The clouds roll over ahead, and — despite the clear blue peeking through the fluffy white — I can’t help but / Groan…
Being married to a photographer has its benefits. One major benefit? Guaranteed, high-quality photo coverage of all the milestone events in my life, from holidays to family parties to weekend getaways.
My ultimate comfort food consists of something extra cheesy and warm and carb-heavy. The cheese is especially important when I’m dealing with a particularly stressful time.
Day 221 of 2016 fell during a particularly crazy time in my professional life.
I like to stand along the waterfront and watch as the waves advance and recede. Sometimes, as I observe the ebb and flow of the San Francisco bay, I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the vastness of the world before me. Standing at the intersection of urban development and nature’s great abyss, I realize how small I am — and that realization frightens me. The growing roar of the crashing waves threatens to deafen me, and the unceasing sea wind chills me to my bones. I shiver as I spy a dark gray monster of a cloud creeping ever closer, smothering the last bits of light as the sun descends toward the horizon. I’m bathed in shadow. … Until, suddenly, a few stray rays of light break through the clouds. And, with the light, the water’s deafening roar fades to a whisper, and the wind’s biting chill feels like a cool sea breeze. Despite the cacophony of nature that surrounds me, I feel at peace. — (photo © Reggie Ballesteros Photography) (Instagram: @reggiebphoto)
I’ve been given two responsibilities for my dad’s 49th birthday: one, to simply get my butt from San Francisco to Vallejo in time for Thursday dinner; and, two, to get the birthday cake.
Unsurprisingly, in my youth, I was one of those individuals whose life was utterly transformed by Harry Potter.
I’ve never been an individual brimming with confidence. I think most people who have grown up with me or work with me or have seen me in my Performer Mode would be surprised to hear that I second-guess myself more often than not.
Admittedly, that was a huge reason why we ended up adopting Henri a few months into our marriage: Reggie anticipated that he would be gone many weekends, so Henri would become my companion.
It’s a little after lunchtime. Just a few more hours until I have to hop on the BART train to Concord, and Reggie and I will meet his family to celebrate his dad’s birthday.