As I mentioned in my last blog entry, this weekend I was in San Diego helping out at a photography workshop. I had a wonderful time and it’s always so much fun making new friends, we camera nerds have so much fun together and laugh and giggle about things that most people would roll their eyes about. We stayed up way too late being silly and sharing our photo secrets and learning new ones.
We stayed at the W Hotel and I think I have never felt so unhip in my entire life. That is one happening hotel with lots of cool people standing around. I was almost beginning to wonder if they had hired people to actually just stand there and look hip and fun. When you walk in to the hotel there is music playing, everything is decorated very stylish, it’s a great vibe. I was expecting the music to stop playing as I walked in the door and to hear something over the intercom like this….. we have a code 12, code 12, we’ve got a Mom in zone 4, repeat this is not a drill, Mom in zone 4. Followed by security asking me if I’m lost. Ok so that only happened in my head, everyone was *very* friendly and nice, always saying hello and asking if there was anything that I needed. I love San Diego, I really do, however the one thing that drives me nuts are all of those darn one way streets downtown. Thank goodness for my GPS.
Even though I had a wonderful time I sure missed my husband and my kids. When I came home my son saw me drive up and I could hear him happily yelling “MOMMY’S HOME! MOMMY’S HOME!” The front door swings open and my kids came running out, my daughter (who is 3 1/2) stopped just before she got to my car and starts screaming at the top of her lungs. I’m sure you’ve all seen the old news clips from the 60’s when the Beatles would be on television and all the screaming girls would be standing there crying and screaming at the top of their lungs. Yep, that’s what she was doing. She was so excited to see me and was jumping up and down screaming and crying that *I* felt like a rock star. My kids are so awesome, coming home to lots of hugs and kisses is the best thing ever.
Here are a few images from the weekend, hope yours was as good as mine.
PS - Happy Birthday to my awesome friend and fellow photographer Pam!
My friend Barb leading one of the shooting groups…


