600/DSC_3945%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5RHgbxZCDg/Tb9TpN-X0kI/AAAAAAAABWc/FZFJgT0prOc/s800/DSC_3945%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602288429063197250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8485888285221904816?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8485888285221904816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/nataliee-in-her-sixth-week-dfw-newborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8485888285221904816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8485888285221904816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/nataliee-in-her-sixth-week-dfw-newborn.html' title='Natalie in her sixth week-DFW newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEuly93Pa88/Tb9TZW05EPI/AAAAAAAABV8/gmKZzV-3Xvs/s72-c/DSC_3792%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5051652694920122495</id><published>2011-04-28T20:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:52:39.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Claire's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XxTLWKJUUs/TboY6UE2jEI/AAAAAAAABVk/bH6bIqkqfc0/s1600/DSC_4982%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XxTLWKJUUs/TboY6UE2jEI/AAAAAAAABVk/bH6bIqkqfc0/s800/DSC_4982%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600816476689173570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up as the baby of 5, you can say that I quickly learned how to make myself heard. As the years went on, I realized the reason why I was yearning for attention. I was seeking someone else to show me how special I was, tell me how much I was loved, and remind me that the Lord had a special plan for me all because I couldn’t tell myself those things and believe them. It confused me for a long time why I felt that way as a child. I had the most loving family I could have ever asked for and there was never a lack of love around. But for whatever reason that was how felt, and it was something I really struggled with right up until I graduated from college. Since then the Lord has really been teaching me to go to Him for encouragement, let Him show me how much I am loved, and most of all seek Him for wisdom and direction in my life. In today’s world, I have found that it truly is a battle not to get tangled up in what others think of me. It’s definitely not easy, and I often find myself being tempted to seek someone else’s approval instead of trusting in Him and what God has told me. Even though it is still a struggle sometimes, I am proud of how far I’ve come and am truly grateful for all the hardships and lessons I have learned thus far. I have so much to be grateful for, and when I stop and remind myself of that, it is hard to imagine how anyone could take that joy away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to young girls today would be not to waste all their energy seeking approval &amp; validation from those around them in order to determine their self-worth. Learn to trust yourself and listen to your feelings. Surround yourself with loyal and encouraging friends. Never forget how special you are, and always remember that you are loved more than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr7xO2yGaZY/TboZpbbrZXI/AAAAAAAABV0/jRWjAT2OlAM/s1600/DSC_4967%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr7xO2yGaZY/TboZpbbrZXI/AAAAAAAABV0/jRWjAT2OlAM/s800/DSC_4967%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600817286117811570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5051652694920122495?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5051652694920122495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/cultivating-confidence-claires-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5051652694920122495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5051652694920122495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/cultivating-confidence-claires-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Claire&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XxTLWKJUUs/TboY6UE2jEI/AAAAAAAABVk/bH6bIqkqfc0/s72-c/DSC_4982%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2109358191171976135</id><published>2011-04-27T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:20:24.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>My new friend Berkeley</title><content type='html'>We went to Lubbock for Easter and made a new friend.  My mother-in-law had a new neighbor and she is my son's age.  She came over after she heard my son crying about one of his toys in the front yard.  She wanted to see what was going on.  He was being 2.  She understood his dilemma.  We invited her over to come and play and they were fast friends.  I immediately grabbed my camera.  She had me at hello.  I mean, look at those eyes and eyelashes.  She is so adorable and so sweet.  We couldn't have asked for a better friend.  Things ended with a hug which is huge coming my from my little one.  We look forward to many more years of visits while we are in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCf2LcM9GdA/Tbjbir_fxXI/AAAAAAAABU8/K_BHkFKo1wI/s1600/DSC_3570%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCf2LcM9GdA/Tbjbir_fxXI/AAAAAAAABU8/K_BHkFKo1wI/s800/DSC_3570%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467525606294898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QgBhYanUCEQ/TbjbotE5C-I/AAAAAAAABVc/oxj2YB3I4PU/s1600/DSC_3574%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QgBhYanUCEQ/TbjbotE5C-I/AAAAAAAABVc/oxj2YB3I4PU/s800/DSC_3574%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467628976573410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bzSfaie1v4/Tbjbik0AieI/AAAAAAAABVE/dffumv2Owjo/s1600/DSC_3587%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bzSfaie1v4/Tbjbik0AieI/AAAAAAAABVE/dffumv2Owjo/s800/DSC_3587%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467523679062498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LeAnHbNC0-o/TbjbjQsZvCI/AAAAAAAABVU/Nt6T9HC-hGk/s1600/DSC_3589%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LeAnHbNC0-o/TbjbjQsZvCI/AAAAAAAABVU/Nt6T9HC-hGk/s800/DSC_3589%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467535458319394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2109358191171976135?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2109358191171976135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-friend-berkeley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2109358191171976135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2109358191171976135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-friend-berkeley.html' title='My new friend Berkeley'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCf2LcM9GdA/Tbjbir_fxXI/AAAAAAAABU8/K_BHkFKo1wI/s72-c/DSC_3570%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7795627859017880936</id><published>2011-04-21T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:30:50.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Fiesta-DFW Family Photographer</title><content type='html'>We went to San Antonio a few weeks ago and got to enjoy fiesta.  I loved seeing all the color around.  There was good music, good food and time with family.  I will take that any time I can get it!  My son was instantly drawn to the wrestling masks.  It made me smile because my grandpa Ray used to love to watch wrestling on the Spanish station on tv.  I thought it was pretty hokey, but I would sit there and watch it with him just to spend time with him.  I miss him.  He's been gone since 1996 and I can't wait to see him in heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rRO04kEvYw/TbEDXAJB6PI/AAAAAAAABU0/CeWpW-1i--0/s1600/DSC_2789%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rRO04kEvYw/TbEDXAJB6PI/AAAAAAAABU0/CeWpW-1i--0/s800/DSC_2789%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598259505507985650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cu-UGSIXpaI/TbEDW0K9oJI/AAAAAAAABUs/_oEMaQ07N5M/s1600/DSC_2794%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cu-UGSIXpaI/TbEDW0K9oJI/AAAAAAAABUs/_oEMaQ07N5M/s800/DSC_2794%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598259502294868114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z19qBhPrMzg/TbEDWwQZWeI/AAAAAAAABUk/othfNApedS0/s1600/DSC_2825%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z19qBhPrMzg/TbEDWwQZWeI/AAAAAAAABUk/othfNApedS0/s800/DSC_2825%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598259501243914722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7795627859017880936?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7795627859017880936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/fiesta-dfw-family-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7795627859017880936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7795627859017880936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/fiesta-dfw-family-photographer.html' title='Fiesta-DFW Family Photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rRO04kEvYw/TbEDXAJB6PI/AAAAAAAABU0/CeWpW-1i--0/s72-c/DSC_2789%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7787175615328044029</id><published>2011-04-17T14:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:03:48.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-Wind challenge</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge at &lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;i heart faces&lt;/a&gt; is wind.  I took this picture of a friend recently for a new series I have on my blog.  It felt like the wind worked against us for most the session, but I loved this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7QZdMv7cj8/TatGWXBNq-I/AAAAAAAABUc/TOO0xFilDRc/s1600/DSC_0457%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7QZdMv7cj8/TatGWXBNq-I/AAAAAAAABUc/TOO0xFilDRc/s800/DSC_0457%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596644311888145378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVeI2XilxMI/TatFS4kF0AI/AAAAAAAABUU/z6iyDNDafEQ/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVeI2XilxMI/TatFS4kF0AI/AAAAAAAABUU/z6iyDNDafEQ/s400/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596643152661696514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7787175615328044029?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7787175615328044029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-heart-faces-wind-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7787175615328044029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7787175615328044029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-heart-faces-wind-challenge.html' title='I heart faces-Wind challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7QZdMv7cj8/TatGWXBNq-I/AAAAAAAABUc/TOO0xFilDRc/s72-c/DSC_0457%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2746858561151922407</id><published>2011-04-17T13:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:59:15.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Permission to be human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ND5XCtRbTU/Tas1V7eL-EI/AAAAAAAABUE/p8CgzSG51yU/s1600/merge%2Bwm%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ND5XCtRbTU/Tas1V7eL-EI/AAAAAAAABUE/p8CgzSG51yU/s800/merge%2Bwm%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596625612795803714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like so many people I talk to lately are overwhelmed.  Between work, kids and life that it is hard to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom, I struggle with that so much.  I work full-time, I have two kids, I am a wife and I take pictures, too.  I find it is easy to beat myself up about not being all things to all people.  I don't want to let anyone down.  I am sure you can relate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often try to remind myself that is is okay to fail sometimes.  It is okay to miss one event, or not work late all the time like the inner workaholic in me wants to.  An insane work ethic is sometimes hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the greatest responsibility I was given was to be the mother to my two children.  I can help shape their habits and their little hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my other friends out there who struggle with the same mixed feelings-you have permission to be human.  We are all doing the best we can with what we have been given and sometimes that just has to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2746858561151922407?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2746858561151922407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/permission-to-be-human.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2746858561151922407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2746858561151922407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/permission-to-be-human.html' title='Permission to be human'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ND5XCtRbTU/Tas1V7eL-EI/AAAAAAAABUE/p8CgzSG51yU/s72-c/merge%2Bwm%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6054958167294296072</id><published>2011-04-14T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:55:07.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Allison's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBDE7CUUkE/TaelbCTlWRI/AAAAAAAABTk/4gszqQEWLH0/s1600/DSC_7661%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBDE7CUUkE/TaelbCTlWRI/AAAAAAAABTk/4gszqQEWLH0/s800/DSC_7661%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595622945925191954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-LPF4D58OI/Taek9O3uZoI/AAAAAAAABTc/bfAabusqNAM/s1600/DSC_7701%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-LPF4D58OI/Taek9O3uZoI/AAAAAAAABTc/bfAabusqNAM/s800/DSC_7701%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595622433901930114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I moved about every two years.  When I was younger, it was fun and exciting, but as I got older I did not like it.  When I was in eighth grade we moved from Wyoming to Colorado.  Then in ninth grade, I moved from Colorado to New Mexico.  I hated being the new girl.  I felt like people were looking at me and judging me.  I had a whole list of insecurities.  I hated my nose and my profile especially.  I did not want to be at a new school where everyone is looking at the new girl.  I didn’t really want to make friends or have to meet new people.  Eventually I made some great friends in New Mexico and loved living there.  In fact, I moved back a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that I do not have any insecurities now that I’m older, but that would be a lie.  There are still things that bug me about myself, but I think you just come to accept yourself better.  I know my nose is big, but I get it from my Grandma Pauline and she was an amazing woman, so that makes me proud.  I rarely even think about my profile now and at one point I remember hating to sit at a basketball game or somewhere with people all around.  That seems so silly now.  I think we come to realize that there are way more important things in the world than us and our looks.  As girls, we are always conscious of our looks, but as adults they do not consume us.  Now, I am proud of my accomplishments and my children.  I want to be a strong person for my girls and help them overcome their fears and insecurities.  I do not think you can go through life without feeling there are things you’d like to change about yourself, but you can learn to love and appreciate all that you are and all that you have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now the mom of three beautiful girls.  I want to be a role model to them, but I still catch myself complaining about this or that. They always say, “Oh Mom!”  I am making a conscious effort not to be critical of myself.  I also always try to support them and point out the positive aspects of all situations.  I want them to be able to walk with their heads held high, to be compassionate of others and to love themselves for who they are.  I think they are well on their way, but I will always be here to help them overcome obstacles they face.  I wish for a second we could see ourselves through the eyes of those who love us the most!  I know we’d all love that person very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6054958167294296072?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6054958167294296072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/cultivating-confidence-allisons-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6054958167294296072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6054958167294296072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/cultivating-confidence-allisons-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Allison&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBDE7CUUkE/TaelbCTlWRI/AAAAAAAABTk/4gszqQEWLH0/s72-c/DSC_7661%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5564124059659072721</id><published>2011-04-03T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:51:17.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>The "H" Family Maternity Session-DFW Maternity Photographer</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed to get to live life along side this family.  We are on the countdown to meet baby brother.  It seems like we just did Kinley's newborn pictures.  My how time flies.  I had to incorporate the bluebonnets that are in season.  Isn't mom looking gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poQwXBo8E7U/TZjJBPFBb2I/AAAAAAAABSk/hFEA9AE2aCk/s1600/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poQwXBo8E7U/TZjJBPFBb2I/AAAAAAAABSk/hFEA9AE2aCk/s800/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591439960445120354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these are in the storyboard, but I had to show them big.  Mom looks so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m93iT-SlDG0/TZjKmttKsPI/AAAAAAAABS8/Z9WC7KagR4Y/s1600/DSC_2295%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m93iT-SlDG0/TZjKmttKsPI/AAAAAAAABS8/Z9WC7KagR4Y/s800/DSC_2295%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591441703833350386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4QbRXkzgFM/TZjJ_oZNN8I/AAAAAAAABSs/7HwNRaTxiN8/s1600/DSC_2282%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4QbRXkzgFM/TZjJ_oZNN8I/AAAAAAAABSs/7HwNRaTxiN8/s800/DSC_2282%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591441032392554434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love this one of mom and dad.  In true mom fashion, I was holding Kinley on my hip with my other arm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7JlSAo0f-w/TZjPnS3DclI/AAAAAAAABTM/rv6Z80LEHXE/s1600/DSC_2193%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7JlSAo0f-w/TZjPnS3DclI/AAAAAAAABTM/rv6Z80LEHXE/s800/DSC_2193%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591447211365069394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5564124059659072721?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5564124059659072721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/harycki-maternity-session-dfw-maternity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5564124059659072721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5564124059659072721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/harycki-maternity-session-dfw-maternity.html' title='The &quot;H&quot; Family Maternity Session-DFW Maternity Photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poQwXBo8E7U/TZjJBPFBb2I/AAAAAAAABSk/hFEA9AE2aCk/s72-c/Blog%2BSnap-1%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-258903463617229283</id><published>2011-03-31T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:15:54.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Annette's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG_NwIw--8U/TZU0FW8IoOI/AAAAAAAABSU/1i9kkHlYs1E/s1600/DSC_0053%2Bcolor%2Bac%2Btexture%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG_NwIw--8U/TZU0FW8IoOI/AAAAAAAABSU/1i9kkHlYs1E/s800/DSC_0053%2Bcolor%2Bac%2Btexture%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590431779112132834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISYDRqePHcQ/TZU0FK7-j5I/AAAAAAAABSM/NCZ5LoMFMM0/s1600/DSC_0080%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISYDRqePHcQ/TZU0FK7-j5I/AAAAAAAABSM/NCZ5LoMFMM0/s800/DSC_0080%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590431775890247570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up was not exactly easy for me, but I always tried to make the best of it.  My parents divorced when I was nine years old.  It was embarrassing for me as a child/teen mentioning that my parents were divorced because this meant we lived in an apartment, I didn’t have my own room and I may not be too much fun.  I had many friends who had happily married parents, lived in a house, and even had a pet.  I always wondered what it was like to grow up in a house with your own room.  I took it for what it was and went with it, since it was all that I knew.  I started to become insecure of who I was, because I was not too proud of what I had to offer to my friends.  I always knew that making friends was not a problem, again, it was what I had that was.  When I was in high school, we moved in with my grandmother, who lived in a green and yellow house with no air conditioning and I shared a room with my mom.  I loved my mom greatly, but it was difficult not having much privacy when your friends were over.  I was on the drill team, and drove a 1985 Mercury Zepher, again with no air conditioning.  No matter where I went, my hair was flat, I was sweating before I had gotten to any destination, I had severe eczema due to the heat, and did not think that I was very pretty at all.  I knew my parents were doing what they could for me, but it was hard to keep up with what all the other kids had in high school.  This was difficult because it had taken a toll on my self-esteem, when high school was supposed to be some of the best years of my life.  The motivation behind this insecurity was to graduate high school, become something of passion, and give myself all the things that I could never have and wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I graduated Graduate School, met my husband, married, we then had our first son, Jake.  This was when my second insecurity hit me like a ton of bricks.  It was being a mother and a wife.  Who would of known that this was going to be an insecurity of mine?  I surely didn’t!  I had always envisioned what kind of mother and wife I wanted to be, “it shouldn’t be that hard, right?,” is what I would ask myself.  Truthfully, being a parent and wife is one of the hardest jobs that I think I have ever had, even beyond my college years, which was pretty hard!  I feel that it is hard knowing what your supposed to do as a wife and mother if you have never really seen a true picture of it.  I had a mother, of course, but it was always stressful because we were always living in survival mode.  It was rare to see that parenting was a joyous thing.  And my parents divorced when I was so young that I didn’t get to see what being a wife was about in action either.  It is a struggle, an inner battle, just to believe and hope that I am being the good mother and wife that I have always longed to be.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these experiences and insecurities that I grew up with and still struggle with today,   I have learned so much and would not take them back!  It was hard and difficult and is still challenging to this day, but ultimately these experiences have made me become who I am.  The Social Worker, Adoption Counselor, CPS Investigative Worker, Behavior Resource Specialist, and Special Ed Teacher, is what I have become and have experienced.  I have a great love and passion for at-risk and Special Ed kids.  I have a really big heart and would do just about anything to help these kids.  I would buy them food, clothes, and hug them lots assuring them that they are loved and that they are special regardless what circumstance they were in.  My experiences growing up motivated me to be the person that I passionately am.  My best piece of advice is don’t let your insecurities get the best of you!  Bottom line is, you are who you are because of your experiences and your life.  Life is precious and you never know when it will be taken away.  So teach those you love what life is all about, love them, and make time to teach them that what you have does not signify who you are.  We tend to worry so much that living is actually very difficult for many of us who have these insecurities.  Learn to be happy for no reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7hua5HJzSw/TZU1EbyBrJI/AAAAAAAABSc/dRM2kOPXg8U/s1600/DSC_0118%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7hua5HJzSw/TZU1EbyBrJI/AAAAAAAABSc/dRM2kOPXg8U/s800/DSC_0118%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590432862743669906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-258903463617229283?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/258903463617229283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cultivating-confidence-annettes-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/258903463617229283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/258903463617229283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cultivating-confidence-annettes-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Annette&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG_NwIw--8U/TZU0FW8IoOI/AAAAAAAABSU/1i9kkHlYs1E/s72-c/DSC_0053%2Bcolor%2Bac%2Btexture%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2388184882598335598</id><published>2011-03-28T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:31:53.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Megan and Brad-DFW Engagement photographer</title><content type='html'>It is such an honor to do Megan and Brad's pictures.  You see, I got to watch this love story.  They are so great together!  My kids love them so much, especially my daughter.  She loves Mr. Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to document this part of their lives together and can't wait to watch the next chapter.  I'll let them get married before I wish a newborn session on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Southlake Town Center on a Sunday, so it was like we had the place to ourselves.  It was so much fun.  It was such a change of pace to take pictures of adults who took direction!  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is wishing you years and years of happiness, Megan and Brad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rU4wVn4O7y4/TZE1eAcId5I/AAAAAAAABSE/F3mzn2XeATk/s1600/DSC_1241%2Bcolor%2B7x5%2Bcloser%2Bcrop%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rU4wVn4O7y4/TZE1eAcId5I/AAAAAAAABSE/F3mzn2XeATk/s800/DSC_1241%2Bcolor%2B7x5%2Bcloser%2Bcrop%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307402173839250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sf3FPyZRE0/TZE1Yc368VI/AAAAAAAABR8/WajatBMrx8s/s1600/DSC_1272%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sf3FPyZRE0/TZE1Yc368VI/AAAAAAAABR8/WajatBMrx8s/s800/DSC_1272%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307306727371090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxdaOAAXezg/TZE1YbcVVmI/AAAAAAAABR0/CPpPKsBAHy8/s1600/DSC_1254%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxdaOAAXezg/TZE1YbcVVmI/AAAAAAAABR0/CPpPKsBAHy8/s800/DSC_1254%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307306343224930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2glk3D4raE/TZE1YGIF6KI/AAAAAAAABRs/W2iNG9G5vRw/s1600/DSC_1307%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2glk3D4raE/TZE1YGIF6KI/AAAAAAAABRs/W2iNG9G5vRw/s800/DSC_1307%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307300621183138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FymA05lj07Y/TZE1YMD7QRI/AAAAAAAABRk/FgF5-1ZWnpY/s1600/DSC_1333%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FymA05lj07Y/TZE1YMD7QRI/AAAAAAAABRk/FgF5-1ZWnpY/s800/DSC_1333%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307302214320402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bum-g0FL1QI/TZE1X9tSt0I/AAAAAAAABRc/zvwFjtIpjzI/s1600/DSC_1355%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bum-g0FL1QI/TZE1X9tSt0I/AAAAAAAABRc/zvwFjtIpjzI/s800/DSC_1355%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307298361292610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2388184882598335598?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2388184882598335598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/megan-and-brad-dfw-engagement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2388184882598335598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2388184882598335598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/megan-and-brad-dfw-engagement.html' title='Megan and Brad-DFW Engagement photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rU4wVn4O7y4/TZE1eAcId5I/AAAAAAAABSE/F3mzn2XeATk/s72-c/DSC_1241%2Bcolor%2B7x5%2Bcloser%2Bcrop%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6168830052182452867</id><published>2011-03-24T17:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:31:32.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography tips for parents'/><title type='text'>Photography Tips-Using Available light</title><content type='html'>I often get questions about what light I use to take my pictures.  I use all natural light (which means I'm too lazy to learn my flash).  Honestly, I just love natural light.  I usually try to find a place with shade, which may seem counter-intuitive, but I don't like splotchy sun or shadows on the face or under the nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am doing a session at someone's house, I try to set up next to a big window where the sun is not streaming on the floor.  I love to use the light from doorways.  I am posting a few pictures taken in the front doorways at my friend's houses.  Even if you shoot on green box or auto on your camera it will figure out that you have enough light and the flash won't go off.  Often times, people have tile or wood floors that help reflect the light up.  I don't know about your kids, but my kids look so washed out when I use my flash.  So next time you want to snap a picture of your daughter in her princess dress or your son in something you love, open your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptj6VzjAO2I/TYvFwXpi2JI/AAAAAAAABRU/0XzKvFX_Pn0/s1600/DSC_8482%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptj6VzjAO2I/TYvFwXpi2JI/AAAAAAAABRU/0XzKvFX_Pn0/s800/DSC_8482%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bwm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587777197455890578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPH4vlZfw0o/TYvFTWJQeWI/AAAAAAAABRM/LtUTGusjRME/s1600/DSC_0574%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPH4vlZfw0o/TYvFTWJQeWI/AAAAAAAABRM/LtUTGusjRME/s800/DSC_0574%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587776698835827042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi9BurCj_WA/TYvFTSEDf5I/AAAAAAAABRE/QeEDQEhv6Fw/s1600/DSC_1049%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi9BurCj_WA/TYvFTSEDf5I/AAAAAAAABRE/QeEDQEhv6Fw/s800/DSC_1049%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bwm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587776697740263314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6168830052182452867?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6168830052182452867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/photography-tips-using-available-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6168830052182452867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6168830052182452867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/photography-tips-using-available-light.html' title='Photography Tips-Using Available light'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptj6VzjAO2I/TYvFwXpi2JI/AAAAAAAABRU/0XzKvFX_Pn0/s72-c/DSC_8482%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bwm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7125594566088956122</id><published>2011-03-22T19:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:47:46.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Cooper 1 year session-Flower Mound Child Photographer</title><content type='html'>This session was filled with balloons and sugar, which I highly recommend and in that order.  Cooper turned one and we did a smash cake session.  It is so fun to watch since no two children react the same to cake.  Let's just say he is a fan!  Underneath that red, clown looking mouth of his was a smile.  His parents were so good and moved all their furniture out of the way, so we had the whole living room to chase him.  Thanks for a fun session, Cooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rit6WdZSx9g/TYlA4xfiCqI/AAAAAAAABQs/KVmsMEUE79w/s1600/DSC_0531%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rit6WdZSx9g/TYlA4xfiCqI/AAAAAAAABQs/KVmsMEUE79w/s800/DSC_0531%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587068156832254626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI9Bvf6atTQ/TYlA4wKkriI/AAAAAAAABQk/ueM6vY5H75M/s1600/DSC_0539%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI9Bvf6atTQ/TYlA4wKkriI/AAAAAAAABQk/ueM6vY5H75M/s800/DSC_0539%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587068156475911714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRpwVUDf0Ag/TYlA4iKZsEI/AAAAAAAABQc/lpEkyCQBD38/s1600/DSC_0587%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRpwVUDf0Ag/TYlA4iKZsEI/AAAAAAAABQc/lpEkyCQBD38/s800/DSC_0587%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587068152717094978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzErzw5uIN8/TYlA4TrNDrI/AAAAAAAABQU/mVuJfRJsKjQ/s1600/DSC_0606%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzErzw5uIN8/TYlA4TrNDrI/AAAAAAAABQU/mVuJfRJsKjQ/s800/DSC_0606%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587068148828147378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljEm16g-W4w/TYlA3_oZSII/AAAAAAAABQM/c526t5a1qm4/s1600/DSC_0642%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljEm16g-W4w/TYlA3_oZSII/AAAAAAAABQM/c526t5a1qm4/s800/DSC_0642%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587068143447656578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNzEwuqhoCM/TYlA9hmD5tI/AAAAAAAABQ0/r88EvLkhN80/s1600/coop%2Bcollage%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNzEwuqhoCM/TYlA9hmD5tI/AAAAAAAABQ0/r88EvLkhN80/s800/coop%2Bcollage%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587068238464018130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7125594566088956122?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7125594566088956122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cooper-1-year-session-flower-mound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7125594566088956122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7125594566088956122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cooper-1-year-session-flower-mound.html' title='Cooper 1 year session-Flower Mound Child Photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rit6WdZSx9g/TYlA4xfiCqI/AAAAAAAABQs/KVmsMEUE79w/s72-c/DSC_0531%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5289937583072332849</id><published>2011-03-17T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:54:22.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Linda's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVEWwY5um4o/TYKtBC69XGI/AAAAAAAABQE/mkRv5_EE5J0/s1600/DSC_2173%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVEWwY5um4o/TYKtBC69XGI/AAAAAAAABQE/mkRv5_EE5J0/s800/DSC_2173%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585216721368472674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfn_JU9ySh8/TYKtA0KfLzI/AAAAAAAABP8/0cHOQhwVlCE/s1600/DSC_2170%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfn_JU9ySh8/TYKtA0KfLzI/AAAAAAAABP8/0cHOQhwVlCE/s800/DSC_2170%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585216717407072050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Linda Morrison and I am a Christ-follower, a Wife, and a Mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t always been confident, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be dependent on myself and I thought my ability to be confident for any period of time was made possible by events, other people, successes, and my own abilities.  Because I misunderstood where confidence comes from, I was on a roller-coaster of self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 20’s, my self-worth was low and my confidence relied solely on who or what people told me I was.  I spent the early part of my 20’s working hard for the next job promotion and searching for a husband.  My hard work paid off, though.  I received promotion after promotion and even got married.  After I was married and had the title I wanted at work, I thought I had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had it all, but for only a little while.  For three years I was failing at both the job and the marriage, until both ended.  I was devastated and let my failures define me.  My confidence and self-worth were at an all-time low and I didn’t know where to turn.  I once again turned to my own abilities and relied on what others thought of me to define who I was.  I worked more and more hours and spent my free time dating without discretion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my late 20’s, I was led by a single friend to Fellowship Church that had a very robust singles ministry.  I know now that this change in direction for me was fully orchestrated by God.  I attended church regularly, but didn’t think I was worthy because of my divorce.  I soon learned about God’s true and real forgiveness for those who believe in Jesus Christ and his death on the cross.  I knew the only way I could get off the roller coaster of low confidence and low self-worth was to call out to Jesus.  That is just what I did on March 11, 2001.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life to Jesus, and through studying God’s word I learned where true confidence and self-worth comes from.  They come from God.  They come from God’s abilities in our lives and not our own abilities.  Lasting and reliable confidence is available to all of us who have accepted Jesus Christ as our Savior.  All we have to do is rely on a constant and never-changing God, instead of ourselves or other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 10 years after I accepted Christ and began studying God’s word regularly, I am married to a wonderful man, I have two beautiful children, and a fulfilling career.  The best part of my life is not what I have, but whose I am.  I am confident in an all-powerful and all-loving God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone struggling with lack of confidence, consider where you are trying to get it from.  Godly confidence comes from taking the focus off our own strengths and placing our focus on His strength.  We can’t, but He can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5289937583072332849?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5289937583072332849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cultivating-confidence-lindas-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5289937583072332849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5289937583072332849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cultivating-confidence-lindas-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Linda&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVEWwY5um4o/TYKtBC69XGI/AAAAAAAABQE/mkRv5_EE5J0/s72-c/DSC_2173%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7330590302202759160</id><published>2011-03-14T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:11:12.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke-18 months DFW children's photographer</title><content type='html'>I can't say it enough-I love watching these kids grow up.  This big guy has changed so much.  He is an energetic little boy and I tried to capture that in this session.  He loved his hat and it made for a great session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture epitomizes an 18 month session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5l_z_MrDu0/TX7JVEgCcLI/AAAAAAAABPU/J0E90KBJ1IY/s1600/DSC_9612%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5l_z_MrDu0/TX7JVEgCcLI/AAAAAAAABPU/J0E90KBJ1IY/s800/DSC_9612%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584121951808549042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKS7FIzjxr0/TX7KUTYmysI/AAAAAAAABPs/MdfBPviE2Uc/s1600/DSC_9662%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKS7FIzjxr0/TX7KUTYmysI/AAAAAAAABPs/MdfBPviE2Uc/s800/DSC_9662%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584123038135667394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz-BZyOhDCA/TX7KUJGT4mI/AAAAAAAABPk/CaHOAX1PkZw/s1600/DSC_9627%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz-BZyOhDCA/TX7KUJGT4mI/AAAAAAAABPk/CaHOAX1PkZw/s800/DSC_9627%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584123035374576226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXPo70tZIGU/TX7KT5uch0I/AAAAAAAABPc/RFuJk-1itNA/s1600/DSC_9600%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXPo70tZIGU/TX7KT5uch0I/AAAAAAAABPc/RFuJk-1itNA/s800/DSC_9600%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584123031247947586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLmaVE3RBH4/TX7Kf2JZEXI/AAAAAAAABP0/fTd0fnPkI7U/s1600/DSC_9747%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLmaVE3RBH4/TX7Kf2JZEXI/AAAAAAAABP0/fTd0fnPkI7U/s800/DSC_9747%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584123236445655410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7330590302202759160?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7330590302202759160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/luke-18-months-dfw-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7330590302202759160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7330590302202759160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/luke-18-months-dfw-childrens.html' title='Luke-18 months DFW children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5l_z_MrDu0/TX7JVEgCcLI/AAAAAAAABPU/J0E90KBJ1IY/s72-c/DSC_9612%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1164148980419597414</id><published>2011-03-14T20:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:45:13.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-sun flare</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge is sun flare.  I am learning to embrace sun flare.  It used to scare me and now I can't wait to incorporate it.  This picture is was celebrating her birthday!  Be sure to check out the other amazing entries at iheartfaces.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG9i4MFKDsY/TX7EjizjcHI/AAAAAAAABPM/H2g3m2SsNz4/s1600/DSC_6916%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG9i4MFKDsY/TX7EjizjcHI/AAAAAAAABPM/H2g3m2SsNz4/s800/DSC_6916%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584116702903496818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhgY9bUF_RQ/TX7C5nmZ6uI/AAAAAAAABPE/O2mgFJ3lu4o/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhgY9bUF_RQ/TX7C5nmZ6uI/AAAAAAAABPE/O2mgFJ3lu4o/s400/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584114883124390626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1164148980419597414?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1164148980419597414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-heart-faces-sun-flare.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1164148980419597414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1164148980419597414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-heart-faces-sun-flare.html' title='I heart faces-sun flare'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG9i4MFKDsY/TX7EjizjcHI/AAAAAAAABPM/H2g3m2SsNz4/s72-c/DSC_6916%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-9051640786962738092</id><published>2011-03-03T22:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:57:15.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Victoria's story</title><content type='html'>I don’t normally do an introduction for my cultivating confidence posts, but this week is a little different.  You see, last week I reached out to a local celebrity and asked her if she would consider being a part of my series.  I was so excited when she replied and said she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Snee is a co-host of the morning show on MIX 102.9 in Dallas.  I have listened to her for years.  She used to be an entertainment reporter on CW 33 who interviewed stars and went to movie premieres.  I always thought she had good reviews and I found her very relatable.  On the morning show, she does some very cool segments like “Star Style” and another one of my favorites is “Fashionably Frugal Friday.”  Who doesn’t want to know about cool deals in the area that are in style and affordable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a website called &lt;a href="http://www.beautybuzzbook.com"&gt;www.beautybuzzbook.com&lt;/a&gt;, where she shares beauty tips.  She also just wrote a book called “The Beauty Buzz: No More Beauty B.S.!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say enough good things about her.  She had a number of books signings and appearances and yet she had her write up to me within days—that meant the world to me.  She is also very passionate about promoting esteem in others, too.   Here is Victoria’s story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtyPkdkcdY/TXBv0hueUsI/AAAAAAAABO0/p3jviUzYPKw/s1600/Victoria_7434%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtyPkdkcdY/TXBv0hueUsI/AAAAAAAABO0/p3jviUzYPKw/s800/Victoria_7434%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580082886509220546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo provided by Victoria Snee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that my biggest insecurity has always been fear of being myself and people not liking me. When I started in radio, we would always give our opinions about different topics and issues and at first, I didn’t want to say anything too controversial. I didn’t want to upset people or say something I thought they might not like. But then I realized, it didn’t really matter. Not everyone is going to love you. You will have people who don’t like you for things that you can’t even control, like the sound of your voice. I realized that if I am not true to myself, I can never be true to anyone else. Embrace who you are and love who you are. The opinion that matters most is your opinion about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;I love that the older I get, the more confident I get. I feel more confident in my own skin. I feel good about the person that I am. I constantly strive to be a better person--a better wife, a better daughter, a better sister, a better friend. I will always put pressure on myself to succeed both professionally and personally in my relationships, but I realize that it’s OK to make mistakes. If I do fall, I will dust myself off and get right back in there and not be scared to try again. Failing is when we truly learn what we are made of. I believe you must fail to truly succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best advice—never stop trying! When one door closes, another one always opens. I tell anyone trying to get into the broadcast business (TV or radio), take any job that they will give you no matter what it is. All you need is a foot in the door. Get in there and show them what you are really made of and what you can really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-9051640786962738092?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/9051640786962738092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cultivating-confidence-victorias-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/9051640786962738092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/9051640786962738092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/cultivating-confidence-victorias-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Victoria&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtyPkdkcdY/TXBv0hueUsI/AAAAAAAABO0/p3jviUzYPKw/s72-c/Victoria_7434%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2542814584482172233</id><published>2011-02-28T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:38:51.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='products'/><title type='text'>Products-Image Box</title><content type='html'>I am so guilty of not printing out photos I take.  I decided I would try out the new image boxes being offered by my lab.  I bought the 4x6 image box that holds 250 photos.  I am in love!  The quality is amazing and now I have them in a neat box by year.  You have to see it in person, but I think it photographs pretty well!  The type A woman in me is happy to see some order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Box Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBYypna_7w0/TWx3z5n0gnI/AAAAAAAABOs/DwSlGuk9op8/s1600/image%2Bbox%2Bfront%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBYypna_7w0/TWx3z5n0gnI/AAAAAAAABOs/DwSlGuk9op8/s800/image%2Bbox%2Bfront%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578965771930075762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Box Bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxFUxMuhQJM/TWx3ziqg4uI/AAAAAAAABOk/LcJZhNuGiN4/s1600/image%2Bbox%2Bback%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxFUxMuhQJM/TWx3ziqg4uI/AAAAAAAABOk/LcJZhNuGiN4/s800/image%2Bbox%2Bback%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578965765767357154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Box Spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMJOEiFWMR8/TWx3ziH9Q2I/AAAAAAAABOc/bd_QT8FByn0/s1600/image%2Bbox%2Bside%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMJOEiFWMR8/TWx3ziH9Q2I/AAAAAAAABOc/bd_QT8FByn0/s800/image%2Bbox%2Bside%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578965765622416226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2542814584482172233?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2542814584482172233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/products-image-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2542814584482172233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2542814584482172233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/products-image-box.html' title='Products-Image Box'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBYypna_7w0/TWx3z5n0gnI/AAAAAAAABOs/DwSlGuk9op8/s72-c/image%2Bbox%2Bfront%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-934921806301341095</id><published>2011-02-20T16:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:32:04.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7OxfcWQ-7A/TWGWWS4NNlI/AAAAAAAABOU/AracFvE8Sso/s1600/perspective%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7OxfcWQ-7A/TWGWWS4NNlI/AAAAAAAABOU/AracFvE8Sso/s800/perspective%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575903123430258258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-934921806301341095?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/934921806301341095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/934921806301341095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/934921806301341095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7OxfcWQ-7A/TWGWWS4NNlI/AAAAAAAABOU/AracFvE8Sso/s72-c/perspective%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6595597633849487165</id><published>2011-02-17T13:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:44:19.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Jenifer's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcS8FZinXi4/TV3Oo7SseqI/AAAAAAAABOE/BwLWUQ9jwWM/s1600/DSC_4549%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcS8FZinXi4/TV3Oo7SseqI/AAAAAAAABOE/BwLWUQ9jwWM/s800/DSC_4549%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574839116260735650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpBPVXbAxA4/TV3OpFIRduI/AAAAAAAABOM/cMZgpLb0-yU/s1600/DSC_4589%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpBPVXbAxA4/TV3OpFIRduI/AAAAAAAABOM/cMZgpLb0-yU/s800/DSC_4589%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574839118901376738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback 1:&lt;br /&gt;The sound of shoes squeaking.  Looking down at the shiny gym floor, barely glimpsing two groups of small sneakers.  Feeling the heart beat all the way to my fingertips.  I’m 9 years old, and it’s time for PE – the worst time of the day for me.  It’s another team day – dodge ball or basketball or even red rover.  They all bring the same feeling of dread for me.  I’m always one of the last picked.  You see, I’m not popular.  I’m not a girly girl.  I’m not a tomboy that could be valuable on any one of these teams.  I’m the quiet girl that loves math and books and hates P.E.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback 2:&lt;br /&gt;I’m in high school.  I’ve found a little nitch in my small town world.  I’m still the girl that loves math and books and hates P.E.  I don’t even try anything athletic.  I’m not so quiet anymore because I’ve forced myself to move past the shyness and interact socially.  I’m academic.  That’s my thing.  I’m going to go get an education and “run IBM”.  And, as many of my friends will remember, I was NEVER going to have kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are.  It’s 2011, and I’m years from those flashbacks, but not from the memories.  And, I’m old enough now to see how those memories created labels for me.  And before you start thinking this is another Mean Girls story where I was teased and bullied (although I was called names and made fun of), it’s not.  Those labels were self-imposed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was not given natural athletic ability, I labeled myself as unathletic.  Sadly, this led to many years of me limiting myself.  I didn’t allow myself to get involved in sports in high school, college or even afterwards.  I missed out on that.  But, I’m proud to say in the last year, I’ve gotten involved in and have truly started to love mixed martial arts.  I don’t let myself say there is something I can’t do when I’m on the mat; I’m going to try everything.  You want me to spar or grapple with a man that outweighs me by 50 pounds?  Bring it on.  Each time I walk out of class, I know I’ve overcome a limitation I placed on myself for years.  I wear the resulting bruises with pride.  Would I be honest if I said I still don’t hear the squeaking sound of the gym and feel my heart pounding through my body from time to time?  I think you know the answer to that, but I don’t let myself quit or, even worse, not even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another current day reality.  I’m 22 weeks pregnant with my second baby, a little girl.  I spent years pushing myself to unreasonable levels for my career.  And, it turns out; the best job I’ve ever had is that of Mommy.   Do I regret following my dreams and working hard for them?  Not for a second.  But, I’m so happy to realize now that I didn’t have to accept my self-imposed limitation that I couldn’t have both.  And that I couldn’t define FOR MYSELF what success in each of those roles means for me.  And, as I think about this little girl that I will get to meet in the not too distant future the one thing I want more than anything for her is a life without limitations – especially those she creates for herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t accept NO for an answer – even if the voice is your own.  “To thine own self be true.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6595597633849487165?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6595597633849487165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/cultivating-confidence-jenifers-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6595597633849487165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6595597633849487165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/cultivating-confidence-jenifers-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Jenifer&apos;s story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcS8FZinXi4/TV3Oo7SseqI/AAAAAAAABOE/BwLWUQ9jwWM/s72-c/DSC_4549%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1418931095066921370</id><published>2011-02-03T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:13:09.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Shannon's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUs2IML3tYI/AAAAAAAABN0/i7czsPum40Q/s1600/DSC_3269%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUs2IML3tYI/AAAAAAAABN0/i7czsPum40Q/s800/DSC_3269%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569604878511617410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUs2IDxEByI/AAAAAAAABN8/2aerd8gioTA/s1600/DSC_3283%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUs2IDxEByI/AAAAAAAABN8/2aerd8gioTA/s800/DSC_3283%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569604876251694882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I never liked my hands or feet. I wear a size ten shoe and have large hands for a girl. I remember in highschool that a boyfriend gave me his class ring and it actually fit my finger! Now as an adult it doesn't bother me at all. I can usually find shoes on sale because not a lot of women wear a size ten shoe. God may have given me big feet and hands but he gave me good hair. I'll take the good hair any day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish that as a young woman I had gotten a hold of the fact that no matter what you do sometimes people just won't like you. It's part of life and I think girls have it a lot tougher than boys. I've always been the type of person that cared what other people thought. The older that I get the more that I realize the one person's opinion that matters the most is my own. I try to do what I think is right and treat people the way that I would like to be treated. Everyone makes mistakes and you can't beat yourself up for them. I believe that God knows your heart and everything has a way of working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1418931095066921370?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1418931095066921370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/cultivating-confidence-shannons-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1418931095066921370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1418931095066921370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/cultivating-confidence-shannons-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Shannon&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUs2IML3tYI/AAAAAAAABN0/i7czsPum40Q/s72-c/DSC_3269%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-30276045646078638</id><published>2011-01-30T18:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:20:27.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige (1 year) DFW children's photographer</title><content type='html'>I often say the best part of this job is documenting children as they grow.  Little Paige was on my most memorable newborn sessions because she was so cooperative and we didn't have one biological incident.  She is growing into the sweetest little girl.  My daughter is getting older and Paige makes me miss those rolls that are so adorable and squishy!  She has got a serious amount of cuteness going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_-duJxoI/AAAAAAAABNY/x76bHlpwxlU/s1600/DSC_5838%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_-duJxoI/AAAAAAAABNY/x76bHlpwxlU/s800/DSC_5838%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568137962908665474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_-IntPsI/AAAAAAAABNQ/v6ThOLhieo4/s1600/DSC_5835%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_-IntPsI/AAAAAAAABNQ/v6ThOLhieo4/s800/DSC_5835%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568137957244485314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_9-VsP8I/AAAAAAAABNI/rdeY5weSAoo/s1600/DSC_5801%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_9-VsP8I/AAAAAAAABNI/rdeY5weSAoo/s800/DSC_5801%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568137954484568002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_96JxIqI/AAAAAAAABNA/VB4g0lCMafE/s1600/DSC_5814%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_96JxIqI/AAAAAAAABNA/VB4g0lCMafE/s800/DSC_5814%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568137953360814754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_9gkDv_I/AAAAAAAABM4/Y2apd4HVrq8/s1600/DSC_5799%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_9gkDv_I/AAAAAAAABM4/Y2apd4HVrq8/s800/DSC_5799%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568137946491764722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-30276045646078638?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/30276045646078638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/paige-1-year-dfw-childrens-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/30276045646078638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/30276045646078638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/paige-1-year-dfw-childrens-photographer.html' title='Paige (1 year) DFW children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TUX_-duJxoI/AAAAAAAABNY/x76bHlpwxlU/s72-c/DSC_5838%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6641281190847117953</id><published>2011-01-21T05:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:13:53.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-Melissa's Story</title><content type='html'>This is my friend, Melissa, of &lt;a href="http://www.preservedphoto.com/blog-2/"&gt;Preserved Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTek44dkD0I/AAAAAAAABMw/q4uekGY0ats/s1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTek44dkD0I/AAAAAAAABMw/q4uekGY0ats/s800/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564097161775550274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTek44JJBpI/AAAAAAAABMo/TUXp4BWATiI/s1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTek44JJBpI/AAAAAAAABMo/TUXp4BWATiI/s800/me1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564097161689892498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 31 and I still have acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am a passenger in a car, I have panic attacks.  I overreact a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am a mother, I have never given birth to a child.  I have very few close friends, intentionally.  I am terrified of losing my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hilarious (just trust me, it's true).  I am talented.  I am happy.  I am proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third grade, I received my first label.  Despite the fact that I was average weight and average height, I was "the fat girl".  I never even questioned this new label, I just assumed it was true and I began doing everything in my power to try &amp; change something about myself that wasn't even a problem.  It probably won't surprise you to learn that after a few years of this, I actually did develop a weight problem.  One that I will probably spend the rest of my life struggling with.  I could be bitter about that - I could point the finger at those girls who called me names, pushed me down, and made my life sheer torture at times.  I could do all that, but I don't.  You know why?  Because they were 8 years old.  They were kids, just like I was at the time.  Now, they are women.  Some of whom, coincidentally, have also developed a weight problem.  Some of whom I am now very close friends with.  Some of whom may even be featured in this series someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm putting myself on blast like this, I'll share with you a few of my other big labels in life.  Probably the biggest one is "judgmental".  If I had a nickel for every time I've been called judgmental, I would probably have at least $5, which may not sound like a lot but if you do the math, that's 100 times.  Being referred to 100 times in a negative manner is kind of the pits.  Except for this... after the 4th or 5th time someone called me that word, I started to think about what it really meant.  Judgmental.  To judge someone.  Truthfully? It's accurate.  I am judgmental.  It's a perceived flaw of mine.  And I'm ok with that because being judgmental is a defense mechanism for me - it keeps me from getting hurt by other people.  Doesn't make it right, necessarily, but it's true.  So call me judgmental, I'll wear that label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heavy-hitter in my life is "sarcastic".  This one's kind of tricky because it can be interpreted as either a positive or a negative.  Generally, I assume people are confusing the word "sarcastic" with the word "cynical" - either way, it probably fits me.  I'm kind of a loudmouth with a negative life view and I'm definitely quick-witted.  So yea, sarcastic/cynical, whichever you prefer - I'll wear that one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming by now (if you haven't fallen asleep) that you kind of get the point... I get labeled.  I'm betting you do, too.  In fact, I'll give you eleventy billion dollars if you've never ever been labeled by someone (and if you can prove it while simultaneously waiting on me to find eleventy billion dollars).  These labels - these words - are hurtful, they are mean and spiteful... and, most importantly, they are usually truthful.   Which brings me to the reason why I wanted to be involved in Cultivating Confidence to begin with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming posts for this project, I hope to introduce you to a few people in my life who I feel can help cultivate confidence in others.  I even hope to bring in a few people who need to have some confidence cultivated in themselves and I *hope* that this project can help them with that.   The truth is that you ARE your labels.  You are your insecurities, your faults, your shortcomings - you are all of this.  But that isn't ALL you are.  Every single one of us has faults.  We all have things that other people see in us as undesireable traits and you know what I say?  Learn what yours are.  Listen to the people in your life and let them stamp you with those labels... and then?  Then, YOU get to decide if those labels are negative or not.  You are the one who gets to look at yourself and make the decision about whether or not you're ok with being labeled as too heavy, too nice, too whatever.  At the end of the day, you may decide that you are actually ok with being these things and if you are, then BE them.  And be the best at them that you can be... be confident about whatever it is that you decide is ok for YOU and when you do that, you'll find that you're happier with yourself - which is all that really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6641281190847117953?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6641281190847117953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/cultivating-confidence-melissas-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6641281190847117953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6641281190847117953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/cultivating-confidence-melissas-story.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-Melissa&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTek44dkD0I/AAAAAAAABMw/q4uekGY0ats/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3177237974552004982</id><published>2011-01-19T19:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:07:27.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutton (5 days old) DFW newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>This was an awesome session for me.  Sutton's big brother was one of my first clients.  I was so excited to meet Sutton.  I also got to try some poses that were a little out of the box for me.  I was so lucky that dad was willing to do some shots with her.  I love the way they turned out.  I also had the help of my friend, Meredith.  It was nice to have another set of hands with newborns.  You can never be too careful.  I hope you enjoy the sneak peek, mom.  Good luck choosing a favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First these are my two favorites with dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeXUMu5UsI/AAAAAAAABL4/Qzw74lU5p0w/s1600/DSC_8216%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeXUMu5UsI/AAAAAAAABL4/Qzw74lU5p0w/s800/DSC_8216%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564082237910635202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one because his tattoo is the family crest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeXfPcZiRI/AAAAAAAABMI/4OTd9N7Aj_g/s1600/DSC_8173%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeXfPcZiRI/AAAAAAAABMI/4OTd9N7Aj_g/s800/DSC_8173%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564082427616921874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got mom to hold her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeYHDENHhI/AAAAAAAABMQ/RSaurftoEFM/s1600/DSC_8141%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeYHDENHhI/AAAAAAAABMQ/RSaurftoEFM/s800/DSC_8141%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564083111488986642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used her Mimi's jewelry and shoes for the next one.  I love that we could use some of her things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeYkJPKwII/AAAAAAAABMY/--yiz4R9hVM/s1600/DSC_8128%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeYkJPKwII/AAAAAAAABMY/--yiz4R9hVM/s800/DSC_8128%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564083611361788034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeYsx46IjI/AAAAAAAABMg/JkpTWmGy820/s1600/DSC_8058%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeYsx46IjI/AAAAAAAABMg/JkpTWmGy820/s800/DSC_8058%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564083759713231410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3177237974552004982?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3177237974552004982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/sutton-5-days-old-dfw-newborn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3177237974552004982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3177237974552004982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/sutton-5-days-old-dfw-newborn.html' title='Sutton (5 days old) DFW newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTeXUMu5UsI/AAAAAAAABL4/Qzw74lU5p0w/s72-c/DSC_8216%2Bbw%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1267912995010872042</id><published>2011-01-17T07:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:52:34.881-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>This week's theme is Winter Wonderland.  I was so fortunate that it just snowed recently.  This is the reaction my daughter had to the snow.  I love that I captured it!  Be sure to check out the other wonderful entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTRLIN9v7QI/AAAAAAAABLw/F9K0_8P6olI/s1600/DSC_7844%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTRLIN9v7QI/AAAAAAAABLw/F9K0_8P6olI/s800/DSC_7844%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563154044269096194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1267912995010872042?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1267912995010872042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-heart-faces-winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1267912995010872042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1267912995010872042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-heart-faces-winter-wonderland.html' title='I heart faces-Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TTRLIN9v7QI/AAAAAAAABLw/F9K0_8P6olI/s72-c/DSC_7844%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-531595546292161905</id><published>2011-01-13T19:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:13:53.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I love balloons! DFW childrens photographer</title><content type='html'>I generally just try to capture her, but for her birthday I decided I wanted to add balloons.  It was fun for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuxHzpHI/AAAAAAAABLo/OOSDg5AiwVI/s1600/DSC_7009%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuxHzpHI/AAAAAAAABLo/OOSDg5AiwVI/s800/DSC_7009%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561858382332404850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuXhfZ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/9sciFtBLA04/s1600/DSC_6916%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuXhfZ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/9sciFtBLA04/s800/DSC_6916%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561858375460808594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuri0HBI/AAAAAAAABLg/yAIv4dxxnvw/s1600/DSC_6955%2B%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuri0HBI/AAAAAAAABLg/yAIv4dxxnvw/s800/DSC_6955%2B%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561858380835068946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-531595546292161905?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/531595546292161905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-balloons-dfw-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/531595546292161905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/531595546292161905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-balloons-dfw-childrens.html' title='I love balloons! DFW childrens photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS-wuxHzpHI/AAAAAAAABLo/OOSDg5AiwVI/s72-c/DSC_7009%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8629320012395616172</id><published>2011-01-11T19:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:50:40.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces "smile"</title><content type='html'>I wish I could bottle up her smile and sell it.  It makes you warm inside and makes you smile with her.  I am so blessed to be her mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to click on the link below and see the other amazing entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS0ITeu59-I/AAAAAAAABLQ/gSQEL878yO8/s1600/DSC_4474%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS0ITeu59-I/AAAAAAAABLQ/gSQEL878yO8/s800/DSC_4474%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561110245632767970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8629320012395616172?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8629320012395616172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-heart-faces-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8629320012395616172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8629320012395616172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-heart-faces-smile.html' title='I heart faces &quot;smile&quot;'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TS0ITeu59-I/AAAAAAAABLQ/gSQEL878yO8/s72-c/DSC_4474%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4112419384064912982</id><published>2011-01-06T20:35:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:28:14.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultivating confidence'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Confidence-my new blog segment</title><content type='html'>A few months ago my daughter came home very upset and told me that she was not beautiful.  She is in preschool and I thought to myself-- “do self-esteem issues start this early?”  We always tell her she is so beautiful, that she does a great job and that we are proud of her.  It took me back to when I was younger and had the same issues.  My parents built me up every day, but I didn’t believe I was beautiful.  I was short and skinny.  I got picked on a lot.  I think my quick wit developed from being picked on when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I hung around popular people, but was not popular myself.  I think that is almost harder than being completely unnoticed.  I played all kinds of sports, but didn’t really excel at anything.  I always wanted to be better but lacked the discipline to try to be the best. I could absolutely relate to my daughter’s issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the discussion with my daughter, I decided that I was going to do something positive for her and every person who may have issues with self esteem.  I decided to recruit people I know to talk about their confidence issues and provide a positive message.  I sent out a message on Facebook and put my friends on notice.  I told them I was going to take their picture and have them help me.  One of my friends who responded is out of state, but wanted to be a part of it. I am starting this in conjunction with my friend, Melissa Campbell, of Preserved Photography in Bentonville, Arkansas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don’t like unsolicited advice, take it with a grain of salt.  We are all unique, but we can learn from others if we choose.  You may not be able to relate to every person we feature on the blog, but it may help you understand others better.  We hope that we can bring a positive message about confidence and self-esteem.  Please share this with your friends, their teens or anyone you know who likes a good read.  This is going to be a wonderful journey for us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make this a bi-weekly post.  It will show up every other Friday, until I can talk everyone I know into spilling their insecurities with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TSaR6ML4eqI/AAAAAAAABLI/yC4aN2xdtY8/s1600/IMG_9804%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TSaR6ML4eqI/AAAAAAAABLI/yC4aN2xdtY8/s800/IMG_9804%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559291218924960418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like most women, can rattle off many things about myself that make me insecure.  I wear a size 10 in shoes, which means I should be much taller than I am.  I am a petite 5’4”, which means you can tell I have big feet!  I used to have an overbite-a really bad overbite.  I have a little bit of a lazy eye on one side.  When I get tired you can really tell.  The natural shape of my eyebrows is a triangle, kind of like Raggedy Ann.  I am so thankful for tweezers!  I was always jealous of my friends with a tiny waist.  I have the “tomboy” figure which means I have no waist.  I am officially almost half and half with white and black hair.  I could keep going, but you get the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think after all that self loathing that I don’t have any self esteem, but I do.  I would tell you that braces have made me love my smile now.  I love that people who really know me associate me with being happy and always smiling.  I may not be over all of my insecurities, but I am happy with the person I have become.  Many of my successes in life were a result of other monumental failures.  This has led me to adopt my favorite saying “it is what it is.”  There are times that you can’t change what has happened but if you keep moving forward you may not want to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best advice is to surround yourself with people who are your real friends.  You need friends who will tell you the truth, but who don't bring you down.  You need friends who will encourage you and challenge you to be better.  At times there will be people who will say bad things about you. It is hard to see at the time, but it can be from their own insecurities.  Make sure your "friends" aren't doing that to you.  It can be difficult to make new friends but it can be much better for your self-esteem in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4112419384064912982?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4112419384064912982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/cultivating-confidence-my-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4112419384064912982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4112419384064912982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/cultivating-confidence-my-new-blog.html' title='Cultivating Confidence-my new blog segment'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TSaR6ML4eqI/AAAAAAAABLI/yC4aN2xdtY8/s72-c/IMG_9804%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5767926580975843763</id><published>2010-12-31T15:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:36:19.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to 2010</title><content type='html'>This has been an amazing year.  I was blessed to work from home and work on my photography at the same time.  I met some amazing people and their parents, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know me personally, photography is not my first vocation.  I am actually a CPA who does photography on the side.  I think the photography really balances me and gives me an opportunity to have a creative outlet.  I went back to work full-time in September and so there are some changes to come.  I am cutting back and doing photography one weekend a month.  That is a huge change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been thinking about scheduling a session, you really need to be diligent about getting on my calendar.  In the past, I have been really flexible and accomodated some last minute session requests.  I don't have the luxury of doing that anymore.  I am also very serious about the minimums for my sessions so check out my website and read up on that.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough being a wife, mom, employee and photographer.  I am committed to the quality time I need with my children and committed to the quality of my output.  I don't think anyone benefits when I am overwhelmed.  This is the driver for all the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some exciting projects in the works, so my blog will not be neglected.  I will be announcing a new segment of my blog next week.  I have teamed with an amazing photographer friend to bring something different to my readers.  In addition, I will be highlighting some of the products I have available.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the opportunities I was afforded in 2010.  I look forward to what lies ahead in 2011.  I think it is going to be an exciting ride and hope you will check back to see what is in store.  Of course, I never post without pictures.  These are pictures that I hold dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5WuGPLmWI/AAAAAAAABKY/xqsLUKly5yU/s1600/DSC_5500%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5WuGPLmWI/AAAAAAAABKY/xqsLUKly5yU/s800/DSC_5500%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556974340170029410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5Wt9znBdI/AAAAAAAABKQ/uhJoyvuCMUM/s1600/DSC_7574%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5Wt9znBdI/AAAAAAAABKQ/uhJoyvuCMUM/s800/DSC_7574%2Bcolor%2B2%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556974337906902482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5Wt25C0AI/AAAAAAAABKI/_YaK2fAu6pE/s1600/DSC_4474%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5Wt25C0AI/AAAAAAAABKI/_YaK2fAu6pE/s800/DSC_4474%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556974336050647042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5Wtsdd33I/AAAAAAAABKA/iU4xK6ekeCQ/s1600/DSC_5451%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5Wtsdd33I/AAAAAAAABKA/iU4xK6ekeCQ/s800/DSC_5451%2Bcolor%2Btexture%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556974333250625394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5767926580975843763?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5767926580975843763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/saying-goodbye-to-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5767926580975843763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5767926580975843763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/saying-goodbye-to-2010.html' title='Saying goodbye to 2010'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TR5WuGPLmWI/AAAAAAAABKY/xqsLUKly5yU/s72-c/DSC_5500%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7717831116956529361</id><published>2010-12-19T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:33:38.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katherine Grace-8 days new D/FW newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>This litte peanut was four pounds 14 ounces when I got to photograph her.  It is so amazing to get to see these babies when they are so new. I got to meet grandma and learn so much about my friend and her family.  Little Katie was born into a family of resilient, phenomenal women.  I cannot wait to see what she becomes when she grows up!  This is my last baby of the year and I couldn't think of a better way to end my year.  Merry Christmas to you all and happy sneak peek to mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AWPX7YkI/AAAAAAAABJ0/iJQU6CLxNUA/s1600/DSC_6583%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AWPX7YkI/AAAAAAAABJ0/iJQU6CLxNUA/s800/DSC_6583%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552586878910947906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AV84VFjI/AAAAAAAABJs/5Xvi6K97GJ0/s1600/DSC_6205%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AV84VFjI/AAAAAAAABJs/5Xvi6K97GJ0/s800/DSC_6205%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552586873946576434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AVkn8A7I/AAAAAAAABJk/Td7pl9tvu-4/s1600/DSC_6566%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AVkn8A7I/AAAAAAAABJk/Td7pl9tvu-4/s800/DSC_6566%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552586867435373490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AVRqSLjI/AAAAAAAABJc/wUAI1dHcwBk/s1600/DSC_6175%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AVRqSLjI/AAAAAAAABJc/wUAI1dHcwBk/s800/DSC_6175%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552586862344941106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7717831116956529361?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7717831116956529361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/katherine-grace-8-days-new-dfw-newborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7717831116956529361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7717831116956529361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/katherine-grace-8-days-new-dfw-newborn.html' title='Katherine Grace-8 days new D/FW newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TQ7AWPX7YkI/AAAAAAAABJ0/iJQU6CLxNUA/s72-c/DSC_6583%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5144197391584514753</id><published>2010-12-07T19:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:47:06.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>I do maternity photos, too!-DFW maternity photographer</title><content type='html'>I often get asked if I do maternity sessions.  I sure do!  It just happens that so many people hear about me as they rapidly approach their due date.  I had to share some of the photos from my maternity session with Nicole.  She is gorgeous and has a perfect little belly to match.  Her son is so excited to have a baby sister coming.  He is obsessed with his mommy's belly and belly button.  It is adorable.  I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7ipfb-kII/AAAAAAAABJM/sZ9_9un8wdk/s1600/DSC_4185%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7ipfb-kII/AAAAAAAABJM/sZ9_9un8wdk/s400/DSC_4185%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548120993408389250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7jFj4gYPI/AAAAAAAABJU/9RSAUr7BfBg/s1600/DSC_4163%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7jFj4gYPI/AAAAAAAABJU/9RSAUr7BfBg/s800/DSC_4163%2Bbw%2Bcloser%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548121475638124786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7ioDwn-WI/AAAAAAAABI8/lkP5k7gJWwk/s1600/DSC_4139%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7ioDwn-WI/AAAAAAAABI8/lkP5k7gJWwk/s400/DSC_4139%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548120968798927202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7inyEkOeI/AAAAAAAABI0/AK0j1qpbXpU/s1600/DSC_4089%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7inyEkOeI/AAAAAAAABI0/AK0j1qpbXpU/s400/DSC_4089%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548120964050729442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5144197391584514753?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5144197391584514753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-maternity-photos-to-dfw-maternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5144197391584514753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5144197391584514753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-maternity-photos-to-dfw-maternity.html' title='I do maternity photos, too!-DFW maternity photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TP7ipfb-kII/AAAAAAAABJM/sZ9_9un8wdk/s72-c/DSC_4185%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8625929385855445346</id><published>2010-11-30T22:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:01:32.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography tips for parents'/><title type='text'>The everyday extraordinary</title><content type='html'>Over my Thanksgiving break, I spent so much time with my children.  I just watched them play, listened to them sing and do all the things I miss while I work.  I picked up my camera and started taking pictures of them doing their everyday things.  It is really amazing, you know, when you stop and think about how great it is to be their age and have no worries.  They get pleasure in the most simple things.  They were so excited to get coloring books and to play in the leaves.  My son even had a great time playing with rocks in the dirt.  It got me thinking--when did I stop taking pleasure in the little things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, we went to church on Sunday and the message seemed to reinforce what God was already putting in my heart.  As adults we often times get so wrapped up in the next big thing or accomplishment that we forget to be thankful for the everday extraordinary things.  So this blog post is a challenge of sorts--find pleasure and be thankful for the things we have.  Take the time to make memories and even more important--document them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOK1ynnqI/AAAAAAAABIU/_FBTu4KXJLA/s1600/DSC_4957%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOK1ynnqI/AAAAAAAABIU/_FBTu4KXJLA/s800/DSC_4957%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565201810038434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOKgH-drI/AAAAAAAABIM/eDQj_1-pOSg/s1600/DSC_4956%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOKgH-drI/AAAAAAAABIM/eDQj_1-pOSg/s800/DSC_4956%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565195994035890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOLm_WwgI/AAAAAAAABIs/tkZFlLNs3dU/s1600/DSC_5111%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOLm_WwgI/AAAAAAAABIs/tkZFlLNs3dU/s800/DSC_5111%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565215016796674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOLNH-dmI/AAAAAAAABIk/ul7auQvoe3g/s1600/DSC_5028%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOLNH-dmI/AAAAAAAABIk/ul7auQvoe3g/s800/DSC_5028%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565208073631330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOLG_iVFI/AAAAAAAABIc/hL6ThNMIUE8/s1600/DSC_5016%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOLG_iVFI/AAAAAAAABIc/hL6ThNMIUE8/s800/DSC_5016%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565206427620434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8625929385855445346?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8625929385855445346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/everyday-extraordinary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8625929385855445346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8625929385855445346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/everyday-extraordinary.html' title='The everyday extraordinary'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TPXOK1ynnqI/AAAAAAAABIU/_FBTu4KXJLA/s72-c/DSC_4957%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6919802993025613010</id><published>2010-11-17T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:41:30.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is that time of year</title><content type='html'>I am up to my eyeballs in editing.  I thought I'd let you know I am still around, just playing catch up.  Here is a sample of what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSuNAafH1I/AAAAAAAABIE/FZxcekMx8BE/s1600/DSC_4457%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSuNAafH1I/AAAAAAAABIE/FZxcekMx8BE/s800/DSC_4457%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540744980045176658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSt3cNumXI/AAAAAAAABH0/Ju23kGYssBw/s1600/DSC_4133%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSt3cNumXI/AAAAAAAABH0/Ju23kGYssBw/s800/DSC_4133%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540744609550735730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSt3Bjld9I/AAAAAAAABHs/mtoBUjNM1fk/s1600/DSC_3690%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSt3Bjld9I/AAAAAAAABHs/mtoBUjNM1fk/s800/DSC_3690%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540744602394654674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6919802993025613010?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6919802993025613010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6919802993025613010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6919802993025613010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-that-time-of-year.html' title='It is that time of year'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TOSuNAafH1I/AAAAAAAABIE/FZxcekMx8BE/s72-c/DSC_4457%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4277702586364851760</id><published>2010-11-10T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:36:45.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If it makes you feel better..</title><content type='html'>To all my clients who stress when they can't get their children to listen, look at the camera or smile--I bring you a picture of my son.  He does not like to have his picture taken either!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNtyw1u-07I/AAAAAAAABHk/d2gqyB_FzEw/s1600/c%2Bangry%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNtyw1u-07I/AAAAAAAABHk/d2gqyB_FzEw/s800/c%2Bangry%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538146350165578674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4277702586364851760?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4277702586364851760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-it-makes-you-feel-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4277702586364851760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4277702586364851760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-it-makes-you-feel-better.html' title='If it makes you feel better..'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNtyw1u-07I/AAAAAAAABHk/d2gqyB_FzEw/s72-c/c%2Bangry%2Bcompressed%2Bti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2585793911868465999</id><published>2010-11-08T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:04:12.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><title type='text'>The W Family-DFW family photographer</title><content type='html'>We are so blessed in friendships.  This family has been one of our closest friends for years.  My daughter was convinced she was going to marry their son.  She's four--there is still time!  I love this time of year.  They had the perfect fall colors in their outfits!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIBTkkuqI/AAAAAAAABHU/RTviL0D7v18/s1600/DSC_2378%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIBTkkuqI/AAAAAAAABHU/RTviL0D7v18/s800/DSC_2378%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537395666611124898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIBLB8ZDI/AAAAAAAABHM/vwFdZJW-ljM/s1600/DSC_2361%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIBLB8ZDI/AAAAAAAABHM/vwFdZJW-ljM/s800/DSC_2361%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537395664318391346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIAxVBroI/AAAAAAAABHE/AeoP-TryiHA/s1600/DSC_2225%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIAxVBroI/AAAAAAAABHE/AeoP-TryiHA/s800/DSC_2225%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537395657419107970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2585793911868465999?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2585793911868465999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/w-family-dfw-family-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2585793911868465999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2585793911868465999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/w-family-dfw-family-photographer.html' title='The W Family-DFW family photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TNjIBTkkuqI/AAAAAAAABHU/RTviL0D7v18/s72-c/DSC_2378%2Bcolor%2Bcompressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5463508469981578287</id><published>2010-11-01T19:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:35:43.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The Brumley kids in black and white-DFW children's photographer</title><content type='html'>Do not adjust your monitors.  This post is really in black and white.  I am generally a color photo person, but I have clients who prefer black and white.  I do have to agree that these photos are wonderful in black and white.  So enjoy something a little different today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cV9_EIwI/AAAAAAAABG0/LbKdDmV2uL0/s1600/DSC_2008+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cV9_EIwI/AAAAAAAABG0/LbKdDmV2uL0/s800/DSC_2008+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743999547712258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cR8KE5mI/AAAAAAAABGs/iyQzm57ZqdU/s1600/DSC_2001+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cR8KE5mI/AAAAAAAABGs/iyQzm57ZqdU/s800/DSC_2001+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743930337551970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cRk6KedI/AAAAAAAABGk/06qVEMf8oa8/s1600/DSC_1256+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cRk6KedI/AAAAAAAABGk/06qVEMf8oa8/s800/DSC_1256+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743924096793042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cRmSN-wI/AAAAAAAABGc/X78MRcGBaBo/s1600/DSC_1395+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cRmSN-wI/AAAAAAAABGc/X78MRcGBaBo/s800/DSC_1395+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743924466121474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cpSndNUI/AAAAAAAABG8/p3nApsyQVCI/s1600/DSC_1321+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cpSndNUI/AAAAAAAABG8/p3nApsyQVCI/s800/DSC_1321+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534744331503351106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cQ0GQ4II/AAAAAAAABGM/AHskwYZF0yc/s1600/DSC_1310+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cQ0GQ4II/AAAAAAAABGM/AHskwYZF0yc/s800/DSC_1310+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743910994206850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5463508469981578287?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5463508469981578287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/brumley-kids-in-black-and-white-dfw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5463508469981578287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5463508469981578287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/brumley-kids-in-black-and-white-dfw.html' title='The Brumley kids in black and white-DFW children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TM9cV9_EIwI/AAAAAAAABG0/LbKdDmV2uL0/s72-c/DSC_2008+bw+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7142518106663410051</id><published>2010-10-30T15:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:51:54.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><title type='text'>The M Family-DFW family photographer</title><content type='html'>We have so much history with this family.  Our daughters were born within hours of each other.  They have been such good friends and it has been so fun to watch our children grow up together.  We got our session in before all the rain last weekend.  The kids were so great and really do love each other.  They wanted to have their own little session.  I loved it!  I can only dream of that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKhF_BzI/AAAAAAAABGE/T_KWyNubk58/s1600/DSC_2025+color+compressed+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKhF_BzI/AAAAAAAABGE/T_KWyNubk58/s800/DSC_2025+color+compressed+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533944457860155186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKYwhOiI/AAAAAAAABF8/mm8xEse19j0/s1600/DSC_2029+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKYwhOiI/AAAAAAAABF8/mm8xEse19j0/s800/DSC_2029+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533944455622638114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKSUMgUI/AAAAAAAABF0/iJD5P2qNKRE/s1600/DSC_2185+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKSUMgUI/AAAAAAAABF0/iJD5P2qNKRE/s800/DSC_2185+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533944453893226818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKI78ZqI/AAAAAAAABFs/s_R7GGb7feE/s1600/DSC_2190+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKI78ZqI/AAAAAAAABFs/s_R7GGb7feE/s800/DSC_2190+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533944451375589026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7142518106663410051?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7142518106663410051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/m-family-dfw-family-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7142518106663410051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7142518106663410051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/m-family-dfw-family-photographer.html' title='The M Family-DFW family photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMyFKhF_BzI/AAAAAAAABGE/T_KWyNubk58/s72-c/DSC_2025+color+compressed+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7093301392261748454</id><published>2010-10-25T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:08:06.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-"pink" challenge</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge at I heart faces is pink in honor of breast cancer awareness.  If you follow my blog, you know my aunt is beating breast cancer.  We are so thankful for her health and pray for all the other families affected by this disease.  Be sure to visit I heart faces and check out the other amazing entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMZFn_2UclI/AAAAAAAABFk/ZHNxQtu9vUY/s1600/DSC_0867+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMZFn_2UclI/AAAAAAAABFk/ZHNxQtu9vUY/s800/DSC_0867+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532185745727713874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7093301392261748454?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7093301392261748454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-heart-faces-pink-challenge.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7093301392261748454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7093301392261748454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-heart-faces-pink-challenge.html' title='I heart faces-&quot;pink&quot; challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMZFn_2UclI/AAAAAAAABFk/ZHNxQtu9vUY/s72-c/DSC_0867+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-742553430429351301</id><published>2010-10-24T15:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:46:53.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Big</title><content type='html'>I am editing away on other sessions, but wanted to post these pictures I took a few weekends ago.  This is my little princess.  She is growing up and dreaming big.  She told me the other day that using your imagination is thinking inside your forehead.  I thought that was a great way to explain it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope as a parent is to teach her the dream big.  She has such a great imagination and I hope that as she gets older she keeps using it.  My mom taught me to dream big and I am still challenged by all the things she does so well.  I think some of the things I have learned from my mom are:  try anything, wait for the breakthrough and pray about it.  The last one being the easiest, but easy to overlook!  Photography was one of those things that I started with casually.  I soon discovered I had a good eye and then I kept on trying.  I still have so much to learn.  I am constantly challenged by others who seem to be more creative.  I also pray for creativity.  It isn't something that is natural for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy these photos of my princess.  I believe some of them personify that dreamer in her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd__waUfI/AAAAAAAABFc/smopTSGtEoY/s1600/DSC_0835+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd__waUfI/AAAAAAAABFc/smopTSGtEoY/s800/DSC_0835+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531719965089616370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd_8ETa4I/AAAAAAAABFU/IkJJvbKHl18/s1600/DSC_0874+color+2+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd_8ETa4I/AAAAAAAABFU/IkJJvbKHl18/s800/DSC_0874+color+2+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531719964099308418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd_jItHnI/AAAAAAAABFM/uO9v8prUkjU/s1600/DSC_0772+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd_jItHnI/AAAAAAAABFM/uO9v8prUkjU/s800/DSC_0772+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531719957406883442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-742553430429351301?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/742553430429351301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/742553430429351301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/742553430429351301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream-big.html' title='Dream Big'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TMSd__waUfI/AAAAAAAABFc/smopTSGtEoY/s72-c/DSC_0835+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1004629179401108398</id><published>2010-10-17T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:58:31.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddox (9 days old) Plano newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>What a sweet baby.  He was so good and so peaceful.  It was so nice to hold him in between set ups.  Mom was moved to tears just watching him sleep calmly.  I loved it.  My hope with each session is to capture an image that will take the parent's breath away.  Thanks to his parents for choosing me to capture him in his first few days of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFZNjGd5I/AAAAAAAABFE/kMAH08bkjpc/s1600/DSC_1693+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFZNjGd5I/AAAAAAAABFE/kMAH08bkjpc/s800/DSC_1693+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529230004451702674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFY0X1QLI/AAAAAAAABE8/zGPq3UDKbcw/s1600/DSC_1750+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFY0X1QLI/AAAAAAAABE8/zGPq3UDKbcw/s800/DSC_1750+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529229997693550770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFYbhQcMI/AAAAAAAABE0/UMPtOLhs8pk/s1600/DSC_1768+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFYbhQcMI/AAAAAAAABE0/UMPtOLhs8pk/s800/DSC_1768+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529229991022194882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFX4e03TI/AAAAAAAABEs/YhCq68B1Uw0/s1600/DSC_1897+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFX4e03TI/AAAAAAAABEs/YhCq68B1Uw0/s800/DSC_1897+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529229981616758066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFXP2KvzI/AAAAAAAABEk/A4biLnJMCdA/s1600/DSC_1917+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFXP2KvzI/AAAAAAAABEk/A4biLnJMCdA/s800/DSC_1917+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529229970708807474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1004629179401108398?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1004629179401108398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/maddox-9-days-old-plano-newborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1004629179401108398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1004629179401108398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/maddox-9-days-old-plano-newborn.html' title='Maddox (9 days old) Plano newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLvFZNjGd5I/AAAAAAAABFE/kMAH08bkjpc/s72-c/DSC_1693+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5657414493153567380</id><published>2010-10-12T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:58:39.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness</title><content type='html'>It is breast cancer awareness month.  I'm sure across the country you have seen a lot of pink everywhere.  I want to share a very personal story with you.  Last year, I shared briefly that my aunt was suffering from breast cancer.  It was a really scary time.  As I reflect on it, it was much scarier than I had let on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Lisa and I have always been close.  We are pretty close in age and she was the cool aunt.  She would take me for rides in her camaro with her alpine stereo blaring.  Clearly, I am dating myself but you get the idea.  She never treated me like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to visit my aunt last December, she was starting to get her hair back.  She was still really self conscious, but I asked her if I could take a photo without a wig.  This is the closest I got.  I didn't want to push her.  She was still really scared and I think seeing a picture with a bald head would have made it too real.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying to console her with "your hair will grow back."  Who really wants to hear that?  All you want is not to have to go through chemo and not to lose your own hair.  When she first brought up the double mastectomy I thought it was a no-brainer, but I didn't have to go through the surgery and the reconstruction.  These are all things I can clearly see now but didn't think about then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to report that my aunt is well.  We talked tonight and finally admitted to each other how scared we both were.  She is now the poster child for breast cancer in her town of Kennewick, Washington.  She still visits the cancer center and has been the star in a few parades.  Cancer didn't know she already liked pink.  She never lost her pink eye make up from the 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much, Auntie Lisa.  I'm glad God had other plans for your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLUahcGKRMI/AAAAAAAABEc/svZlVRwR7qI/s1600/DSC_2454+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLUahcGKRMI/AAAAAAAABEc/svZlVRwR7qI/s800/DSC_2454+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527353279447188674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5657414493153567380?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5657414493153567380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/breast-cancer-awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5657414493153567380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5657414493153567380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/breast-cancer-awareness.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLUahcGKRMI/AAAAAAAABEc/svZlVRwR7qI/s72-c/DSC_2454+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-3809702461280160219</id><published>2010-10-09T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:22:01.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Curious Monkey</title><content type='html'>He's mine.  This little guy refuses to let me photograph him.  He was screaming "no camera" at one point.  I know my other photographer friends can relate--it is harder to capture our own.  I hope you are having a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLCzpiQUeXI/AAAAAAAABEU/FA6NBkFeeAw/s1600/monkey+blog+board+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLCzpiQUeXI/AAAAAAAABEU/FA6NBkFeeAw/s800/monkey+blog+board+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526114268934863218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-3809702461280160219?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3809702461280160219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/curious-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3809702461280160219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/3809702461280160219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/curious-monkey.html' title='Curious Monkey'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TLCzpiQUeXI/AAAAAAAABEU/FA6NBkFeeAw/s72-c/monkey+blog+board+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2910408851300746310</id><published>2010-10-07T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:55:37.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Have you started thinking about your Christmas cards yet?  This year my lab has some new die cut cards.  The circle shaped ones can be hung as ornaments.  Is that not the coolest?  I am just getting started designing my cards, but thought I would share a few to get you thinking.  I am not taking pictures during the month of December so I can enjoy that time with my family, so if you are thinking of getting your pictures done call soon.  My space is very limited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TK558GPLDgI/AAAAAAAABEM/U8KfcsruJug/s1600/ornate+samples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TK558GPLDgI/AAAAAAAABEM/U8KfcsruJug/s800/ornate+samples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525487866203540994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TK557op2BBI/AAAAAAAABEE/mNL3TAw5M4Q/s1600/circle+samples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TK557op2BBI/AAAAAAAABEE/mNL3TAw5M4Q/s800/circle+samples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525487858262344722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2910408851300746310?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2910408851300746310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2910408851300746310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2910408851300746310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TK558GPLDgI/AAAAAAAABEM/U8KfcsruJug/s72-c/ornate+samples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1827098367307488148</id><published>2010-09-29T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:55:42.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the only way I can photograph my kids is if we play games.  If that is what it takes....I hope you are having a fabulous week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKPf52S75NI/AAAAAAAABD8/ca-Wdq2eedA/s1600/DSC_0633+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKPf52S75NI/AAAAAAAABD8/ca-Wdq2eedA/s800/DSC_0633+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522503753006834898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1827098367307488148?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1827098367307488148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1827098367307488148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1827098367307488148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wednesday'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKPf52S75NI/AAAAAAAABD8/ca-Wdq2eedA/s72-c/DSC_0633+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7365856775229582292</id><published>2010-09-27T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:52:52.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Luke is one! DFW Children's Photographer</title><content type='html'>Luke is one!  I know I posted his birthday party recently, but this is his actual one year session.  We went out to some land owned by the family's friend.  It was a great place to capture Luke.  He isn't walking yet, but he is at the equally scary fast crawling stage!  He sure likes to climb, too.  You have to look closely at the picture of him on the John Deere tractor.  It was like he was doing his own stunts!  It was such a pleasure to capture him again.  I can't believe all the babies I started out photographing are turning one!  I am so glad to get to be part of their lives!  Here is what Luke looked like at his newborn session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYM4q5OfI/AAAAAAAABD0/g0fObuYhAXA/s1600/holding+luke+bw+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYM4q5OfI/AAAAAAAABD0/g0fObuYhAXA/s800/holding+luke+bw+for+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521791596526909938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYMiqy94I/AAAAAAAABDs/ttdTD7HX9Gk/s1600/DSC_0257+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYMiqy94I/AAAAAAAABDs/ttdTD7HX9Gk/s800/DSC_0257+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521791590620919682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYMJRZcfI/AAAAAAAABDk/hUDxIr6Jppo/s1600/DSC_0371+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYMJRZcfI/AAAAAAAABDk/hUDxIr6Jppo/s800/DSC_0371+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521791583803503090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYMCt4T4I/AAAAAAAABDc/h8npkIu18GE/s1600/DSC_0407+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYMCt4T4I/AAAAAAAABDc/h8npkIu18GE/s800/DSC_0407+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521791582043918210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYL43BmFI/AAAAAAAABDU/VO1TQW7pJB0/s1600/DSC_0451+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYL43BmFI/AAAAAAAABDU/VO1TQW7pJB0/s800/DSC_0451+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521791579397920850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7365856775229582292?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7365856775229582292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/luke-is-one-dfw-childrens-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7365856775229582292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7365856775229582292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/luke-is-one-dfw-childrens-photographer.html' title='Luke is one! DFW Children&apos;s Photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TKFYM4q5OfI/AAAAAAAABD0/g0fObuYhAXA/s72-c/holding+luke+bw+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8946151078827979141</id><published>2010-09-21T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:02:33.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>The first baby I photographed professionally.  We met up again because I needed to capture this adorable ruffle outfit.  I love it.  It makes my heart smile to come full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Kinley then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlvWBwXJsI/AAAAAAAABCk/rkpcycON2_M/s1600/blue+hat+and+pearls+full+body+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlvWBwXJsI/AAAAAAAABCk/rkpcycON2_M/s800/blue+hat+and+pearls+full+body+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565242538337986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlvXvdyuoI/AAAAAAAABC0/GJ_eq30Z24Q/s1600/DSC_0165+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlvXvdyuoI/AAAAAAAABC0/GJ_eq30Z24Q/s800/DSC_0165+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565271988353666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlwATvd6YI/AAAAAAAABDE/j2JgrmwtBY0/s1600/DSC_0182+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlwATvd6YI/AAAAAAAABDE/j2JgrmwtBY0/s800/DSC_0182+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565968920930690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlxqewTUlI/AAAAAAAABDM/IV5dNm3q3ig/s1600/DSC_0210+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlxqewTUlI/AAAAAAAABDM/IV5dNm3q3ig/s800/DSC_0210+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519567792943354450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8946151078827979141?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8946151078827979141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8946151078827979141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8946151078827979141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TJlvWBwXJsI/AAAAAAAABCk/rkpcycON2_M/s72-c/blue+hat+and+pearls+full+body+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-5918762416959367559</id><published>2010-09-14T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:38:14.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborns'/><title type='text'>Regan (6 days old)-DFW newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>This session was so nice.  I have been photographing little Reagan's cousin since he was a newborn.  When I heard my client's brother and sister-in-law were pregnant, I was hoping I would get the chance to capture their little one.  There might have been a little peer pressure from the family, but they chose me.  This little baby was an angel-she slept and slept.  She didn't open her eyes until my last set up, so I knew we were ready to wrap it up.  She's a beautiful baby, mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YGUiPsQI/AAAAAAAABCc/FAyVvxnYUYQ/s1600/DSC_8991+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YGUiPsQI/AAAAAAAABCc/FAyVvxnYUYQ/s800/DSC_8991+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865671655305474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YFLpSl4I/AAAAAAAABCU/8snGTB88OtE/s1600/DSC_9012+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YFLpSl4I/AAAAAAAABCU/8snGTB88OtE/s800/DSC_9012+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865652089067394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YEVIt_ZI/AAAAAAAABCM/FVE0Ml3Fyu8/s1600/DSC_9095+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YEVIt_ZI/AAAAAAAABCM/FVE0Ml3Fyu8/s800/DSC_9095+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865637456936338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YDtHLquI/AAAAAAAABCE/UIYIdjKpCmM/s1600/DSC_9118+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YDtHLquI/AAAAAAAABCE/UIYIdjKpCmM/s800/DSC_9118+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865626713074402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YDUX5DjI/AAAAAAAABB8/QkGz7wtbQBY/s1600/DSC_9343+bw+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YDUX5DjI/AAAAAAAABB8/QkGz7wtbQBY/s800/DSC_9343+bw+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865620072271410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-5918762416959367559?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5918762416959367559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/regan-6-days-old-dfw-newborn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5918762416959367559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/5918762416959367559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/regan-6-days-old-dfw-newborn.html' title='Regan (6 days old)-DFW newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI_YGUiPsQI/AAAAAAAABCc/FAyVvxnYUYQ/s72-c/DSC_8991+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2424661909229331087</id><published>2010-09-12T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:11:01.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces "vroom vroom" challenge</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge is vroom vroom.  I instantly thought of this picture.  My mom bought my son a car to have some toys at their house when we visit.  Be sure to visit the link below to see other awesome entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI2Vj9oRURI/AAAAAAAABB0/JCmmJ3Vl-Ko/s1600/DSC_1938+bw+ihf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI2Vj9oRURI/AAAAAAAABB0/JCmmJ3Vl-Ko/s800/DSC_1938+bw+ihf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516229563670155538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2424661909229331087?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2424661909229331087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-heart-faces-vroom-vroom-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2424661909229331087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2424661909229331087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-heart-faces-vroom-vroom-challenge.html' title='I heart faces &quot;vroom vroom&quot; challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TI2Vj9oRURI/AAAAAAAABB0/JCmmJ3Vl-Ko/s72-c/DSC_1938+bw+ihf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4250315030170417481</id><published>2010-09-11T15:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:28:52.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Kinley's 1 year session-DFW Children's photographer</title><content type='html'>It was my sincere pleasure to do Kinley's one year pictures.  She was the first baby I photographed professionally.  It has been amazing to watch her grow and change.  It is one of the amazing parts of being a photographer.  Her parents are Green Bay fans and love UT!  I guess that was kind of obvious, right!  Enjoy your sneak peek, mom and dad.  She is gorgeous and wonderful for hanging through the humidity this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmL3G9GXI/AAAAAAAABBs/Tih7Px2d-m0/s1600/DSC_8497+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmL3G9GXI/AAAAAAAABBs/Tih7Px2d-m0/s800/DSC_8497+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515755260091373938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmLcSlQSI/AAAAAAAABBk/MbrmxeiKBFo/s1600/DSC_8562+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmLcSlQSI/AAAAAAAABBk/MbrmxeiKBFo/s800/DSC_8562+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515755252892385570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmBbUQF4I/AAAAAAAABBU/Q8e7YA_3RuM/s1600/DSC_8664+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmAcP9SeI/AAAAAAAABBE/mc7uLECG02U/s800/DSC_8774+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515755063902816738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvl_tvMCOI/AAAAAAAABA8/WooUkJRnAqY/s1600/DSC_8906+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvl_tvMCOI/AAAAAAAABA8/WooUkJRnAqY/s800/DSC_8906+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515755051417340130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvl_P9eR2I/AAAAAAAABA0/Tjkr7g7UfIo/s1600/DSC_8915+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvl_P9eR2I/AAAAAAAABA0/Tjkr7g7UfIo/s800/DSC_8915+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515755043424192354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4250315030170417481?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4250315030170417481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/kinleys-1-year-session-dfw-childrens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4250315030170417481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4250315030170417481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/kinleys-1-year-session-dfw-childrens.html' title='Kinley&apos;s 1 year session-DFW Children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIvmL3G9GXI/AAAAAAAABBs/Tih7Px2d-m0/s72-c/DSC_8497+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-1857840647374694370</id><published>2010-09-09T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:23:42.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to Luke-Denton, TX Children's photographer</title><content type='html'>I love it when your clients become your friends.  We got invited to the coolest party of the year to celebrate Luke's birthday.  They had a western theme.  There was a petting zoo, hay, pony rides and barbeque.  It doesn't get much more Texas than that.  The weather was so mild and the kids loved it.  I honestly think my kids rode the pony more than anyone else!  I just had to share some of my favorite pics of the birthday boy and my kids!  Happy Birthday, Luke.  It has been incredible to document your first year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6Nd2X6lI/AAAAAAAABAs/s25en5eXdBw/s1600/DSC_7990+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6Nd2X6lI/AAAAAAAABAs/s25en5eXdBw/s800/DSC_7990+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515073590461459026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6NNrQ-YI/AAAAAAAABAk/egjYRvj_c0s/s1600/DSC_7961+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6NNrQ-YI/AAAAAAAABAk/egjYRvj_c0s/s800/DSC_7961+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515073586119899522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6Mp2E5DI/AAAAAAAABAc/9Qp12icV_Uo/s1600/DSC_7924+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6Mp2E5DI/AAAAAAAABAc/9Qp12icV_Uo/s800/DSC_7924+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515073576501568562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6MOWUM8I/AAAAAAAABAU/YTFUBOJ_upQ/s1600/DSC_7722+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6MOWUM8I/AAAAAAAABAU/YTFUBOJ_upQ/s800/DSC_7722+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515073569120596930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6LpdKflI/AAAAAAAABAM/GJABLN3UOVY/s1600/DSC_8024+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6LpdKflI/AAAAAAAABAM/GJABLN3UOVY/s800/DSC_8024+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515073559217208914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-1857840647374694370?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1857840647374694370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-luke-denton-tx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1857840647374694370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/1857840647374694370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-luke-denton-tx.html' title='Happy birthday to Luke-Denton, TX Children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TIl6Nd2X6lI/AAAAAAAABAs/s25en5eXdBw/s72-c/DSC_7990+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6818244393999989562</id><published>2010-08-24T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:57:06.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I took a little blog break</title><content type='html'>I have certain blogs I like to check out and I hate when they go on vacation, or don't post for a while.  My apologies for the lack of posts.  My family took a much needed break to vacation in San Antonio.  We took the kids to Sea World and had a wonderful time.  I bet you are thinking I am going to post some pictures from the vacation, right?  I forgot my camera.  All I had was my new point and shoot, which was almost like not having a camera for me.  I was really upset at first, but then I realized I was not stressing about trying to get a great shot.  I was just genuinely enjoying my kids and being in the moment.  I think there is a lot to be said for that.  I now see the blessing!  I hope you all enjoyed your summer and, of course, I cannot do a post without pictures.  Here are some recent photos that totally capture the essence of my children.  They always have their eyes wide open and are looking at the world around them.  My son can spot airplanes in the sky like no one else.  My daughter is always in amazement at the flowers and trees around.  Life is beautiful, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGIKiqacI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4nsDRBC_xZg/s1600/DSC_6876+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGIKiqacI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4nsDRBC_xZg/s800/DSC_6876+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509175719007775170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGHRyitDI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KSqrurHZz0Q/s1600/DSC_6882+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGHRyitDI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KSqrurHZz0Q/s800/DSC_6882+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509175703773557810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGG2kmxUI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CcpMMgve7S4/s1600/DSC_6874+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGG2kmxUI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CcpMMgve7S4/s800/DSC_6874+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509175696467346754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6818244393999989562?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6818244393999989562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-took-little-blog-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6818244393999989562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6818244393999989562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-took-little-blog-break.html' title='I took a little blog break'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/THSGIKiqacI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4nsDRBC_xZg/s72-c/DSC_6876+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8466179886347703714</id><published>2010-08-15T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:41:18.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saylor (4 days new) DFW newborn photographer</title><content type='html'>This week I got to meet miss Saylor.  Love her little name and she was just so good to me.  Her session was so much fun and I got to photograph her parents, too.  I also had the assistance of my good friend, Meredith which is such a blessing.  I am able to do so much more when I have help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYV1pAq3I/AAAAAAAAA_k/TjBMzHep6K0/s1600/DSC_7306+color+final+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYV1pAq3I/AAAAAAAAA_k/TjBMzHep6K0/s800/DSC_7306+color+final+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505677307915840370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYVqFff0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/3gVJvUGGFeo/s1600/DSC_7332+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYVqFff0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/3gVJvUGGFeo/s800/DSC_7332+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505677304814075714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYVI1q42I/AAAAAAAAA_U/BlSrHIaRBWw/s1600/DSC_7109+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYVI1q42I/AAAAAAAAA_U/BlSrHIaRBWw/s800/DSC_7109+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505677295889343330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYUhuz5ZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/fb6MmzO5Pv8/s1600/DSC_7010+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYUhuz5ZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/fb6MmzO5Pv8/s800/DSC_7010+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505677285391590802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYUn4QeLI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFceh5CuTJU/s1600/DSC_6941+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYUn4QeLI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFceh5CuTJU/s800/DSC_6941+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505677287041824946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8466179886347703714?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8466179886347703714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/saylor-4-days-new-dfw-newborn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8466179886347703714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8466179886347703714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/saylor-4-days-new-dfw-newborn.html' title='Saylor (4 days new) DFW newborn photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGgYV1pAq3I/AAAAAAAAA_k/TjBMzHep6K0/s72-c/DSC_7306+color+final+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-2143406335096256764</id><published>2010-08-13T15:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:03:05.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Riley (3) and Reed (8 months)</title><content type='html'>These are the gorgeous boys from my most recent session.  Bless their hearts-it was hot, but they still managed to smile for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxc_qT56I/AAAAAAAAA-8/5VYnfpYGkPc/s1600/DSC_5929+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxc_qT56I/AAAAAAAAA-8/5VYnfpYGkPc/s800/DSC_5929+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505001231213651874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxcgpYNYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/QXLB9ma6dAE/s1600/DSC_5950+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxcgpYNYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/QXLB9ma6dAE/s800/DSC_5950+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505001222888240514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxcf4wwMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/CoErFs9B0Z0/s1600/DSC_6116+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxcf4wwMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/CoErFs9B0Z0/s800/DSC_6116+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505001222684328130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxcFsDjII/AAAAAAAAA-k/anyY-iNDmQY/s1600/DSC_6463+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxcFsDjII/AAAAAAAAA-k/anyY-iNDmQY/s800/DSC_6463+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505001215651712130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxbs-XyYI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Y9DRrUdaZas/s1600/DSC_6478+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxbs-XyYI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Y9DRrUdaZas/s800/DSC_6478+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505001209017649538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-2143406335096256764?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2143406335096256764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/riley-3-and-reed-8-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2143406335096256764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/2143406335096256764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/riley-3-and-reed-8-months.html' title='Riley (3) and Reed (8 months)'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TGWxc_qT56I/AAAAAAAAA-8/5VYnfpYGkPc/s72-c/DSC_5929+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-673569733654824674</id><published>2010-08-08T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:24:41.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><title type='text'>The B Family Session-Irving, TX family photographer</title><content type='html'>I love this family!  They were so good during our scorcher of a shoot.  August in Dallas is so hot.  I loved this series of photos because it really showed what life is like with young kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72BpVzrQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MeAInZo1yGA/s1600/DSC_6259+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72BpVzrQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MeAInZo1yGA/s800/DSC_6259+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503106302830947586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72BWi1JXI/AAAAAAAAA98/vw_z1vedNrU/s1600/DSC_6285+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72BWi1JXI/AAAAAAAAA98/vw_z1vedNrU/s800/DSC_6285+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503106297785296242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72A1PgQ5I/AAAAAAAAA90/xLvZ0kN6ch8/s1600/DSC_6292+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72A1PgQ5I/AAAAAAAAA90/xLvZ0kN6ch8/s800/DSC_6292+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503106288845865874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-673569733654824674?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/673569733654824674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/b-family-session-irving-tx-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/673569733654824674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/673569733654824674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/b-family-session-irving-tx-family.html' title='The B Family Session-Irving, TX family photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TF72BpVzrQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MeAInZo1yGA/s72-c/DSC_6259+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6875291530803188329</id><published>2010-08-03T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:12:07.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart faces-Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>This week's theme at I heart faces is random acts of kindness.  A few weeks ago I took my son to a play place called Going Bonkers.  There are a bunch of mazes for kids.  My son is a little small for his age, but he doesn't know it!  He wanted to play in the area for the bigger kids.  A sweet little girl named Shirley kept helping him.  She was there with friends and could have ignored him being stuck, but she kept an eye out for him.  Every time he was stuck, she went to help him.  I was so touched by it.  When were were about to leave, I asked Shirley where her mother was and gave her my card.  I told her I wanted to give her the gift of a session.  This post is about Shirley's act of kindness.  I wanted her to know how much I appreciated her taking care of my little guy!  God bless you, Shirley.  I wish we all had hearts like yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhax6JOD9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/Fg_0NQJUSwc/s1600/DSC_5865+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhax6JOD9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/Fg_0NQJUSwc/s800/DSC_5865+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501246758301077458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhaxFuiX-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/7SZuX4ePHjg/s1600/DSC_5770+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhaxFuiX-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/7SZuX4ePHjg/s800/DSC_5770+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501246744230518754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhaxa2SzsI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jdtN4AoNYDk/s1600/DSC_5861+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhaxa2SzsI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jdtN4AoNYDk/s800/DSC_5861+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501246749900197570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6875291530803188329?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6875291530803188329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-heart-faces-random-acts-of-kindness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6875291530803188329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6875291530803188329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-heart-faces-random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='I heart faces-Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFhax6JOD9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/Fg_0NQJUSwc/s72-c/DSC_5865+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7030613139640280386</id><published>2010-08-02T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:14:32.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Chrissy and Dave engagement sneak peek!</title><content type='html'>I have so many more photos to show from this session.  I just wanted to show a few while I keep editing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFcY6sm-peI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AVd1KHjdSYI/s1600/DSC_5534+color+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFcY6sm-peI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AVd1KHjdSYI/s800/DSC_5534+color+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500892866542478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFcY6V8KwkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/14IkwmVvLBo/s1600/DSC_5599+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFcY6V8KwkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/14IkwmVvLBo/s800/DSC_5599+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500892860457337410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7030613139640280386?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7030613139640280386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/chrissy-and-dave-engagement-sneak-peek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7030613139640280386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7030613139640280386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/chrissy-and-dave-engagement-sneak-peek.html' title='Chrissy and Dave engagement sneak peek!'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFcY6sm-peI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AVd1KHjdSYI/s72-c/DSC_5534+color+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4281637549150930464</id><published>2010-07-30T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:00:38.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Something different</title><content type='html'>I took a morning for myself this week and took some pictures of a friend.  She is a children's photographer and understood my desire to take pictures of an adult subject.  I love looking at the work of other photographers and wanted to try something different.  I know this isn't very far from what I do with children, but it nice to have a subject that takes direction and understands what you are trying to accomplish!  Here are two of my favorites.  Thank to to my lovely friend, Claire, for making some time for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFMTCbSWg8I/AAAAAAAAA88/_dfQT-LeoeU/s1600/DSC_5148+color+compressed+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFMTCbSWg8I/AAAAAAAAA88/_dfQT-LeoeU/s800/DSC_5148+color+compressed+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499760502354904002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFMTCG7bwZI/AAAAAAAAA80/31wpxEf-Y48/s1600/DSC_5052+color+2+compressed+with+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFMTCG7bwZI/AAAAAAAAA80/31wpxEf-Y48/s800/DSC_5052+color+2+compressed+with+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499760496890069394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4281637549150930464?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4281637549150930464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-different.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4281637549150930464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4281637549150930464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-different.html' title='Something different'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TFMTCbSWg8I/AAAAAAAAA88/_dfQT-LeoeU/s72-c/DSC_5148+color+compressed+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-4341946660044313048</id><published>2010-07-26T21:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:33:14.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart faces'/><title type='text'>I heart faces-purple challenge</title><content type='html'>This week's challenge at I heart faces is purple.  I love this dress made by &lt;a href="http://elzawear.etsy.com"&gt;Elzawear&lt;/a&gt;.  My daughter let me snap this picture before we enjoyed our day at the Dallas arboretum.  Be sure to click on the link below and see the other entries for this week's challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TE5EO-DG-AI/AAAAAAAAA8s/GPe24_6W-Us/s1600/DSC_4020+color+wm+compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TE5EO-DG-AI/AAAAAAAAA8s/GPe24_6W-Us/s800/DSC_4020+color+wm+compressed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498407219030849538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-4341946660044313048?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4341946660044313048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-heart-faces-purple-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4341946660044313048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/4341946660044313048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-heart-faces-purple-challenge.html' title='I heart faces-purple challenge'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TE5EO-DG-AI/AAAAAAAAA8s/GPe24_6W-Us/s72-c/DSC_4020+color+wm+compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-6693296108551686901</id><published>2010-07-20T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:37:50.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Kaitlyn (4) and Kloe (1)-DFW children's photographer</title><content type='html'>I was so excited when I got the e-mail about this session.  Kaitlyn is my daughter's best friend.  The met in daycare and love each other dearly.  It was so great to capture her and her little sister together.  They are both so beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz9IuYtyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/K_Txjvsva-g/s1600/DSC_3211+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz9IuYtyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/K_Txjvsva-g/s800/DSC_3211+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495996783170991906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz8zoiGpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AG4oe7keQjo/s1600/DSC_3136+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz8zoiGpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AG4oe7keQjo/s800/DSC_3136+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495996777509296786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz81XsPBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/qucGsIoiA9Y/s1600/DSC_3042+color+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz81XsPBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/qucGsIoiA9Y/s800/DSC_3042+color+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495996777975528466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz8XTHP6I/AAAAAAAAA78/aYblHchUWNU/s1600/DSC_3156+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz8XTHP6I/AAAAAAAAA78/aYblHchUWNU/s800/DSC_3156+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495996769903263650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-6693296108551686901?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6693296108551686901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/kaitlyn-4-and-kloe-1-dfw-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6693296108551686901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/6693296108551686901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/kaitlyn-4-and-kloe-1-dfw-childrens.html' title='Kaitlyn (4) and Kloe (1)-DFW children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TEWz9IuYtyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/K_Txjvsva-g/s72-c/DSC_3211+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-7761632454246325244</id><published>2010-07-15T20:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:27:29.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer mini sessions</title><content type='html'>I am doing my first set of mini sessions next week.  There is limited availability for both morning and late evening sessions.  Be sure to take advantage of these outdoor sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD_DfRkRcwI/AAAAAAAAA70/6brkXSM4DLs/s1600/mini+session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD_DfRkRcwI/AAAAAAAAA70/6brkXSM4DLs/s800/mini+session.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494325012474196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-7761632454246325244?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7761632454246325244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-mini-sessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7761632454246325244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/7761632454246325244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-mini-sessions.html' title='Summer mini sessions'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD_DfRkRcwI/AAAAAAAAA70/6brkXSM4DLs/s72-c/mini+session.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-8996797149055124992</id><published>2010-07-15T13:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:54:03.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>High Style-DFW Children's photographer</title><content type='html'>My daughter decided that today was princess day.  I was happy to let her play dress up.  She also decided that she wanted pictures in "high style."  I don't know where she heard that, but it was not from me.  I'm not a girly girl.  She has been walking around the house for the last few days in bows, headbands and bracelets.  She is a fashionista!  Well, here are the pictures from her "high style" session.  I think she did it to make me happy and she did!  I love being able to capture her big personality.  Everyone should be friends with someone like my daughter.  She can really light up a room!  P.S. The poses were all her own.  I don't direct her sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9OOSncTjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/96XEH0oSipE/s1600/DSC_4223+cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9OOSncTjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/96XEH0oSipE/s800/DSC_4223+cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494196077837700658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9OOLAKC1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hPipua6NISo/s1600/DSC_4269+cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9OOLAKC1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hPipua6NISo/s800/DSC_4269+cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494196075793877842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9ON32G9II/AAAAAAAAA7M/Pr2-_oSkJ28/s1600/DSC_4272+cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9ON32G9II/AAAAAAAAA7M/Pr2-_oSkJ28/s800/DSC_4272+cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494196070651458690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9ONZzwKRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TNqfds73xQM/s1600/DSC_4275+cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9ONZzwKRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TNqfds73xQM/s800/DSC_4275+cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494196062588512530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-8996797149055124992?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8996797149055124992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/high-style-dfw-childrens-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8996797149055124992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/8996797149055124992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/high-style-dfw-childrens-photographer.html' title='High Style-DFW Children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD9OOSncTjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/96XEH0oSipE/s72-c/DSC_4223+cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489425128217425857.post-399396632418332267</id><published>2010-07-13T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:20:56.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Kingston (1 year) DFW children's photographer</title><content type='html'>One of the amazing parts of my job is capturing milestones for my clients.  This little man just turned one.  He is so adorable and has the most infectious smile.  The first picture was from his newborn session at 8 weeks.  Doesn't he look like a baby model?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sib6sorI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PCqIKZmp_K4/s1600/close+up+in+bowl+with+boost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sib6sorI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PCqIKZmp_K4/s800/close+up+in+bowl+with+boost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493596090582999730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sj8X1U4I/AAAAAAAAA68/6SFO5PAoTOY/s1600/DSC_3687+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sj8X1U4I/AAAAAAAAA68/6SFO5PAoTOY/s800/DSC_3687+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493596116475007874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sjZsnpfI/AAAAAAAAA60/ERK5m9Yvo7s/s1600/DSC_3829+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sjZsnpfI/AAAAAAAAA60/ERK5m9Yvo7s/s800/DSC_3829+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493596107166950898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sjHxQ-OI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UBosRSpR4o4/s1600/DSC_3571+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sjHxQ-OI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UBosRSpR4o4/s800/DSC_3571+color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493596102354598114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0siispPHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WueQ9_mkI2M/s1600/DSC_3234+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0siispPHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WueQ9_mkI2M/s800/DSC_3234+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493596092403104882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1489425128217425857-399396632418332267?l=tinyimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/399396632418332267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/kingston-1-year-dfw-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/399396632418332267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1489425128217425857/posts/default/399396632418332267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/07/kingston-1-year-dfw-childrens.html' title='Kingston (1 year) DFW children&apos;s photographer'/><author><name>Tiny Impressions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865604670603621035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/S5fwu8GkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZHR1QV4EiKw/S220/DSC_0218+css.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9n5VIU7qsU/TD0sib6sorI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PCqIKZmp_K4/s72-c/close+up+in+bowl+with+boost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
