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Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts

Friday, June 25, 2010

DIRT PARTY!!!!

Wow.  He's almost two! I'm currently in the process of planning his birthday party.  I tried to think of what Noah's main interests are.  Only two things came to mind, food and dirt.  So... Why not?  We're having a DIRT PARTY!  We're filling a pool full of mud and letting the toddlers loose!  To my photography buddies, YES, you are welcome to attend:)  I'll send you an invitation when I have all the details.  And to my grandparents who have agreed to host the little mud-trackers, Thank you!                                     


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Oops. My bad.

I fell for one of the classic blunders.  No, I didn't get involved in a land war in Asia or with a Sicilian when death is on the line.  Here's what happened.  I type notes in the photo books I design for clients.  I erase the notes as I go along, making sure every detail is perfect before I place the order.  And, although I hate to admit it, every once in awhile something slips through the cracks.  This is a memory book that a client had ordered for their mommy for Mothers day.  Let's have a looksie shall we?
This is a close-up of the bottom.
A closer look at the inside sleeve.

Yeah, that was bad.  Fortunately, I was able to fix it before the date I had promised it to the client.  
I thought you might like that insider's edition of Vintino gone wild.  And now, todays verse....

PROVERBS 19:2

HASTE MAKES MISTAKES

Haha, Aint that the truth.  

Have a great day.

Christina Lusk


Saturday, May 15, 2010

Silent Saturday

Some things you just can't put into words.  Enjoy highlights of my day.
Have a wonderful day everyone.
LOVE, AMOUR, AMOR
Christina

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Portly Savior

First of all, you have been faithfully following Michael's luggage saga with DELTA AIRLINES.  So, you deserve to know LUGGAGE HAS BEEN LOCATED.  It left Flint, MI and somehow found it's way to Amsterdam, France and Canada.  He doesn't know when he will be reunited with his red roller bag, but at least it has been found.

  "I wish my suitcase was the one who came to Salta, and I was the one who got to take the intercontinental tour." - Rev. Michael Lusk

Also, I had a photo shoot today, which means, another lazy blog day.  However, I will leave you with a momento of our earlier days in ministry.  Yes, believe it or not, we were VERY funny clowns with a pretty substantial following in South America.  We can juggle, make balloon animals, and snort whipped cream with the best of them.  Now you know.

This photo:

Rosa the clown (me),  tries to explain to Gordo about the Superhero with the mightiest powers.  Gordo pauses, thinks, and humorously interrupts with several incorrect guesses.  Can you figure out who Rosa was really talking about? You guys are just soooo smart.  Good guess.


Rest well tonight my bloggies.  I pray for you daily.

In love,

Christina

Friday, May 7, 2010

NEWS: Smokin' Weed Pays the Bills

    No,no, no, you sillies, selling a jar of rubber cement at a garage sale is the closest I've ever come to drug doing or dealing.  I'm talking about dandelions.  They are smokin' awesome this time of year.  Adults don't understand them, because God made them strictly for kids (and photographers who act like kids).  I want you to think deeply about these little splashes of yellow and the spiritual lesson they represent.  Then, I want you to communicate it to my readers so they don't get disappointed in my blog.
Sorry about the crummy post guys.  I really want to share something a bit more spectacular, but I've got three photo shoots worth of pictures to edit, with more on the way.  That's more than 5,000 images! (Mother's Day is my busy season.)  But to hopefully make up for being more ordinary than extraordinary tonight, I'm sharing some of my photos (my kids) with you. (Click here.) Thanks for understanding.  One more thing, your comments have meant so very much to me.  I smile as I read each one of them.

Love, love, love,
Ordinary Me.