<?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-3495805124138396574</id><updated>2011-10-10T17:33:18.279-07:00</updated><category term='publicity'/><category term='portraits'/><category term='studio 3'/><category term='seniors'/><category term='workshops'/><category term='travel'/><category term='graphic design'/><category term='personal'/><category term='boudior'/><category term='contests'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='events'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='newsletters'/><category term='holiday mini sessions'/><category term='product'/><title type='text'>Tambi Lane Photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1804508795744464817</id><published>2011-04-13T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:27:07.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving!</title><content type='html'>I'm making the jump!&amp;nbsp; From the standard freebie blogspot blog, to a more versatile customizable website/blog combo!&amp;nbsp; Please visit and follow me on the new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tambilane.com/blog"&gt;&lt;b&gt;www.tambilane.com/blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for sharing in my journey!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sincerly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tambi Lane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I found one of my favorite photos from a session over a year ago.&amp;nbsp; First off, a little disclaimer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not condone smoking,&amp;nbsp; I think it's a bit of a nasty habit, but....this vintage pin-up photo lends itself nicely to the old cigarette.&amp;nbsp; So we went with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Old Version" looked great, everyone loved it.&amp;nbsp; The client was happy and at the time, I didn't know how to improve on it.&amp;nbsp; Even when I pulled it up this morning I thought, "It's not THAT bad"&amp;nbsp; Until I decided to redo the old fav and see what this new software could do.&amp;nbsp; I started from scratch.&amp;nbsp; I applied all of my "new steps" and was astonished at the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe you must start out with a great base, in photography that means a good eye.&amp;nbsp; You need creativity, know how and you must know composition.&amp;nbsp; A great camera and the right equipment are also part of the equation.&amp;nbsp; But editing tools, the RIGHT editing tools, can take your so-so photos and turn them into something wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us out there, professionals and enthusiasts alike, go back, pick some of your oldies out and redo them.&amp;nbsp; I am amazed at the how far I have come in a year.&amp;nbsp; There's always room for improvement, which is great so none of us get burnt out.&amp;nbsp; Im excited to see where I am in another year.&amp;nbsp; How much more I have learned, new techniques, if the style has changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a constant evolution, in certain ways always reinventing myself, and that's Ok with me.&amp;nbsp; There is always room for improvement, in every aspect of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0NnO-EjQ0w/TZNlRMcMEiI/AAAAAAAACEI/KjAtP5JF0eQ/s1600/Pinup-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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She is always a pleasure, professional and very talented.&amp;nbsp; Along with our model of the day, they both must have an abundance of patience.&amp;nbsp; This last model took nearly 13 hours to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us who can appreciate the beauty of the human form and respect this type of art, Willow's paintings are beautiful and imaginative.&amp;nbsp; To watch her in her element is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the easy piece of the project.&amp;nbsp; After so many hours of constant stillness, our model is finally ready to be photographed.&amp;nbsp; After all of the build up, we are done in such a short amount of time, but captured for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show you a few of the photographs from last nights shoot.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Willow and Meg for a fun creative day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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These sessions are fun, sassy and are so much more empowering that one might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently seen articles of women bearing their souls about the power that this particular type of photography session can have on a person. I've also experienced the joy that my clients have left with after their own sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women leave with a new appreciation for their own "imperfect" bodies.&amp;nbsp; They have shed tears with me, as well as leaving the studio with a feeling of conquering the world.&amp;nbsp; Here is a video clip of one of my previous boudoir nights.&amp;nbsp; Pay particular attention to the end, what this one women says about her feelings after her session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/10711588" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"What's Your Sexy?" { Weekend Trunk Show } from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3087172"&gt;Tambi Alderin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these sessions.&amp;nbsp; I love making people feel beautiful and helping them realize what the rest of the world already sees.&amp;nbsp; Being someone who has always struggled with a positive self&amp;nbsp; image I have learned so much from the brave women I photograph.&amp;nbsp; I've learned that everyone is beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Our imperfections are what make us unique and we should celebrate that!&amp;nbsp; No matter what your size, shape, marital status or lack there of, there is always a reason for us to celebrate the fact that we are women, and beautiful "real" women at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scheduling another Boudoir night here at &lt;a href="http://www.studio3bend.com/"&gt;Studio 3 &lt;/a&gt;for the night of March 19th.&amp;nbsp; What I would like to do for all of those women out there who have wanted to do this, but can't....I'd like to hear your story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why YOU should have this opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to post your stories here on the blog, and choose one lucky lady to have her very own empowering Boudoir Session!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send in a letter, make me a video, be creative!&amp;nbsp; All entries must be sent in my March 15th, so you have two weeks.&amp;nbsp; I'll post the stories as I recieve them, so more of you can be inspired by these women's stories. I need 5 entries minimum, so please send this link to your friends.&amp;nbsp; Let the rest of us learn from your story.&amp;nbsp; What journey did you take to realize your own outward beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our winner is unable attend the event of March 19th, they will have an opportunity to use their session at a later date, but only at one of the specified Boudoir Party nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, dig deep, and send me your stories.&amp;nbsp; Send all entries to &lt;a href="mailto:tambilane@msn.com"&gt;tambilane@msn.com &lt;/a&gt;before March 15th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3942224138420718666?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3942224138420718666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/empowering-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3942224138420718666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3942224138420718666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/empowering-women.html' title='{ Empowering } women'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4471347089399842435</id><published>2011-02-18T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:53:09.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{ Mustache } Mug Shots</title><content type='html'>I sort of just fell into this, but everyone's reaction has been fun!&amp;nbsp; It started with a furry mustache for a baby shower photo booth and evolved into something else entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have retired the original "furry" stache and now what you will find is something a little more classic.&amp;nbsp; People always want something fun to do.&amp;nbsp; Something different, out of the ordinary.&amp;nbsp; So why not get your photo taken with a mustache?&amp;nbsp; I know..weird.&amp;nbsp; But it's a craze!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me, {for now, by appointment } at the &lt;a href="http://www.studio3bend.com/"&gt;studio&lt;/a&gt; for a silly stache photo, a "mug shot" of sorts.&amp;nbsp; I want to see your personality, I know you have one!&amp;nbsp; And while we are at it, lets put it on a mug!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gTbSWNA7AY/TV7o2WoFviI/AAAAAAAACB0/nHjQwiCXLMg/s1600/Mustache+Mugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gTbSWNA7AY/TV7o2WoFviI/AAAAAAAACB0/nHjQwiCXLMg/s640/Mustache+Mugs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$30 will get you a few shots in your new "stache" and together we will pick a favorite to add to a personalized mug.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are great as gifts, or keep for yourself when you need a good giggle.&amp;nbsp; But everyone needs a "Mug Shot!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO crazy!&amp;nbsp; Dress up!&amp;nbsp; Try a theme!&amp;nbsp; Whatever you decide, you are sure to have fun doing it...and this "mug shot" is a whole lot better than the one they would take of you at the Police Dept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4471347089399842435?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4471347089399842435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/mustache-mug-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4471347089399842435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4471347089399842435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/mustache-mug-shots.html' title='{ Mustache } Mug Shots'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gTbSWNA7AY/TV7o2WoFviI/AAAAAAAACB0/nHjQwiCXLMg/s72-c/Mustache+Mugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-8489903190518856057</id><published>2011-02-14T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:56:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy { valentines } Day!</title><content type='html'>In the past I've snubbed my nose at this holiday, rolled my eyes at all the "mushy" loving going on and tried to forget that I'm still alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've vowed to not let thing like that bother me.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, sometimes I'm glad I'm single.&amp;nbsp; I have time to do the things I want, the way I want them.&amp;nbsp; Quite honestly, my version of being "alone" is really not that bad.&amp;nbsp; It's only from about 9pm on when the house is quiet, and the bed is empty that I even remember, and having a really comfy bed to myself is a really great trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this quote last night, and couldn't have said it better myself.&amp;nbsp; So all you single's out there.&amp;nbsp; Take a lesson from the NY ladies and live your life!&amp;nbsp; When the right one comes along,&amp;nbsp; he / she will be a perfect fit for YOUR life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Being  single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty  sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be  and who you want to spend it with."&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;- Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, Happy Valentines Day, from my family to yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft-pDbf1XQY/TVl5yFIIrfI/AAAAAAAACBw/ak3pEVrcOuI/s1600/Valentines_email.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft-pDbf1XQY/TVl5yFIIrfI/AAAAAAAACBw/ak3pEVrcOuI/s640/Valentines_email.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-8489903190518856057?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8489903190518856057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8489903190518856057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8489903190518856057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy { valentines } Day!'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft-pDbf1XQY/TVl5yFIIrfI/AAAAAAAACBw/ak3pEVrcOuI/s72-c/Valentines_email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6690101048375623808</id><published>2011-01-10T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:05:56.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new begginings {portrait}</title><content type='html'>I'm determined to make 2011 the best so far.&amp;nbsp; How can it not be when I was able to start the year out in one of my favorite places, Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website needs a little face lift, which I hope to find time for soon, the blog is another one on the list of&amp;nbsp; "to do betters" for the year, and I hope to make, along with my wonderful clients, a fantastic photo year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will all watch me grow and take this journey of life, doing what I love and the laughs and cries a mother of two always faces.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Keep watch for new and exciting things at Tambi Lane Photography, where I hope to help you all make your life, ART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I leave you with my favorite photo from my time in Hawaii, a more sentimental one, this is the beautiful "Miss Bibbles" who I was snuggled up with on a hammock, enjoying her, along with her new parents.&amp;nbsp; This little peanut, has stolen my heart, from the moment I photographed her entering the world in October to the first smile and an attempt at a giggle, she has completely won me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peaz family for making this trip to Hawaii a memorable and special one.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed to be able to watch your family grow and be a part of your lives.&amp;nbsp; From the very beginning I have captured your lives in my camera, and you have continued to be one of my favorite clients, friends, chosen family, and all around special people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, 2011, may you all find the "Art" in your lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSuCSW6MnGI/AAAAAAAACAg/3wjdAJ9qpsE/s1600/Hawaii_2010_FB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSuCSW6MnGI/AAAAAAAACAg/3wjdAJ9qpsE/s640/Hawaii_2010_FB.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6690101048375623808?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6690101048375623808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-begginings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6690101048375623808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6690101048375623808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-begginings.html' title='new begginings {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSuCSW6MnGI/AAAAAAAACAg/3wjdAJ9qpsE/s72-c/Hawaii_2010_FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2149720963803042941</id><published>2010-10-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:41:36.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Dragons, sword fighting and hide-and-seek {Portraits}</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile you need to be reminded what's important in life.  I get busy, and my daily list of to-do's starts taking over.  I quickly forget to take a minute to enjoy what's "right now" in my family, and actually live...really live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of spending one of our beautiful late September,  warm mornings with an adventurous 3 year old and his mother.  I met Sarah months ago and was excited to photograph her and Ian as they enter a new chapter in their lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on a favorite spot of the two of them, one that Ian found comforting, and might not mind so much the "intruder" on their morning play.  We started with a walk, he showed me his bug he'd been holding onto for the car ride and then we went exploring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had in mind was a regular family session, beautiful photos of mom and son, in the gorgeous woods of Aspen Hall.  What I got was a magical world of hide-and-seek, Dragon hunting, sword fighting and pretend camp fires and the best smores I've ever had.  Following this mom around on {what I found to be} a "normal" morning for them was one of the best ways I could imagine spending that morning.  The imagination on this doe eyed three year old was incredible, as him and his mother ran through the woods flying to our next destination.  I quickly snapped when I could and managed a few eye contact photos with little Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't merely an observer either.  I got to seek for the two hiding, and search for creatures hiding in the woods.  We turned mom into a frog and and found refuge in a cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can say technically, tromping through the woods, dark woods I might add, did not manage to produce the crisp, perfectly-in-focus photos I normally like, what I did get surprised me as well.  The story, is sometimes more important than the actually quality, and the memories that this mom will always carry with her of a normal morning with her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sarah and Ian for showing me sometimes the to-do list can wait, and while I strive for perfection, it's more about the moment every time.  I hope these photos only do our adventure justice....I will never look at Aspen Hall as anything less than a magical place, with dragons and the best smores I've still ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15553618" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15553618"&gt;Sarah and Ian; a dragon hunt.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4817279"&gt;Studio 3 bend&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2149720963803042941?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2149720963803042941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/10/dragons-sword-fighting-and-hide-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2149720963803042941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2149720963803042941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/10/dragons-sword-fighting-and-hide-and.html' title='Dragons, sword fighting and hide-and-seek {Portraits}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6408520466952840518</id><published>2010-09-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:06:50.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday fever already?? {templates}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/5036807080/" title="Christmas card offer by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5036807080_189d5d37a2.jpg" alt="Christmas card offer" height="372" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the kids are back in school, we've all {trying} adjusted to our new "schedules" and now it's time to start thinking about the family photo tradition!  I know in our house this is practically the only time I can get all three of together for a once-a-year new photo.  Yes, even the photographers kids hate having photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, lets make it fun.  Start thinking early, planning ahead and hopefully the daunting task will be turned into a fun family day.  If you book your sessions early this year, before November 1st, you can take part in one of my Holiday "teenie" sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2o minutes sessions, anyone can do that....even Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20 minutes with me! plus 25  5x7 folded holiday cards, envelopes included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I buy extra cards?  I have a big family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course!  Additional packs of (25) are $70.  I also carry different sizes.  I'll work with you, maybe you want postcards for the rest of the Holiday card list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the cards look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good question!  All designs are fully customizable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/5036802000/" title="Design 1 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/5036802000_ca20a171e0.jpg" width="500" height="386" alt="Design 1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/5036802888/" title="Design 2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5036802888_bc4300b442.jpg" width="500" height="386" alt="Design 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/5036803496/" title="Design 3 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5036803496_5e88857f16.jpg" width="500" height="386" alt="Design 3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so know that you've seen the designs, what are you waiting for?  In studio and location shoots available, limited sessions taken.  Pick up the phone already......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TKNqyvmuEtI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d4wrQV8B98M/s1600/sweething_cover2_sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6408520466952840518?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6408520466952840518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/holiday-fever-already-templates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6408520466952840518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6408520466952840518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/holiday-fever-already-templates.html' title='Holiday fever already?? {templates}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5036807080_189d5d37a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-429442964705535218</id><published>2010-09-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:07:47.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio 3'/><title type='text'>Speedlight Flash techniques {workshop}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;Studio 3 presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; Speedlight Flash Techniques by Byron Roe Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; Thursday, September 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; Networking and refreshments 8:00 pm – 9:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; at Bend’s NEW Photography Studio Co-op, &lt;a href="http://www.studio3bend.com/"&gt;Studio 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; Studio 3 | create • inspire • for hire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; 558 9th Street, Suite 5, at 9th and Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; between Country Catering and Pakit Liquidators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.studio3bend.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studio3bend.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.studio3bend.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spice up your photography with easy speedlight flash techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate your work from other photographers and get more creative with  your photography by using small "speedlight" flashes. Using flash  doesn't need to be complicated or scary but can be a great way to  broaden the "tools" you'll need to get consistently great shots  regardless of the available light. This workshop will focus on basic  speedlight flash technique using Nikon equipment but the concepts will  transfer over to anyone looking to use these small, "off camera" flashes  with an SLR camera, or even natural light photographers who simply want  to see what can be accomplished with supplemental lighting. We'll cover  multiple ways of positioning one or more flashes to light people using  diffusers and reflectors, how to light people naturally with flash to  work in conjunction with ambient light, and of course setting your  camera and flash to make it all seamlessly work! Focus will also be  given to techniques and tips covered come from a recent 2- day workshop  with speedlight master, Joe McNally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workshop is geared toward the basic to intermediate photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Byron Roe Photography &lt;/b&gt;We are a husband and wife team specializing in on location wedding photography based in Central Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.studio-br.com"&gt;www.studio-br.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration is $59 and includes the 2-hour workshop and  refreshments/networking time afterward. For more information, contact {  Studio 3 } &lt;a href="http://studio3bend@gmail.com/" target="_blank"&gt;studio3bend@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, visit our website  &lt;a href="http://www.studio3bend.com/"&gt;www.studio3bend.com&lt;/a&gt;, or call Kimberly at (541)410-6368.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To register, simply visit our website, or send a check or money order payable to Studio 3 Bend for $59 to Studio 3, 558 SE 9th St. Suite #5, Bend, OR 97702, along with the registrant’s name, email and phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; This workshop is sponsored by&lt;a href="http://www.incredible-events.com/"&gt; Incredible Events&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flashink.com/"&gt;Flash, Ink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flashink.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-429442964705535218?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/429442964705535218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/studio-3-presents-speedlight-flash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/429442964705535218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/429442964705535218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/studio-3-presents-speedlight-flash.html' title='Speedlight Flash techniques {workshop}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1326607524555325986</id><published>2010-09-07T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:52:30.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio 3'/><title type='text'>Introducing Studio 3 {contest}</title><content type='html'>I have had one busy summer.  New business ventures.  Yes...I'm opening a new studio with two of my favorite photographers, &lt;a href="http://www.kimberlyteichrow.com/"&gt;Kimberly Teichrow&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imagesbyjeffkennedy.com/"&gt;Jeff Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;.  Needless to say we are working ourselves to near death, and leaving no time for a fun filled summer, which apparently slipped by practically unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with shooting and sharing the studio space, we are anxiously awaiting our first workshop, on &lt;a href="http://studio3bend.blogspot.com/2010/09/prepare-to-be-inspired.html"&gt;Speed Light Techniques&lt;/a&gt;, taught by the lovely husband/ wife team, Bryon and Wendy Roe, of &lt;a href="http://www.studio-br.com/"&gt;Byron Roe Photography.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having such a great time, and want all of our great clients and fellow photographers to have as much fun as we do.  For this first workshop we are offering a {FREE} ticket, with a fun contest in mind.  Come see our new &lt;a href="http://studio3bend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Studio blog&lt;/a&gt; and find out how to get your &lt;a href="http://studio3bend.blogspot.com/2010/09/win-free-ticket-to-studio-3s-first.html"&gt;{FREE} pass. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1326607524555325986?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1326607524555325986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1326607524555325986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1326607524555325986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-forever.html' title='Introducing Studio 3 {contest}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1009365285495935489</id><published>2010-07-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:09:06.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting for Joy {personal}</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to get out and shoot for fun, with a theme and props and a perfect style, that really speaks to me.  I have been finding several photographers on Facebook, ones I enjoy, and can feel the emotion behind their work.  My favorite at the moment is an amazing woman named &lt;a href="http://debsphotographs.com/"&gt;Deb S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chwedhelm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her work is simply beautiful and so completely emotional.  So, my project for the month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a model here in town, the beautiful TJ Reese. She was willing and totally up for the challenge.  We are scouting the best "off the beaten path" location.  Shopping around for the perfect add in props and vintage clothes to complete the look and what we will come up with will be incredible...I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of photography I love.  I want to do more of it.  I think it's why I love Boudior so much, the romance, the beauty the energy.  I hope in the next few months I can revamp my style just enough, so that these types of photographs are the ones I'm known for.  That people will come to me not only for a great portrait, but a piece of art.  I think that's when my heart is the happiest, when I am creating a beautiful piece of art for a client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so anxious to show you the final product.  But for now, to send you off in style, a little snap shot of Taylor I did the other day.  I think I might use this one for my new business cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4771787753/" title="IMG_7577-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4771787753_56e933f20f_b.jpg" alt="IMG_7577-Edit" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1009365285495935489?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1009365285495935489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/07/shooting-for-joy-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1009365285495935489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1009365285495935489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/07/shooting-for-joy-personal.html' title='Shooting for Joy {personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4771787753_56e933f20f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2501430683538662629</id><published>2010-05-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:48:56.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Smith Rock and velvet</title><content type='html'>A perfect evening at Smith Rock.  Great light, a truck to tow the velvet couch, a beautiful family and props to add to the vintage feel I was after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Brenda a few weeks back at one of my new favorite stores in town.  Over a mimosa before picking up the girls from school one afternoon, Brenda told me how her older daughter would be flying in town soon and would love to have a family photo taken.  It had been years since the three of them were in the same place long enough to capture anything for mom, and with Mothers day nearly approaching I had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard her daughters were grown, and would likely do anything asked, I decided this would be the perfect family to try out my plan.  I have a gorgeous couch, sea-foam green velvet Victorian couch that was actually purchased for photos, and until last weekend had yet to be used except for our every day TV watching, this couch actually does live in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We borrowed a truck, and Brenda and I moved this 7 foot beast by ourselves out to Smith rock, along with vintage suitcases, a bird cage, a small plant, and anything else I found in my house that might fit the images I had floating around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughters were all I expected, beautiful and sweet.  They moved just how I asked them, didn't think my requests of "Now, hold this potted plant like a cup of Chinese tea, delicately...." or " dip her like you mean it, this is supposed to me romantic." were odd, at least that I know of.  The younger daughter is getting married and we were lucky enough to have one male on the premises, who was willing to even try the new famous "Blue Steel" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left feeling great about the images I had.  I was excited to get home and try out some new actions I had recently purchased from the amazing Annie Manning of "&lt;a href="http://paintthemoon.net/blog/"&gt;Paint the Moon&lt;/a&gt;" photography.  And even more so, I was happy for this mom to have some wonderful memories of  her beautiful daughters that were both off to new adventures in life, one even on her way to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent endless hours at the computer, smiling all the way, surprising myself at the end results.  I have always tried to incorporate my love of all things old, vintage flare with my photography and always fall short, going back to the old stand by.  What I now feel I am able to give my clients is a piece of art.  Aside from the memories of the shoot, they are usually filled with nervous laughter and strange ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time meeting this gorgeous family, and hope that at some other point in their lives we'll meet again.  Maybe a wedding in the future...possibly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for humoring me with the trip to the Rock, while all the hikers stared at the velvet couch placed perfectly in the field.  Thanks to Amanda for putting up with the freezing conditions of Bend, we all know at times like that you wish you were back on the beaches of Hawaii, and thanks to Brittany for being my new favorite model.  This girl knows how to work it!  My daughter will forever be jealous of the rainbow hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my pleasure and at very least I hope you enjoy your images.  I am in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604956244/" title="before_after by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1326/4604956244_e123229f56.jpg" alt="before_after" height="167" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A before and After of the new technique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604342319/" title="IMG_2158-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/4604342319_6dc5f00716_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2158-Edit" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604342219/" title="IMG_2175-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1383/4604342219_38212737a8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2175-Edit" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604342527/" title="IMG_2134-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1235/4604342527_36d0097f27_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2134-Edit" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604955980/" title="IMG_2154-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4604955980_4085c12122_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2154-Edit" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604955700/" title="IMG_2231-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1078/4604955700_81d6e3358f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2231-Edit" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604955608/" title="IMG_2234-Edit by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1058/4604955608_85d309e677_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2234-Edit" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604341997/" title="IMG_2293-Edit-2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1087/4604341997_3eb624d438_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2293-Edit-2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604341793/" title="2206 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/4604341793_f760a9510e.jpg" alt="2206" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604341179/" title="2282 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3349/4604341179_73ac1371fc.jpg" alt="2282" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604954484/" title="2353 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1131/4604954484_f6ca69ceae.jpg" alt="2353" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4604340573/" title="2201 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/4604340573_17dd63393e.jpg" alt="2201" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2501430683538662629?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2501430683538662629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/05/smith-rock-and-velvet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2501430683538662629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2501430683538662629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/05/smith-rock-and-velvet.html' title='Smith Rock and velvet'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1326/4604956244_e123229f56_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-3065638619030460458</id><published>2010-05-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:24:52.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First signs of spring....</title><content type='html'>Spring around Central Oregon tends to be cold, wet and while all of us are ready for some sun, it's just not quite time.  This year is no different, although a few signs are peaking through the hints of snow, and the frosty mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people all year doing a 365 days of photos....Today starts my adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4579413065/" title="signs of spring by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4579413065_9662a53ee9_b.jpg" alt="signs of spring" height="1024" width="692" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My neighbor is an avid gardener.  With her pristine yard, her perfectly trimmed lawn and  beautiful bushes scattered all across her cute little farm house.  To have such a yard as this in Bend, is a challenge, to put it lightly. You must be a green thumb extraordinaire, and almost have magical powers, or know someone in the garden fairy world to help you out.  I am not such a person,  but luckily I get to reap the benefits of my neighbors yard, when her budding trees start falling across the fence into my side yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my window, that for now makes me smile to think that the sun is just around the corner, and the days of basking in the warm weather for only a few months is nearly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First signs of spring......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3065638619030460458?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3065638619030460458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-signs-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3065638619030460458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3065638619030460458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-signs-of-spring.html' title='First signs of spring....'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4579413065_9662a53ee9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5576980772351245876</id><published>2010-05-03T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:21:22.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product'/><title type='text'>Textures and Actions...Oh my! {processing}</title><content type='html'>I have not played too much with Photoshop actions and/or textures.  I love the look, but find I never use them when processing my own photos.  Today however, I had some time, and a new set of photos I snapped at a wedding this weekend that I knew without a doubt needed the touch an action set from the AMAZING-ly talented Annie Manning with &lt;a href="http://paintthemoon.net/blog/"&gt;Paint the Moon Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only were they easy to use, they gave my photos the look I always see and love, but never attempt myself.  For fear of not getting it, "just so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked, I'm in love, and I want MORE!  I think I will have to start implementing this fun technique in my sessions, and I cannot wait to play some more.  I have the PERFECT session coming up this weekend....I'm not sure I can contain my excitement after this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4575477573/" title="Misty Sunset_before_after by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/4575477573_0c68b7d8ef.jpg" width="500" height="167" alt="Misty Sunset_before_after" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy stole my heart with one bat of the eyes.  Is he NOT the cutest thing you've seen sporting a velvet jacket and fedora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4575477123/" title="before_after_SC by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4575477123_3e674f0aea.jpg" width="500" height="163" alt="before_after_SC" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love when a wedding client is a friend.  The girls came with me, and Kaci even used my second camera to take a few of her own photos.  I'll post a few of the budding photographers favorites later.  Apparently she LEFT her (my) camera at the venue...luckily I have great friends who quickly scooped it up and have it safely awaiting our arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4575476867/" title="Before_after by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/4575476867_1ae920d30b.jpg" width="500" height="167" alt="Before_after" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And finally....alittle lemon and honey to sweeten the tea. Even the action names are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5576980772351245876?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5576980772351245876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/05/textures-and-actionsoh-my-processing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5576980772351245876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5576980772351245876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/05/textures-and-actionsoh-my-processing.html' title='Textures and Actions...Oh my! {processing}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/4575477573_0c68b7d8ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-3559872025685592290</id><published>2010-04-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:00:24.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 20, 2010 {Michigan}</title><content type='html'>Traveling alone is much easier then packing up the whole house, organizing three peoples clothes and listening to the constant chatter of two excited girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off this morning on my &lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/maps?1c=Bend&amp;amp;1s=OR&amp;amp;1z=97702&amp;amp;1y=US&amp;amp;1l=44.0192&amp;amp;1g=-121.3048&amp;amp;1v=ZIP&amp;amp;2c=Detroit&amp;amp;2s=MI&amp;amp;2y=US&amp;amp;2l=42.331402&amp;amp;2g=-83.045799&amp;amp;2v=CITY"&gt;Michigan&lt;/a&gt; adventure; a great flight time, I didn't have to get up early and stress over the possibility of sleeping through the dreaded alarm.  I took my time getting ready, had a few cups of coffee and a nice filling breakfast before making my way to PDX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lucky steak is following me around as I have had now on BOTH flights an empty seat next to me, where my ridiculously long legs can stretch out and I can read with out the guy next to me breathing down my neck.  The second flight proved to be the better of the two when I was seated next to the hot guy on the plane who actually made conversation and even politely looked through my copy of True North (which I am on on the cover of for April/May) while he introduced himself to the local celebrity....I of course blushed and an now on the computer writing about it instead on engaging him in more conversation. (And you wander why I'm still single)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has gone down and the natives are restless.  I'm ready to land, but this day of travel has not been as tiring as some.  I'm looking forward to the week ahead of me and the adventure that lies on the other side of the baggage claim.  I'm not sure what to expect and do I even want any expectations?  I think I will let this one take me where it may and enjoy the ride.  While I don't think I'm going to rush out and pack the moving van for Detroit, I do think the adventure will be one for the memory books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off from the sky, somewhere about who knows where.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3559872025685592290?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3559872025685592290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-20-2010-michigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3559872025685592290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3559872025685592290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-20-2010-michigan.html' title='April 20, 2010 {Michigan}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-8954497957611911751</id><published>2010-04-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:32:20.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>If you're patient....you just might find her. {personal}</title><content type='html'>There are some people in your life that you just think will always be there.  No matter what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did child care in our home the whole time I was growing up.  When I was 5 she started babysitting a girl just my age, with the most fiery red hair I have ever seen.  Her name was Karen B.  I cant remember anything back then other than we were best friends.  We had countless sleepovers, and I told her everything.  We went to the same school until 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade when we moved, I think at that point the "babysitting" wasn't happening anymore, and she was just at our house anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward all the way through school, we always stayed in contact.  I missed her for a few years during those times apart in grade school, but we quickly picked up right where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during High School, when I decided to go Rogue and "experience" HS on my own, with a new set of friends, and breaking all the rules, we had our time apart, but just like grade school, we quickly picked up right where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Karen in college and we still stayed friends.  We even had our first babies just one month apart.  We tried as much as we could to get our kids together as babies and document their little play dates.  She was even one of the two bridesmaids at my wedding (yes, I was married....for a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I even kept in touch when I packed my bags and lived in North Carolina for 6 years during that marriage.  I visiting her cute little apartments when I'd come home to visit, and we'd always send photos of the growing kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last visit with Karen is hard to remember.  It seems to be that I can remember vivid details of so much of my life, but for a few brief years.  Fortunately these are the same years when life was real tough, and quite possibly I don't NEED to remember it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally moved back to Oregon in 2002, one of the first phone calls was to Karen.  I didn't' get her, but her Ex, who promised me he's give her the message and tell her I was looking to get reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her return call never came......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point you have to wander if you should start to take things personally, but after so many years you want to think it's only a lack of communication, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried one more time to reach her, Pats number being the only one I had, made things difficult.  My next try, he had moved and I had hit a brick wall in my search for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a daily basis for awhile, Karen was on my mind.  I though of her fondly and hoped she was well.  I wished I could see those cute red head kids grow up, and have my kids know her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age with computers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I figured this would be an easy task.  I find people all the time, and the one's you want to stay hidden, they pop up way too often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not bore you with all the details, I searched for years.  Every so often just checking to see if she finally got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, or had added any info on a reunion site, but nothing.  It's like she literally disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave up, in fact I do believe this is the one and only time in my life I've been patient.  I want instant gratification, like most people this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday I tried again. no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;....again, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....lets try her little brother.   BINGO!  I found him....now to get a response out of him. Will he remember me??  I had to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few messages back and forth, I finally had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Karens&lt;/span&gt; number in my hands.  Like a silly nervous teenager, I quickly dialed the number before I lost my nerve.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DOhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!  Answering machine....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, leave a cute little message.  Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, my phone rings.  That silly smile is smeared across my face as I answer it, in hopes that maybe I found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day.  After 8 years, and many life changes.  Divorce, a few more children and two career changes, we picked up right where we left off.  Like no time has passed, we laughed until my jaw literally hurt.  We had so much to talk about we probably could have talked for 3 more hours, but we'll save those talks for in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked though a few old photos last night and I'm sure she'll kill me for posting a few of these, but they are too great NOT to share.  I wish I could find the one's from our 5 year old days, now that would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, I've missed you.  You know everything.  I don't need to explain anything, cause you where there for the years that made me...me.  You know the reasons why when I tell you I'm afraid to start new relationships, or why I mess up as a parent.  We don't have to explain anything to each other, and even when she doesn't' agree with me, she'll love me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see her.  There will be so much more to talk about then, and document.  I'm not sure when it will happen, but I do know soon.  I can't wait another 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4521428597/" title="5 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4521428597_6c0b3887cb.jpg" alt="5" height="500" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Karen in middle school...I know this because of the bangs....I think she (we) went through an entire bottle a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4521428831/" title="4 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4521428831_37b5a00ce8.jpg" alt="4" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Jacob from my wedding.  (and no, I did NOT take this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4521429101/" title="3 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4521429101_de239996f1.jpg" alt="3" height="500" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our last visits with each other.  At lest she got one red head baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4521429455/" title="2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4521429455_077e270335.jpg" alt="2" height="341" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because they are too cute not to post....Little Taylor and Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-8954497957611911751?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8954497957611911751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-youre-patientyou-just-might-find-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8954497957611911751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8954497957611911751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-youre-patientyou-just-might-find-her.html' title='If you&apos;re patient....you just might find her. {personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4521428597_6c0b3887cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7503525891092514894</id><published>2010-04-05T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:41:23.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger.....Lori {products}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/S7py4dFmsaI/AAAAAAAAB9M/Bdqo3xH-VYI/s1600/DSC_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;My hopes is that every so often I can take advantage of all of my wonderful knowledgeable friends and let them tell you , in their own words, what I hear from them.  Our first guest blogger is Lori, she's a wiz at the organic beauty products.  I'm always calling Lori when I'm in the market for new makeup or am having any kind of skin problems, and let me tell you....she always knows the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4495364302/" title="makeup by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4495364302_7f9aeb653c.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="makeup" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's Going On?  Baby products should be safe, not Toxic!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you've heard all this hype about chemicals in your bath and beauty products, it's caught your attention... but seriously, could it really be that bad?  Yes my friends, it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about here?  People, this is serious! Did you know that only 11 percent of the ingredients in personal care products are tested for safety?  How many products do you use in a day, a week, a year?  How about your children?  Toxic chemicals are hiding in your products, and accumulating in your body with each and every use!  Sometimes these chemicals are not disclosed on product labels because they're contaminants, not ingredients, and therefore are exempt from labeling laws!&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about carcinogens (proven cancer causing chemicals) in our babies shampoo, lead in our lipstick (they've taken it out of paint and put it in lipstick!?  Hello??), and neurotoxins (chemicals that are toxic to the brain) in our fragrances... chemicals linked to cancer, birth defects and other health problems... and that's just scraping the surface!*  &lt;i&gt;(Read more about "Why This Matters" at &lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/research/whythismatters.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/research/whythismatters.php&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my opinion.  The Campaign for Safe Cosmetics "is a coalition effort launched in 2004 to protect the health of consumers and workers by securing the corporate, regulatory and legislative reforms necessary to eliminate dangerous chemicals from cosmetics and personal care products".*  (&lt;i&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.safecosmetics.org/"&gt;www.safecosmetics.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecosmetics.org/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're concerned, you want to rid yourself of these products, but you don't know where to start?  Well, let me tell you that it takes a lot of time and effort to educate yourself on these issues.  I have researched claims, products, companies, ingredients, and so on.  I have spent hours upon hours deciding what absolutely needs to be avoided, what is safe, and what is hyped up.  I have been able to find trustworthy companies with exceptional products to fit every budget.  I would love to share what I know with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;What to keep, what not to keep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look at the ingredients, my number one red flag is a list of things I cant pronounce.   Take label warnings seriously, they indicate hazardous chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The top ingredients to avoid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;are mercury, lead,  Formaldehyde (will appear as Formalin, quaternium, &amp;amp; Urea (imidazolidinyl and Diazolidinyl)), synthetic fragrances also listed as BHT, isoeugenol, cinnamal, companies also hide dangerous chemicals behind the simple word "fragrance"), Hydroquinone (skin lightener), nano particles (Nano...), phthalates (also listed as DBP, DEP, DEHP BzBP, DMP)&lt;span style="color: rgb(15, 15, 15);"&gt;, triclosan &amp;amp; triclocarban, sodium lauryl or laureth sulfate, Polyethylene Glycol (PEG's &amp;amp; -eths (e.g. names with PEG and eth in them, e.g. "laureth", "PEG-20")), triethanolamine, &lt;/span&gt;methylchloroisothiazolinone or methylisothiazolinone, Parabens &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Chttp://www.organicconsumers.org/bodycare/breastcancer090604.cfm%3E"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/bodycare/breastcancer090604.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.organicconsumers.org/bodycare/breastcancer090604.cfm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (Methyl and Propyl and Butyl and Ethyl, etc), 1,4-dioxane, selenium sulfide, coal tar and coal tar colors (Includes FD&amp;amp;C and D &amp;amp; C colors, especially blue 1 and green 3.), toluene, any word containing "phenyl...", resorcinol, hydroquinone, BHA, thimerosal, aluminum powder/Starch/ Octenylsuccinate, petroleum byproducts...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, that's not too hard to remember, right?  Just avoid the above ingredients.  Write them down or print them out.  Look through all of your products, check the ingredient lists.  When you go shopping bring your list and read every label... I know, crazy, right?!  Well, that's just what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started turning over products and reading labels, I ended up with an empty makeup bag, a bare bathroom, and a garbage bag full of products.  Then I thought, shoot I have nothing left, and not enough money to buy more stuff.  Well, most of the stores I buy from guarantee their products, so seeing as how I was not satisfied, I returned what I could.  With a little help from "The Campaign for Safe Cosmetics", I included a letter to each of the companies, stating my dissatisfaction with their products.  I also asked them to commit to manufacturing safer cosmetics.  Let me just say that Victoria's Secret is the one of the number one companies and brands of concern on the Cosmetics Safety Database.  They were my first stop.&lt;br /&gt;(Want to check your favorite products or brands?  &lt;i&gt;Check out&lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/"&gt; www.cosmeticsdatabase.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just tell me what to buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;eriously, who has time to read labels?  I really don't either!  However, when something grabs my attention like this does, I simply cannot ignore it!  I HAVE to find out more information, more FACTS!  Then, I either dismiss it (if it's just a bunch of hype), or address it.  I just have this "thing"... I get passionate about something and it utterly consumes me!  But hey, now all of you can benefit from my hours of research!  You just want to grab it and go, right?!  I've got oodles of recommendations for you, but let's just start with a few reputable companies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% Pure  &lt;a href="http://www.100percentpure.com/"&gt; www.100percentpure.co&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100percentpure.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;Aubrey Organics&lt;br /&gt;Almay Pure Blends (Pure Blends ONLY)&lt;br /&gt;Avalon Organics&lt;br /&gt;Alba&lt;br /&gt;Afterglow Cosmetics  &lt;a href="http://www.afterglowcosmetics.com/"&gt;www.afterglowcosmetics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;BareMinerals   &lt;a href="http://bareescentuals.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;www.bareescentuals.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;Beauty Without Cruelty&lt;br /&gt;Burts Bees&lt;br /&gt;California Baby&lt;br /&gt;Desert Essence&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Bronner's&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Weil&lt;br /&gt;Earth's Best&lt;br /&gt;Giovanni&lt;br /&gt;Jane Iredale   &lt;a href="http://www.janeiredale.com/"&gt;www.janeiredale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;Jason Natural Cosmetics&lt;br /&gt;Juice Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Kiss My Face&lt;br /&gt;Lily of the Desert&lt;br /&gt;Miessense   &lt;a href="http://www.miorganicproducts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.miorganicproducts.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;Mill Creek&lt;br /&gt;MyChelle  &lt;a href="http://www.mychelle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.mychelle.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mychelle.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;Nature's Baby Organics&lt;br /&gt;Origins   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.origins.com/"&gt;www.origins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physicians Formula Organic Wear  (Organic Wear ONLY)&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Shea Terra Organics   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.sheaterraorganics.com/"&gt;www.sheaterraorganics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;Shikai&lt;br /&gt;Spry&lt;br /&gt;Toms of Maine&lt;br /&gt;Weleda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;So, now you're enlightened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know, I know, you're overwhelmed, right?!  I was too at first, and the quote "ignorance is bliss"... no, no, don't think like that!  You want to be informed, you want safe products, you and your precious family deserve the best!  Don't waste your money on cheaply made products, full of toxic cancer causing chemicals!  Hey, I'm going to make it easy for you to clean out your closet, er makeup bag!  Your skin will feel better, look better, and you will BE healthier once you rid yourself of these toxins!  Now go on, toss it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be working on an organized list of my favorite products and brands with prices for every budget.  That way, when you need something, you can check this out and know what to buy!  Look for it in the next newsletter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;*This information is provided by the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Campaign for Safe Cosmetics  www.safecosmetics.org &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecosmetics.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.safecosmetics.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin Deep's Cosmetics Safety Database  www.cosmeticsdatabase.com &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breast Cancer Fund  www.breastcancerfund.org &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.breastcancerfund.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.breastcancerfund.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Before You Pink (A project of Breast Cancer Action)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://thinkbeforeyoupink.org/"&gt;http://thinkbeforeyoupink.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Environmental Working Group  www.ewg.org &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.ewg.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.ewg.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organic Consumers Association &lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.organicconsumers.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7503525891092514894?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7503525891092514894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/guest-bloggerlori-products.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7503525891092514894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7503525891092514894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/guest-bloggerlori-products.html' title='Guest Blogger.....Lori {products}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4495364302_7f9aeb653c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2934502024834949658</id><published>2010-04-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:46:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a roll, so let's just go with it! {contests}</title><content type='html'>I was announced second place in a photo contest yesterday for a photo I took of my favorite Bend, OR teacher.    It was for a seniors, 50+ beautiful faces of Central Oregon.   (Yeah me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on a roll, I thought I would try my luck at a national level for a cover contest from my favorite photography magazine, Professional Photographers.  While voting isn't what determines the winner, I'd love to get all of you to vote.  Please follow the link, and if you don't choose mine, find your favs!   &lt;a href="http://www.ppmag.com/cover-contest-2010/vote/1815/"&gt; Vote for me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love and support and I will keep you all posted!  Someday you'll all be able to say.... "I knew her when!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2934502024834949658?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2934502024834949658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-on-roll-so-lets-just-go-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2934502024834949658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2934502024834949658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-on-roll-so-lets-just-go-with-it.html' title='I&apos;m on a roll, so let&apos;s just go with it! {contests}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-3000967528987992637</id><published>2010-03-31T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:43:10.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone can use a little makeover {personal}</title><content type='html'>A few months back Taylor was home from school sick.  It was another rainy, wet and cold day, that I spent strapped to my computer, and almost obsessively checking and re-checking my Facebook -page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of one of the local parenting magazines, and happened to notice an online makeover contest they were offering.  Taylor walked by as I voiced the fact that I need a makeover and would love to win that.  I also want to be on the show "What NOT to wear" and we jokingly say we need to enter my Mom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4480416118/" title="TNPMakeover-018 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4480416118_7c42eea459.jpg" alt="TNPMakeover-018" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before....not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone woman in her "rut" of normal life could use a good pick-me-up at one time or another, but I never have had much luck and winning is usually not something I do very often.  Taylor asked me to forward the notice to her...I had a slight inkling she was up to something and I thought it was cute for her efforts.  Never once did I think I really would win.  I actually had forgotten very quickly about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a copy of the letter written by my girl.  Unedited in all it's glory, she was sweet to be sure to mention that I DON"T feel pretty and could totally use on of these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Taylor Alderin, I am entering this contest for my mom because my mom means so much to me and she spends so much time taking care of me and my little sister and making sure we are happy or that we are in good schools getting good grades.  I think you should pick my mom for this contest because she is a great person and she never feels like she is beautiful on the outside my mom does feel pretty on the inside but her raising 2 kids on her own has been getting very hard for our family and i feel like if you were to choose her to get the makeover then maybe she would be more confident in raising me and my sister she never has time for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another great reason is that she works very hard but she never has the money to buy new clothes for her or new makeup so she is always unhappy with how she looks but if she were to get this she would look in the mirror and say"wow today i look beautiful" and that would make me smile every time she says it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the last reason you should pick my mom is because its so hard for me and my sister to every morning have to tell my mom over and over again that she looks great and she never believes us so i think if you guys would give her this chance to be happy for along time then our family might run a little smoother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, I was in appointments, being asked to try on outfits that were slightly "out of my comfort zone" and meeting some amazing women who just wanted to spoil us.  Leah, the other winner and I became instant friends.  We cried together, laughed, and drank mimosa's in the hotel bathroom together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many wonderful sponsors, who without, the experience would not have been manageable.   One of the many reasons I love Bend, all the support in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend so much time with work and the kids, taking care of other people, I forget what it's like to be pampered.  I had a great time, and am so blessed to have been able to participate.  Day one of the makeover was hard.  I loved the manicure, and I had great visions of video taping the trying on of clothes like you see in all the movies...trying on hats, and crazy outfits and in the end making a funny, entertaining movie.   This isn't exactly how that day went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remind you...this was AWESOME!  As I tell the next part, remember that....I had SO much fun.  I was nervous, and excited.  Kaci and I met Leah and our stylist Astacia down at one of the consignment shops in town, a funky store in the Old Mill.   There had been outfits in my size pulled out for me to try on, with accessories to accompany the pretty new clothes.  A huge pile of clothes lines the dressing room walls, and for a control freak like myself, I was pleasantly surprised at the  selection.  I know my body, I know what looks good on me and I know how hard it is to find pants long enough for my 5'10" frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch all those makeover shows on TV and always roll my eyes as they all cry about their clothes or the cutting of the hair.  It's just clothes people...hair grows back.  What I didn't expect is that in actuality when you loose all control over such simple things, there is bound to be some kind of emotion.  The same is true for me.  I didn't' expect to get so emotional, and I think I hid it well, but I am not too proud to admit I broke down.  I had my moment of weakness in the dressing room, among the piles and piles of clothes, dresses, pants, shirts, all too small, too short, and too tight.  The "not working" pile was now larger than the almost non-existent "kinda working pile.  Before I knew it I was knee deep in tears and the fun movie montage of our experience was not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think I had tried on everything possible outfit and separate  in my size, it was time to move on to the next store.  Frustrated and feeling overwhelmed by the possibility that this photo shoot would be much less than perfect, I ventured to the next store with our stylist.  Leah came along for support, she of course being nothing over 5 feet and absolutely adorable, had found her first outfit to work out for her.  Everyone was patient with me, and while I'm sure I hid things perfectly, I doubt most of them even noticed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second shop was a find for me.  The whole time my perfect fitting outfit awaited me on the hangers of this particular store.  It fit like a glove and soon enough the smile was back on my face and I anxiously awaited the hair portion of my makeover.   As I am constantly changing my hair, this is one area that did not scare me.  Until I found out that I didn't get a say in cut, color, or ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in good hands, and in the end realized that hair grows back...in the end, I wish that weren't the case.  I love the cut and want it to stay forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is a blur, mimosas in the bathroom, flashes going on off in every direction and I have to admit,  I felt like royalty.  While I still feel absolutely gigantic next to the tiny little 5 foot nothing Leah, I'm pleased with the pictures.  This is another area difficult for me.  I'm used to being behind the camera, making decisions on lighting, posing, and anything else that comes along.  I don't like being photographed, and as much as I try to convince all of the gorgeous women I photograph, that EVERYONE is beautiful ( I do truly believe this) There is something that happens in my head where I, Tambi Lane, am the exception to this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did learn that day, is I'm loved.  I had a great friend of mine Kimberly Teichrow taking the pictures, she of course wants me to look my best and will do her job to make sure I do.  To not be able to throw out "the bad one's" was hard, to let someone else choose my photo was excruciatingly painful. But in the end...I look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't' regret a minute of the experience.  Not even the part in the dressing room where I wanted to crawl out the back door and straight to the gym in hopes that 10 minutes on the treadmill would take care of those few extra pounds I've been stashing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to feel like a princess and we should all have our five minutes of fame.  I got to have mine documented on video and in print for the people of Bend to stare at for the next two months.  Thank you so much to everyone who made this possible.  In the end, I actually did feel pretty on the inside...and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my girl, for loving me and wanting me to be happy. I guess maybe I am doing something right with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4480416164/" title="TNPMakeover-071 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4480416164_2344157aa5.jpg" alt="TNPMakeover-071" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4480416126/" title="TNPMakeover-158 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4480416126_0497f54a01.jpg" alt="TNPMakeover-158" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting my color done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4480416178/" title="TNPMakeover-625 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4480416178_67b7c48e53.jpg" alt="TNPMakeover-625" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the MANY "afters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4480416132/" title="TNPMakeover-717 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4480416132_8d562bed21.jpg" alt="TNPMakeover-717" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final product that will be in various locations ALL over town....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4480416112/" title="26612_10150153454100487_94607795486_11621993_1577061_n by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4480416112_cacbf2bb2c_o.jpg" alt="26612_10150153454100487_94607795486_11621993_1577061_n" height="720" width="558" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/379490274225"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/379490274225" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/tambialderin/Desktop/26612_10150153454100487_94607795486_11621993_1577061_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3000967528987992637?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3000967528987992637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyone-can-use-little-makeover.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3000967528987992637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3000967528987992637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyone-can-use-little-makeover.html' title='Everyone can use a little makeover {personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4480416118_7c42eea459_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5275958916412591739</id><published>2010-03-25T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:44:48.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>What would the world do with out sisters...{personal}</title><content type='html'>When I was young I always wanted sisters.  I was the only girl in my family of three children, and as many teen girls anyways feel, NO ONE UNDERSTOOD ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had someone to tell secrets too, someone to get fashion advice from, or someone to tell me all the secrets I needed to know to have a "normal" youth, when it came to boys.  This unfortunately is something I was not blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my next stage of life I wished for girls, baby girls, two in fact.  They were going to be best friends who got along ridiculously well, tell each other everything and look as sweet as ever in their matching outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth was I thinking...I did get the two girls, but best friends is not what I have.  They are complete opposites.  Both unique and fun in their own ways.  Through what used to be the source of constant heart break for me, something at one point in my life, I wasn't sure I would actually live through, I inherited two "other" girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt; father graced with world with a "few" children.  Taylor being the oldest, she also has two younger sisters, and now a brother, from her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, it was hard.  There were two other girls with his same eyes, and in your face similarities to my baby.  I could look into their tiny faces as see more of "him" in them then I could see in my own daughter.  (Now this is a blessing, I will admit, that she resembles me more than him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you that it was a tough year.  What I came to realize is that these same tiny faces, that resembled "him" didn't ask to be here, they didn't ask to be put in the middle of a mess, and what's "normal" these days anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my oldest daughter now has three sisters, two of which don't live with us, and a brother she's never met, but technically, these three children are as much a part of her as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaci&lt;/span&gt;, and should not be treated any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not perfect about the visits, but try often to see them.  They are two of the sweetest kids you'll meet, and they both absolutely, undoubtedly love their sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call a few weeks ago from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breyanna&lt;/span&gt;, the older of the two.  She's six, missing most of her teeth, and in the sweetest heartbreaking voice says this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tambi&lt;/span&gt;....I miss my sister, and I have the calendar in front of me with a few dates picked out.  I'm wandering if you can find time to come see me in the next month or two?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a S*&amp;amp;%$ would I be if I didn't pick the soonest date, rearrange a few plans and go see these two??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a little over 24 hours with the girls, and while it doesn't seem like a lot, it was a jam packed 24 hours.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Breyanna&lt;/span&gt; asked for something for when she misses her sister.  What better than a video, where those far away seem closer than they are, and at times if you close you eyes real tight, it might even feel like they are right there.  That a hug can happen at any minute and you can literally hear that giggly little laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/tambi.alderin?v=app_2392950137#%21/video/video.php?v=377427079225"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 5 years of loving two little beings, and having those tiny little things crawl up on my lap and snuggle themselves to sleep, all of the hurt just melts away.  It doesn't matter anymore that I didn't end up with the "normal" family I thought I needed.  All that matters is letting a bunch of silly, energetic, crazy girls; some with the same feet, or the same color eyes, or the same silly laughs be sisters, no matter what.  To love each other and know that it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that one day, when they are older and close, despite the distance that they grew up from each other, that the secrets will be told, the fashion advice will be given and that Taylor will feel some connection to her other half.  While it's a joy to be a part of their lives, and let them into ours, 24 hours is sometimes enough for me to remember that possibly I'm out of practice.  More than possibly, I AM out of practice.  The car seats and multiple trips to the bathroom, the constant hunger and naps that need to happen.  I'm used to my flighty lifestyle where I can, at the drop of a hat, do what I want, when I want, where I want, and how I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for 24 hours, or maybe a week, we'll give all of that up for a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Breyanna&lt;/span&gt;/ Zoe hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4463651300/" title="IMG_9251 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4463651300_26cc19a0e0.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4463649938/" title="IMG_9244 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4463649938_dbe50e1384.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5275958916412591739?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5275958916412591739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-would-world-do-with-out-sisters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5275958916412591739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5275958916412591739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-would-world-do-with-out-sisters.html' title='What would the world do with out sisters...{personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4463651300_26cc19a0e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2157521500935494487</id><published>2010-03-18T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:25:45.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Popluarity {portraits}</title><content type='html'>Ever since Kaci got her hair died you'd think he had become a star.  There was a rush of girls the flew into her homeroom class Monday morning to see what all the fuss was about, and accusations like "Your only playing with her now cause she has cool hair"  My little fashion-ista almost started a riot in the halls with her perfectly quaff hair and bright shade of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she knew what to do with all of the attention, as she is not your typical attention hog.  She leaves that duty to her unbelievably, in your face, theatrical sister.   I told her to enjoy it and just remember who your friends are.  She needed the boost...lately she's had a rough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaci doesn't make friends easily.  She's a tom boy, but now at an age that if you play with a boy you must want to marry him. The girls either think she's weird, for her "unique" fashion trends, or she doesn't want to hang out with them for the drama and the constant chatter about "who likes who"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it that at 10 she has her head on straight and possibly we won't have the same issues as with Taylor.  Taylor's whole life revolves around who she wants to date, who wants to date her, or who her friends like.  It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second grade a new family moved into the school.  This school is unlike others in that you had to get in on lottery and hardly EVER does one of the "golden spots" open up in any grade other than kindergarten.  Once your in, your in, and families rarely leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family had a boy and girl, both in my kids classes.  Every year there seems to be one particular child that your child has tough time with.  Well, unfortunately for Kaci this family, or rather, this families sweet girl was it for her.  I always tell her to give people a chance, they might surprise you when you get to know them.  As I mentioned before...she's a stubborn child and this was not what she wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few years Kaci and Vanessa stayed away form each other.  The small complaints, of " I just think she doesn't like me" or "She's a girly-girl Mom" started to become fewer and I started to notice that they two girls were finding some similarities this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both avid crafters, they worked on several projects together and Kaci started to discover that Vanessa was either not the girly-girl she had previously thought, or maybe V was just coming into her own.  Whatever is what....they have found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaci came home from school the other day, talking about Vanessa. They've spent allot of time together over the last few months with trips to the library after school and had one play date last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I'm about to tell you has to be kept in complete secrecy.  but it's just too cute not to share.  Kaci says she has a new best friend!  Her and Vanessa talked and discovered neither of them  has ever had a best friend, so, I think it was Vanessa, asked if they could be best friends.  They have allot in common, crafting, an older sibling, silly, sweet, creative, being raised by single mothers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of spending the entire day with them yesterday.  It was so fun for me to see her connect with another person that way.  They tease each other and no one gets hurt, they are both sarcastic at the right times, and their fashion statements are very similar.  I hope that Kaci and Vanessa find themselves to be long time friends, they'll be good for each other.  Plus I like her mom, so that's a benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kaci came to the realization that unlike a few of the other girls in her class, that Vanessa actually played with her pre- makeover, the two girls wanted to do a "friend" photo shoot together.  They had the best time yesterday picking out crazy outfits and getting ready.  Vanessa loved it.  She's a ham for the camera, and was so gracious to me for doing it.  She kept saying how much fun she had, and I love to hear that in a 10 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her's a few from the day...look at these two, they are just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443159077/" title="IMG_9011 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4443159077_5d0e7681b5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9011" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443158987/" title="IMG_9038 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2767/4443158987_a4368168c4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9038" height="640" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443158907/" title="IMG_9057 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4443158907_fe97f52034_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9057" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443930596/" title="IMG_9076 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4443930596_5e95e83253_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9076" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443930654/" title="IMG_9070 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4443930654_0e40b34d9b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9070" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanessa's hair pieces are "fake" but she sure does look good...Kerry???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443930500/" title="IMG_9082 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4443930500_d8273ab4f7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9082" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Love, Love this one!  Look at that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443158523/" title="IMG_9096 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4443158523_f39e575ab1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9096" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443158455/" title="IMG_9109 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/4443158455_397f274e14_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9109" height="414" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443158149/" title="IMG_9146 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4443158149_9d21d841a2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9146" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4443930204/" title="IMG_9117 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4443930204_a633a8db52_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9117" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps...the glasses, well those are fake too.  But they wanted to match...isn't that cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2157521500935494487?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2157521500935494487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-miss-popluarity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2157521500935494487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2157521500935494487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-miss-popluarity.html' title='Little Miss Popluarity {portraits}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1899232973411214311</id><published>2010-03-17T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:16:21.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Wenzel + I Heart Faces= Awesome Opportinites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/2010/03/amy-wenzel-workshop-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/S6FRVnIjG7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/m9dGSxwth6Q/s400/WorkshopGiveaway3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449726455818951602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year around new years I think of things that I want to change.  Things I want to do different..you know...the typical "new years resolutions"  This year was no different.  I did not choose the gym, I chose, for me, a more attainable, less frustrating approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wear earrings.  The dangle-y kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 holes in my ears, I wear small, unnoticeable hoops everyday. They are silver, they go with everything.  I never take them out, and most days I forget they are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Enter everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one to win much.  I think mostly I have bad luck, although now this seems to be changing.  I figure the odds have to change if I enter everything that inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to my post.  I have found yet another contest.  This time it is for a seat at a workshop, by an amazing photographer &lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/2010/03/amy-wenzel-workshop-giveaway.html"&gt;Amy Wenzel, and I Heart Faces.&lt;/a&gt;  Most of these contests out there, or scholarship opportunities want us to dig deep and tell our story.  So this is what I must do.  Tell my story.  Some of you may have heard it, some may think you know it, but this is it, in 600 words or less, this is how I found my passion, and why I love to do what I know I am meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/tambialderin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal.dotm&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;577&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;2484&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:company&gt;photography by Tambi Lane&lt;/o:Company&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;56&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;2&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;4043&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;12.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridverticalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was 2002; I was a mother of two small girls. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I closed the door on one chapter of my life, wandering what would happen in the weeks to come. I finally made the choice to leave a bad marriage and start a life for my girls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;high school, I took a photography class. My teacher thought I had "potential" and encouraged me any way he could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved being in the darkroom, loosing myself in my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I moved back to Oregon, after my divorce, I had stayed home for many years. At 27, I literally had no skills. My mother knew a photographer who said he'd meet with me. I scrambled to put anything that looked good into some kind of presentation and met with him at his studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he met with me to humor my mother, but was pleased with what he saw, especially knowing that other than a High School class, I was becoming a self taught photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have worked along side many talented and encouraging photographers. I read books, and learned what I could. I ventured the daunting task of studio lighting, with help of a great friend, and decided one day...I WILL be a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the advice of a local woman, I made business cards and put a website together. Work was slow, in the beginning and many days I was discouraged thinking this "dream" of mine would never become reality. How many single mothers, barely making it, working full time one day just decide they WILL be a photographer and actually have that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change my thinking. This was not the attitude of a professional, and I was determined to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to go full time professional was forced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was laid off from my job, and the market was scarce. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange part is, the whole time; I know someone/thing has been watching out for us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There has not been one day that we aren't blessed by our opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long way to go, but being able to provide for my family, doing what I love, and in turn blessing other people with meaningful images, has been the best the thing that has happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to live the life I dreamed of, and only hope that through the years I can continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I stumbled upon Boudoir photography, which has been amazing to watch what has happened through my lens. I've seen women find themselves again, remember they are beautiful, and watch women that never really thought they had any greatness, find it in an hour session. In the beginning of my Boudoir adventure, I was foolish to think I was actually the one making the difference. . What happened, is that these women have actually helped me. They took this self-conscious girl, the one that still thinks of herself as the quiet girl that no one notices, and let me show the world why I'm here. As I strive to convince all of these women they are beautiful, they actually are teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I am able to photograph changes me bits at a time. I see myself in them, I realize they are me. We teach each other that feminine beauty is more than skin deep, and everyone has something to give. No matter what size, shape, color, or marital status, each woman is unique, yet we always find a common denominator. We all need to be reminded why we are here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love seeing how photography has changed my life, and that of my girls, as well as all of the special families I come in contact with.  I know I am blessed, lucky if you will, and I want to continue to live out my dream.  I enjoy seeing the world with different eyes now, and instead of wishing I had done things different, I now know I did them just the way they were meant to be.  Congratulations to whom ever this opportunity goes to, may you find your passion if you have not already done so, and continue to bless your selves and those around you with your perception of the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1899232973411214311?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1899232973411214311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/amy-wenzel-i-heart-faces-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1899232973411214311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1899232973411214311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/amy-wenzel-i-heart-faces-awesome.html' title='Amy Wenzel + I Heart Faces= Awesome Opportinites'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/S6FRVnIjG7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/m9dGSxwth6Q/s72-c/WorkshopGiveaway3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2328623318508086724</id><published>2010-03-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:06:36.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicity'/><title type='text'>March Newsletter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have posted the March newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://us1.campaign-archive.com/?u=9f5167f26229adf23a28d16f0&amp;amp;id=30edf1cedd"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2328623318508086724?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2328623318508086724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-newsletter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2328623318508086724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2328623318508086724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-newsletter.html' title='March Newsletter'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6236452545343636745</id><published>2010-03-13T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:38:55.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Miss Kaci....Rockstar</title><content type='html'>Kaci is a stubborn child.  She doesn't like to do much, unless highly motivated, by candy, money or hair die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been having some major problems getting her motivated to get dressed, put on clothes, you know...all the necessities of getting one's self ready for a day of school.  There is alot of wandering around the house, looking for a shirt to literally jump out at her, or magically turn into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the magic potion.  Who would have thought letting your ten year old color her hair would make life so much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom never would have let me do such a crazy thing at 10, but this mom...well, I love it that she has personality and if Ronald McDonald red is what she wants, then by all means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Kaci down last night to get a cut and a few colored pieces in.  She looks so cute!  I was more than pleased with the way it looks.  I must say I was a bit hesitant on the bangs, but this girl can rock it!  She loves the hair and has even promised to keep it combed...WOW!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to celebrate such a joyous day, the day Miss Kaci, my tomboy, my skater chick, my non-dress wearing kid, wanted to put on a bright red skirt and totally rock the new hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4430551819/" title="IMG_8786 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4430551819_6b6bbca5c8_o.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="IMG_8786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4430551897/" title="IMG_8978 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4430551897_892a78647d_o.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="IMG_8978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4430552035/" title="IMG_8855 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4430552035_7beb1441b1_o.jpg" width="640" height="422" alt="IMG_8855" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4430551967/" title="IMG_8925 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4430551967_3412ccd8cc_o.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="IMG_8925" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4431388246/" title="IMG_8792 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4431388246_08686c6b0c_o.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="IMG_8792" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6236452545343636745?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6236452545343636745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-kacirockstar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6236452545343636745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6236452545343636745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-kacirockstar.html' title='Miss Kaci....Rockstar'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-976096980697995004</id><published>2010-03-10T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:07:22.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Some teachers are actually angels in disguise....{portrait}</title><content type='html'>When I was in fourth grade I had the most amazing teacher.  Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hildebrandt&lt;/span&gt;.   (I think that's how you spell it)  I remember she was beautiful and kind and when things were falling apart on the playground, she was always there to make us feel better.  Of all of my early childhood education, this is the teacher that sticks out in my mind.  I think of her fondly even today and when my children were young, I dreamed they would find their own "Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hildebrandt&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a year after we had moved to Bend.  Life was rough, and the girls, especially Taylor, were suffering from all of the drama that centered around her father.  Her first day at yet another new school, she was not all to thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's special "Miss H" came in the package of "Bettina".  A tiny and vibrant little thing, with silver hair and a personality that makes you love her the moment you lay eyes on her.  I instantly fell in love with this woman, and rightfully so.  She has the most beautiful spirit I have ever seen in another human.  She's modest and honestly does not do it for the glory.  She completely and honestly loves each of her students individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year especially I thank God for bringing Bettina in our lives.  She made changes in Taylor that i never thought I would see.  She brought out the wild personality, and sparkle in her eyes that the prior years had robbed her of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at our small little school knows Bettina, she is somewhat of an Icon in the Amity halls.  Not that all the other teachers go unloved, in fact they are the best group of educational professionals I have ever met.  There is just something special about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor was lucky enough to have Bettina one more year before her journey of Elementary school ended.  This time, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaci's&lt;/span&gt; turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for her that she gets to experience a year of school with such a great woman.  It will changer her...she's just a bit more stubborn than Taylor and taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; longer to see the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a woman, by most that meet her, that will be remembered for years to come.  One that they will look upon fondly for knowing her, and make these same people better for just having walked the same halls as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm putting too much pressure on this amazing lady, just ask the hundreds of other mothers in school, and the thousands before us....I am confident they will say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettina is one of those teachers that honestly does it, not for the glory, or the paycheck, but simply to make a difference. I feel honored to have met her, and have our family be a part of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that to say, I had the pleasure of photographing Bettina last week for a photo contest.  It's a seniors, over 50, photo contest.  I sat in a room with Bettina and another school Mom who happened to be there.  We all just had a conversation.  We talked about the kids a little, we enjoyed a few laughs, and I just watched.  I watched what happened when you got her talking about her kids.  These are not the kids she gave birth to, but the hundreds of kids that walk through her door and touch her life each year.  They are the same kids she remembers fondly for years to come, and the kids that she loves with everything she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I win or not, It was a pleasure to spend time with her, and just be in her presence.  She has a spirit that speaks louder than any other I know.  We enjoyed a glass on wine together, and all the while she is talking, she is lighting up that whole room.  If nothing else, I am honored to be able to give her something...everyone deserves to have a photo of themselves.  One that reaches in a captures their soul, their inner person, their true self.  It's a rare moment in time when the walls come down, and people relax enough to get exactly who they are....and this lady my friends, is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one I think is my favorite.  It's beautiful and quiet.  It's all about the eyes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4422959127/" title="IMG_7268 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4422959127_d3f478fac2_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a big Bettina laugh.  You can hear it ringing down the halls and guaranteed, you will start to laugh too....it's contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4423723762/" title="IMG_7213 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4423723762_e7ee1e09e7_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the one I call her kid face.  This is just the way she looks at all of her kids.  It's the look they get when you know she's interested in what they are saying...even if it's about the loose tooth they had three months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4422959287/" title="IMG_7234 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4422959287_92651f737a_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-976096980697995004?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/976096980697995004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-teachers-are-actually-angels-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/976096980697995004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/976096980697995004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-teachers-are-actually-angels-in.html' title='Some teachers are actually angels in disguise....{portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-967697454408394122</id><published>2010-03-08T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:46:28.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudior'/><title type='text'>I think I just saw Marilyn Monroe! {Boudoir}</title><content type='html'>When I say Hollywood Glam, Marilyn Monroe is who comes to mind.  She embodies Glam to me, and I love the old fashioned era and beauty!  Had I been able to find an old fashioned cigarette holder I would have been beyond ecstatic last weekend at my Hollywood Glam shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a room at the FABULOUS new Oxford Hotel.  The very second I saw the interior of this place I knew it just had to be photographed with gorgeous women draped all over the yummy comforters and sleek 40's inspired furnishings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another AMAZING group of women, I know I say that allot, but seriously....I get the best clients!  4 ladies set appointments to be photographed, a few stragglers just to see the hotel and my usual group of friends showed up to help out once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you show up to a Boudoir event you are certain you will have a good time, this area we are not lacking in.  You'll find a drink in your hands at all times, thanks to your own personal assistant for the evening....the one and only, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chantelle&lt;/span&gt;.  We have Bambi with hair and makeup, and as usual, she did an outstanding job with all of the ladies.  Some of which even set appointments for hair cuts later that night.  This girl is great, so if you happen to be in the market for a new stylist, go check her out over at &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?q=-&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;cid=2357427913255489971"&gt;Plethora.  &lt;/a&gt;Sophie is my lighting guru.  She says she doesn't do anything, but the combination of the two of us is magic and somehow the room is always cleaned up by the time the camera goes away. This time I even had dinner handed to me, hot soup and a super yummy salad before I could even throw myself into a chair to relax.  It's crazy to me how that happens when Sophie doesn't "do anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was relaxed and easy, and I'm pretty sure everyone involved had a ton of fun.  I got some gorgeous photos...these ladies always know how to work it, even the ones who say they don't know what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course had to stay the night, you know...since the room was paid for and all.  The beds were squishy and comfy.  The shower was spacious and warm and even the shampoo was wonderful.  Had I been able to wander up to use the sauna and hot tub, the evening would have been perfect.  I could have done with out the buzz saw in the bed next to me.  ( The kids met me around 12am for a sleep over, and Taylor snores like a old man)  The morning was easy and we were all sad to say good-bye.  I could totally get used to that lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the entire staff at The Oxford, from the front desk ladies who walked numerous guests to the elevator and never cussed me out. (at least that I know of...)  Every time they called to announce one of them, they always did it with a smile in their voice.  I'm sure after #5 THAT got annoying.  Thanks to our wonderful concierge's, Jason and James, for getting all of our gear and luggage safely to our room, even though we took up TWO carts, they were happy to do it...both ways!  Finally, thanks to Mr. Ben Perle for the tour and allowing all of us rowdy ladies take over the hotel...or at least floor #3.  We had a blast, and hope to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado....the ladies of the evening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9994622&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9994622&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9994622"&gt;What's Your Sexy?" { Hollywood Glam }&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3087172"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tambi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alderin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4418585958/" title="IMG_7762 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2759/4418585958_ce35a75ae6_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, love , love this next one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4418585884/" title="IMG_7769 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4418585884_b884427752_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4417820087/" title="IMG_8035 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4417820087_0f214bc991_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4417820007/" title="IMG_7405 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4417820007_603f8016f8_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4417819869/" title="IMG_7549 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4417819869_8806b7f205_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4418585478/" title="IMG_7458 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4418585478_5875b86a33_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4418585390/" title="IMG_8442 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2795/4418585390_2cc1244fae_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4417819643/" title="IMG_8544 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4417819643_f561769e42_o.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, many more fabulous, sexy, and way to HOT of photos to post to this blog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-967697454408394122?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/967697454408394122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-just-saw-marilyn-monroe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/967697454408394122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/967697454408394122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-just-saw-marilyn-monroe.html' title='I think I just saw Marilyn Monroe! {Boudoir}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1338667319885968989</id><published>2010-02-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:46:00.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsletters'/><title type='text'>February newsletter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://us1.campaign-archive.com/?u=9f5167f26229adf23a28d16f0&amp;amp;id=bf67ff4bf5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the February Newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not yet on our email list, please subscribe to the latest news around the office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1338667319885968989?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1338667319885968989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-newsletter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1338667319885968989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1338667319885968989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-newsletter.html' title='February newsletter'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5442493132004987186</id><published>2010-02-22T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:45:40.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Who knew I'd enjoy being second</title><content type='html'>When it comes to weddings I am usually alone.  I attend them alone and  I shoot them alone.  Its not that I don't want the help or wouldn't like someone to sit with.  I think I'm just used to doing most things...alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call the other day from a fellow photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.kimberlyteichrow.com/"&gt;Kimberly Teichrow&lt;/a&gt;, to assist her at a wedding in Sunriver.  Of course I wanted to go.  I love weddings and I also wanted to be the second shooter and work along side this lady.   I have only one other time in my life not been the main attraction when it came to weddings, at least as photographer.   I loved it the first time and thought I'd try it again.  All the pressure is off.  No one is watching you, making sure you are catching EVERYTHING, and you actually get to shoot the things that interest you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hard adjustment to make, but working with Kimberly was fun and easy, and I think she genuinely liked the company.  The couple was great, they had a sweet story of boy meets girl back in High School.  Boy and girl move on, have lives and reconnect after many moons and other children.   I love a good story about two people who were obviously always meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd show a few photos from the evening that I managed to get.  I have never shot at The Great Hall in Sunriver, and this place is GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4378977951/" title="IMG_6403 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4378977951_492207d53b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6403" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4379733358/" title="IMG_6430 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4379733358_05c3ab8ce2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6430" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4378977711/" title="IMG_6481 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4378977711_9e38a17499_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6481" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4379733188/" title="IMG_6505 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4379733188_1017c751a4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6505" height="710" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4379733114/" title="IMG_6588 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4379733114_0f212440d5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6588" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4378977443/" title="IMG_6562 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4378977443_639818c0b6_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6562" height="675" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly dark in there.  I need to get a better lens for shooting in such low light, but my favorite little 50mm 1.8 did pretty good.  I totally took advantage of the beautiful spotlights scattered throughout the Great Hall.  Couldn't have done it without that, or at least they wouldn't have been so dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5442493132004987186?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5442493132004987186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew-id-enjoy-being-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5442493132004987186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5442493132004987186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew-id-enjoy-being-second.html' title='Who knew I&apos;d enjoy being second'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4005640472872245401</id><published>2010-02-21T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:19:25.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Confindence at any size {Boudoir}</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things is photographing the "un-perfect" woman.  This is most of us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have something we don't like, something that makes us uncomfortable with ourselves.  One of the most attractive things is when you can find someone who looks past the few extra pounds, the wrinkles, or the crooked nose and just totally rocks a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Bend, one of my first friends here was an amazing gal named Amanda.  When I met Amanda she was more than a few pounds heavier than she'd like to be, but the confidence that oozed from this girl has always amazed me.  She is a great friend, and royal kick in the pants, and this girl...she is SEXY!  One of my all time favorite photos thus far is one of Amanda at her largest.  She just knows how to be herself no matter what.  I was always so impressed with her attitude towards life and herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4377306371/" title="AmandaIMG_0470 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4377306371_70b4e65003_o.jpg" alt="AmandaIMG_0470" height="800" width="533" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amanda has since moved away, but fortunately for me she moved to Arizona, where I still manage to get too quite often.  While I was there last week Amanda and I planned to get together for another photo shoot.  The last time I saw Amanda she was getting ready to achieve one of her greatest  goals.  Amanda lost 100 lbs, and looks AMAZING! Her sparkle is still there, the attitude I loved is still there, and when you are around this girl, you can't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had the great pleasure of working once again with this beauty.....I'm so proud of you girl.  Keep it up, and I hope you get to your ultimate goal!  Check these out!  Sorry boys, she is taken.  Amanda flew home to Bend on the same flight as the girls and I, so we had the pleasure of meeting her boyfriend.  After a weekend of meeting the parents, this hottie, is now completely and utterly taken.  She is engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4378027998/" title="IMG_5397 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4378027998_753d015aae_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5397" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4377277921/" title="IMG_5458 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4377277921_32b0a383e4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5458" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4378027734/" title="IMG_5281 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4378027734_5a71b6c531_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5281" height="675" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4377277667/" title="IMG_5260 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4377277667_c6b25563d7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5260" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4377277571/" title="IMG_4981 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4377277571_392806a5ec_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4981" height="450" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4377277419/" title="IMG_5034 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4377277419_a2433db167_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5034" height="675" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4005640472872245401?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4005640472872245401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/confindence-at-any-size.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4005640472872245401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4005640472872245401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/confindence-at-any-size.html' title='Confindence at any size {Boudoir}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-804117378713990132</id><published>2010-02-18T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:19:07.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>Who gets married in 48 hours! {weddings}</title><content type='html'>Every year the local radio station holds a contest, "Wedding on a Whim" The lucky chosen couple gets 48 hours to say their I do's.  An entire wedding package is graciously donated including catering, flowers, venue, dress and tux rentals and photography...just to name a few.  This is my second year donating my time to The Peak 104.1 for their fun Valentines contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couples have been awesome to photograph and are always ready for whatever crazy thing I throw at them.  This particular couple was a blast.  We took photos on the roof of the Phoenix Inn in downtown Bend, took over the streets of Minnesota Ave and ran in into one of my favorite coffee shops for a quick window view opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations Gretchen and Ryan, may your lives be as fun as your wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4368205373/" title="IMG_5514 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4368205373_3b1c19754b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5514" height="500" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4368205589/" title="IMG_5601 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4368205589_f1cd010036_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5601" height="750" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4368954074/" title="IMG_5654 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4368954074_86b751fa34_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5654" height="500" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4368954182/" title="IMG_5658 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4368954182_b029e7f201_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5658" height="500" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4368953992/" title="IMG_5670 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4368953992_ae4940ef5f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5670" height="500" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4368205469/" title="IMG_5537 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4368205469_acd0034da4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5537" height="475" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-804117378713990132?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/804117378713990132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-gets-married-in-48-hours.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/804117378713990132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/804117378713990132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-gets-married-in-48-hours.html' title='Who gets married in 48 hours! {weddings}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-637142183055019477</id><published>2010-02-14T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:18:10.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Arizona in 8 minutes</title><content type='html'>Here's a sneak peak at our Arizona trip.  One of Kaci's assignments for missing a week of school was to create a video of her experience.  This is what we came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9449760&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9449760&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9449760"&gt;Our Trip to Arizona&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3087172"&gt;Tambi Alderin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-637142183055019477?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/637142183055019477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/arizona-in-8-minutes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/637142183055019477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/637142183055019477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/arizona-in-8-minutes.html' title='Arizona in 8 minutes'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7955580403004418197</id><published>2010-02-10T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:17:50.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>10 Things to learn before you fly {personal}</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 10 Things I learned this morning….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#1&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t over pack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even when you have packed efficiently and everything fits nicely in your carry on luggage when you leave the house, be prepared for the security guards to pull ALL of your clothing and camera out of said carry on bag, and remember....things will NEVER quite go back as neatly as before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#2&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over feed children &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When taking young flyers make sure they eat more than one meal before leaving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if the flight you are taking is before the lunch hour kids will think you are starving them when you do not purchase the over priced “snacks” on-board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#3&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Liquor for parents should be complimentary when flying with young children&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If traveling with unseasoned flyers under the age of 13, complimentary drinks should be served to all accompanying adults.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This will keep the adults relaxed even when the minor children are hitting each other on the plane.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#4&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Homework on planes…no bueno&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do not ask your children to start their homework on a plane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will cause unwanted bad behavior and 2 LONG hours of fighting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#5&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sit in the middle seat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are traveling with two children, sit in the middle seat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This way you are able to reach either of them in a pinch…When seat belted in the child sitting at the window is just out of reach and will continue to taunt you because you are in public.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#6&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Travel with wheeled luggage&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The carry on you take should always have wheels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since you will most likely end up with all of the baggage, it might be wise to invest in nice wheeled bags, or at least a great masseuse…your choice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#7&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t drink too much coffee when flying.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The excitement of the trip may cause you to ingest more coffee than normal, especially when visiting with old friends who offer to drive you to the airport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Resist at any cost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will cause you to be abnormally “edgy” and impatient when traveling with young children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#8&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give you children a quick over view of why airlines have security. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This could keep them from stressing out when asked to remove shoes, or the thousand questions while standing in line, all the while very loudly yelling “I don’t have a gun….why is that guy going to search me!”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#9&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have a good attitude and stop stressing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The trip is going to be memorable no matter what.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sit back and relax.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give the kids the ipods,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;let them sing their hearts out and forget that you want to smack them for the talking back that has been going on for the past hour of the flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are tired and excited and as much as you want them to just behave and make your trip enjoyable….they just might not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This doesn’t mean you wont have fun, it just means you still might have to play Mom sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#10,&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;If all of the above seem to hard to overcome….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;leave anyone under the age of 15 at home, because traveling with children is an adventure all it’s own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At some point on the trip, you will still be glad you spent the extra money to bring them along…I’m still waiting for my moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7955580403004418197?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7955580403004418197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-to-learn-before-you-fly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7955580403004418197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7955580403004418197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-to-learn-before-you-fly.html' title='10 Things to learn before you fly {personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5460614854714884491</id><published>2010-02-03T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:58:01.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket Philanthropist</title><content type='html'>As a photographer I come across some very talented and passionate people.  One of my favorite women in the industry is Me Ra Koh.  She is also the same woman who offered the scholarship I entered, not too long ago.  I am a regular subscriber to her blog, and this morning she sent out &lt;a href="http://www.merakoh.com/2010/02/03/meet-my-little-brother-pocket-philanthropist/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MeRaKohPhotographyBlog+%28Me+Ra+Koh+Photography+Blog%29"&gt;this....&lt;/a&gt; Please take a few minutes to&lt;a href="http://www.refresheverything.com/PocketPhilanthropist"&gt; vote&lt;/a&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a few minutes to read her words and vote for this amazing idea.   We need more people like Shawn and Nate in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mucq2s4VANw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mucq2s4VANw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5460614854714884491?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5460614854714884491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/pocket-philanthropist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5460614854714884491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5460614854714884491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/pocket-philanthropist.html' title='Pocket Philanthropist'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-965928592262085085</id><published>2010-02-02T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:16:02.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please.......{contest}</title><content type='html'>And the winner is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gwen DeBernardi for her great submission of "Behind the Bedroom Door"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gwen!&lt;br /&gt; Please contact me to set up your FREE photo session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for some big changes over the next year!&lt;br /&gt;2010 will be an exciting year,&lt;br /&gt;so keep in touch, keep visiting the site,&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt; subscribe to the blog for the latest and greatest news of Tambi Lane Photography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-965928592262085085?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/965928592262085085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/drum-roll-pleasecontest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/965928592262085085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/965928592262085085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/drum-roll-pleasecontest.html' title='Drum Roll Please.......{contest}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-3271976246391223033</id><published>2010-01-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:51:29.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>Name that Boudoir!</title><content type='html'>I put up a contest a few days ago to re-name the Boudoir portion of my business.  The name I have been using, which fits perfect is already taken, by a Boudoir photographer no less...no wander it's prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free session is guaranteed to the winner. Anyone in the Bend and Salem Oregon areas, who want to submit and wow me with their creativity is welcome to email me a submission.  Find me on Facebook, email me at tambilane@msn.com, find the new website and email me there...just find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great and creative entries so far.  Here is the list, let me know your favorites, and lets see who the winner of a fancy 1 hour session with ME will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Behind the Bedroom Door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crave desire*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncork your sexy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Frame your desire!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reveal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Delicious Splendor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lush* or *Luscious Splendor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sumptuous Beauty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathless Beauty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Let Your Sexy Out!"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hot like that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sexy like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hot like me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My sexy Place*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Sexy Self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sexy At My Best*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sexy Done Best*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Doin My Sexy thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sexy That Way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Sexy Ways*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Struttin My Sexy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's My Way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Way About Me *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tastefully Taken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*your eyes only*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*unbuttoned* (kinda like unplugged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*simply me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me, which one you LOVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3271976246391223033?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3271976246391223033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-that-boudoir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3271976246391223033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3271976246391223033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-that-boudoir.html' title='Name that Boudoir!'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-723837079299015008</id><published>2010-01-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:56:57.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Pin-Up party!</title><content type='html'>Most of you may know that last weekend I put together, (with the help of many willing friends) another Boudoir party.  The theme this month was Pin-up.   Every woman's idea of pin-up was different, and fabulous, they all braved the camera and we had an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of preparation, turning a simple backyard shop into a 50's pin-up studio, but I think we did a fantastic job.  Thanks Sophie and Brian for all of your wonderful help and the use of your incredibly perfect truck and camper.  Yes, we actually had real vintage props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted by the time the women started showing up, but we got the music going and the drinks flowing, and before you know it, we were ready to rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous hair and makeup lady.  None other than my favorite "Rock a Billy" chick, Bambi.  I know everyone was blown away by their transformation.  Thank you Bambi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...moving on.  I'm in the process of making a short video for all of you to see what actually goes on at one of these parties.  I promise you it is not as intimidating as some of you may think.   Everyone tells me after giving them a drink and a few minutes, with the energy of the room you forget you may be nervous and it is something they will definitely do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 women total, and a few that sneaked in later since they are always so willing to help out, (without compensation I might add) so you can imagine after 5 hours of shooting I was a bit spent at the end of the night.  Can you believe I was actually photographing until 12:30 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some great photos, I knew I would.  These ladies are all so beautiful!  Not only on the outside, but the inside too.  This is the part of the night I love.  Meeting new fabulous women, who are there for all types of different reasons, but reaching one goal.  We are all there to remind ourselves that no matter what size, shape, or comfort level, everyone there has some sexy!  As women we need to remind ourselves that a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without further adieu.   Here are a few of those lovely ladies I've been bragging about all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4292850623/" title="IMG_2037 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2037" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4292850623_ed31b586d3_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4293592960/" title="IMG_2066 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2066" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4293592960_36afee4c41_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4292850727/" title="IMG_2017 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2017" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4292850727_b7c22a33a1_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4293593264/" title="IMG_1995 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1995" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4293593264_df9e704e8f_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4292850449/" title="IMG_1598 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1598" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4292850449_3890faecc0_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4293592792/" title="IMG_1641 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1641" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4293592792_7c70e8e76e_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4292850257/" title="IMG_1661 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1661" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4292850257_fdca559f75_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4292850057/" title="IMG_1670 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1670" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4292850057_fcb5eb5aaa_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4292849875/" title="IMG_1681 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1681" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4292849875_5cd6a4acee_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now those are some HOT ladies...right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9139794&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9139794&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9139794"&gt;"What's Your Sexy?"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3087172"&gt;Tambi Alderin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up to date so you don't miss the next party....Hollywood Glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-723837079299015008?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/723837079299015008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/pin-up-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/723837079299015008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/723837079299015008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/pin-up-party.html' title='Pin-Up party!'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-8866605475120840752</id><published>2010-01-07T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:48:33.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to SOAR!</title><content type='html'>I'm am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nervous&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;anxious&lt;br /&gt;enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;trying to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention nervous and excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...sometime, (the counter is to your left) the announcement of the &lt;a href="http://www.soarwithmera.com/"&gt;SOAR!&lt;/a&gt; scholarship winners will be given.&amp;nbsp; Three lucky, and very worthy women's lives will change tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I have been watching many of the video entries, and let me tell you....the competition is strong.&amp;nbsp; They all have a dream, very similar to mine, and the talent to stand behind it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankfull I'm not the one choosing the winners.&amp;nbsp; Where would I even start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope and pray I am one of the three chosen.&amp;nbsp; I promise to use this gift to my fullest ability and learn all I can in the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a &lt;a href="http://mandalayogabend.com/"&gt;womens circle&lt;/a&gt; last night that I have been attending.&amp;nbsp; It was a small group, only four of us, and only one woman I did not know.&amp;nbsp; I'm usually quiet and sit and listen, it's my quiet time, away from the kids, the noise, the TV, and computer.&amp;nbsp; I love to hear the stories being shared and learn quietly from them what pertains to my life as it is.&amp;nbsp; Last nights discussion was on your hearts desires.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Perfecting your hearts desire and knowing that they come from a divine place, and not always in the form YOU think they should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want, I know I was given a gift, that I have to use.&amp;nbsp; Photography for me is like air.&amp;nbsp; I have to have it.&amp;nbsp; There is so much "crap" in the world most of the time, and photos, to me, show that there is still good, there is beauty in everything.&amp;nbsp; I have learned to look at the world thou my viewfinder.&amp;nbsp; Everything is a photograph to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my style.&amp;nbsp; It's a little vintage, a little rustic, emotional, RAW, and sometimes really girly....(although I am not.)&amp;nbsp; I look at a rundown decrepit building and see a perfect backdrop.&amp;nbsp; The more pealing paint the better.&amp;nbsp; The rustier the car/ truck/ building the better.&amp;nbsp; Then throw in a gorgeous woman in a beautiful vintage dress....ahhh......I'm in my own piece of heaven.&amp;nbsp; My favorite expression when I photograph is when I tell them to be still.&amp;nbsp; Something usually happens with the eyes, and there is more emotion in those two eyes than in one giant smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finding the beauty in every day things.&amp;nbsp; Emotion in a face you never knew was there.&amp;nbsp; Even pain in the eyes...it's real, it's honest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love giving people the gift of a photograph, to cherish forever and be past down from generation to the next.&amp;nbsp; I love finding the beauty in everyone, that some didn't even know they owned, or they think the few extra pounds we all have, has covered it up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to the other women in the circle last night, my hearts desire shifted, just a bit.&amp;nbsp; It used to be "just" taking pictures, and making my living doing so. I know I need to photograph, that was always clear.&amp;nbsp; I have enjoyed creating these boudoir nights and see what it is turning into, and the reaction on peoples faces when they see themselves.&amp;nbsp; I get so excited, not because it's me, and I love the compliments, (I'll admit it is a bonus, but not the driving force.)&amp;nbsp; But because in some strange way that photograph, the way I saw it at that moment seems to have an effect on this persons life.&amp;nbsp; It changes THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent so much of my life hating my looks, my height, my hair, and the list can continue, and now, by doing something I love, not only am I giving someone else a gift, but also healing myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to give the women the gift of loving themselves at this moment, for who they are, and where they have been, and where they will go through my photographs.&amp;nbsp; For the few extra pounds that says "I'm a REAL woman, I have faults and I have flaws, but I'm still sexy, beautiful, sensual, attractive...whatever "their" sexy is...hence the name of these events, &lt;a href="http://www.tambilane.com/"&gt;"What's Your Sexy?"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I want to continue to grow the business and find ways to reach my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope with &lt;a href="http://www.merakoh.com/"&gt;Me Ra's&lt;/a&gt; help, my goals will be reached sooner, and probably better than I can on my own, but even if I am not chosen, I learned&amp;nbsp; a lot from the experience.&amp;nbsp; I learned I'm not alone, there is an entire network of women out there who want the same things as I do.&amp;nbsp; Their dreams are real, and worthy, and they deserve it as much as I do.&amp;nbsp; I also learned that my hearts desire is strong enough, that no matter what, or how many years and struggles I face, I WILL do this...somehow,&amp;nbsp; because I have to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have to do it for my girls, and for myself.&amp;nbsp; Someone once told me I could never make any money taking pictures.&amp;nbsp; I've already proved them wrong, now I need to take it one step further.&amp;nbsp; I need to succeed not only for myself, but for the women I will touch with my lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not conceding just yet,&amp;nbsp; I'm holing out for divine power to take over and give me my dreams.&amp;nbsp; Then I'm going to run with it and fly...or &lt;a href="http://www.soarwithmera.com/"&gt;SOAR!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (depending on how tomorrow goes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-8866605475120840752?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8866605475120840752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown-to-soar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8866605475120840752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8866605475120840752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown-to-soar.html' title='Countdown to SOAR!'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6488293134356571659</id><published>2010-01-05T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:00:44.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicity'/><title type='text'>Starting the Year off right!</title><content type='html'>I got an email the other day from a local family news paper...rightfully dubbed....&lt;a href="http://www.cofamilynews.com/"&gt;"Family News"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sent in a few photos last year, early in the year for a cover contest.  At the time, I was not chosen to win, and I figured my photos just kinda got lost.   The editor let me know they had planned on using one of my photos to kick off the "cutest baby contest" for January's issue.  YEAH!  I'm pretty sure this is my first cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add another fun twist, the "cute baby" on the cover is a friends baby, so this was exciting for all of us.   Kaci shared my achievements with the ENTIRE school at Community Time this morning, I got claps, and hoots for over 200 people...it was actually pretty fun.  She was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2010!  The "Cute Baby" poster child, and too more cover shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4249429799/" title="100_0372 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_0372" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4249429799_efa2c6e765_o.jpg" height="600" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4250174548/" title="100_0370 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_0370" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4250174548_00732789eb_b.jpg" height="768" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4249398115/" title="100_0373 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_0373" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4249398115_1afbf1b595_b.jpg" height="768" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6488293134356571659?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6488293134356571659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-year-off-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6488293134356571659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6488293134356571659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-year-off-right.html' title='Starting the Year off right!'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4250174548_00732789eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-3732498549208314723</id><published>2010-01-05T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:09:57.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Silent Auction</title><content type='html'>At my children s school we have an annual silent auction.&amp;nbsp; It's actually a fun event with tons of great finds and many creative minds.&amp;nbsp; It's one event we love to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was approached in the hall by another parent to work on a project together for the auction.&amp;nbsp; Between the tow of us we can up with a very fun and original idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On two different VERY cold mornings, I climbed on the roof of the school and one by one photographed each of the classrooms in the grass surrounded by all the fun autumn leaves forming the words "Amity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little Photoshop help and plenty of time this is what we came up with.&amp;nbsp; It will b printed in one of my new favorite forms of displaying your photos, a float wrap, and will proudly flank the walls of the highest bidders house.&amp;nbsp; Our plan is to have each child or at least the teachers sign this one of a kind Amity Art.&amp;nbsp; It's finished size is 10x30 inches. This is one GIANT statement, and hopefully one Giant paycheck for our community at Amity Creek Elementary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4249463554/" title="Amity10x30email by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Amity10x30email" height="300" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4249463554_c5cb762817_o.jpg" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3732498549208314723?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3732498549208314723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/silent-auction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3732498549208314723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3732498549208314723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/silent-auction.html' title='Silent Auction'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6305176179503586554</id><published>2010-01-03T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:57:08.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>"What's Your Sexy?"  Pin-Up style! {event}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to start the year out right!  I'm planning another Boudoir Photography Event, this time....Pin-Up.  I have arranged for a warehouse and an old vintage truck for the occasion.  This is something you will NOT want to miss.  Click the link below to see the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;65317 Saddle Rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tumalo, Oregon 97701&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5pm-9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call to schedule your appointments TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Limited to 6 appointments for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mypunchbowl.com/parties/733065-what-s-your-sexy-pin-up-style"&gt;Click to View Invitation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6305176179503586554?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6305176179503586554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-sexy-pin-up-style-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6305176179503586554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6305176179503586554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-sexy-pin-up-style-event.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s Your Sexy?&quot;  Pin-Up style! {event}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-8541163543536038807</id><published>2009-12-17T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:09:19.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>An Opportunity to SOAR! {contest}</title><content type='html'>A few weeks back I saw a blog post from one of my favorite photographers, &lt;a href="http://www.merakoh.com/"&gt;Me Ra Koh&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This woman is amazing in her craft, as well as her person.&amp;nbsp; She is always striving to give back, teach and share her love of people and photography any way she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came up with the SOAR scholarship program.&amp;nbsp; With the help of her partners, including, Sony, (Did I mention she is one of their spokes people) and many, many others, they have donated an amazing opportunity to (3) Three woman to succeed.&amp;nbsp; (If you want more information, please visit her website, &lt;a href="http://www.soarwithmera.com/"&gt;www.soarwithmera.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be prize after prize, to insure we are able to fulfill our dreams of becoming a photographer, and the tools to accomplish the world.&amp;nbsp; The three deserving women will be flown around the country to attend (4) of Me Ra's workshops, amongst many other chance of a lifetime opportunities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't enter contests.&amp;nbsp; In the past the odds have been stacked against me, and life takes over, my insecurities start working over my mind, and before I know it the deadline has past, and I think, "well....it wasn't meant to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, however, this was not the case.&amp;nbsp; NOTHING was getting in my way.&amp;nbsp; The MOMENT I saw this opportunity in front of me I went for it. I struggled with entering a video presentation of myself.&amp;nbsp; I hate being in front of a camera, and a motion picture camera...even worse.&amp;nbsp; I knew I had to do this.&amp;nbsp; The last time I felt this strongly about an opportunity is when I heard about Habitat for Humanity, and that did fall in my favor.&amp;nbsp; Besides, a little sleep, some extra time on the computer....it's all I had to loose, and I have so much to potentially gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest deadline is December 21st, my birthday.&amp;nbsp; What a better omen then that.&amp;nbsp; The three woman will find out on Januray 1st, 2010, that their lives will change forever.&amp;nbsp; I hope I'm on that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to open myself up for the world, and do it!&amp;nbsp; I will Soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my video submission....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/208979799225" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/208979799225" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-8541163543536038807?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8541163543536038807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/opportunity-to-soar-contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8541163543536038807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8541163543536038807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/opportunity-to-soar-contest.html' title='An Opportunity to SOAR! {contest}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-718360240383210657</id><published>2009-12-16T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:09:00.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>is it REALLY almost 2010?? {personal}</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone.&amp;nbsp; I know...New Years cards.&amp;nbsp; This time a year is a busy one for me, getting everyone's Christmas photos and cards off to the printer.&amp;nbsp; I barely find time to do any shopping.&amp;nbsp; So, New Years cards...it's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From our family to yours!&amp;nbsp; Happy 2010!&amp;nbsp; This going to be ONE FABULOUS year!&amp;nbsp; I can feel it!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4191652738/" title="New Years card front by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="New Years card front" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4191652738_f3fae436bc.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-718360240383210657?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/718360240383210657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-really-almost-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/718360240383210657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/718360240383210657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-really-almost-2010.html' title='is it REALLY almost 2010?? {personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4191652738_f3fae436bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-119109618313391076</id><published>2009-12-10T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:57:44.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>For the love of a build {event}</title><content type='html'>One of my very best girls, Miss Sophie P, is the director at the Restore.  If you have not heard of the amazing place, it is a recycled building materials and furniture store that benefits one of my favorite organizations, Habitat for Humanity.  This year the Restore is sponsoring one of the new builds off of Empire Dr, in Parkway Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie asked if I would come out this past Saturday and help build.  The Saturday builds are always a blast and with a big group of our friends heading out, I knew it was going to be a fun day.  It was fun, but the COLD weather had set in that week, and the group got smaller and smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make it out, and while it didn't take long to loose the feeling in my legs, and hands, we did have the best time.  I snapped a few photos and hoped no one would care I was taking a break from the hard work.  I was out there swinging a hammer, and lifting walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=c97bb1e5c4&amp;amp;photo_id=4175616538"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=c97bb1e5c4&amp;amp;photo_id=4175616538" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If any of you get the volunteer bug you should definitely check out Habitat.  They are a great organization and one very dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4175446920/" title="IMG_1131 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1131" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4175446920_b10739ce00_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Sophie, the "Big Boss" of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4174686169/" title="IMG_1132 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1132" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4174686169_b2ffe64a78_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and her hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4174685963/" title="IMG_1139 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1139" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4174685963_47d0641eff_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4174685829/" title="IMG_1158 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1158" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2777/4174685829_55210f61a7_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4175446290/" title="IMG_1164 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1164" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4175446290_a2dc917641_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little lovin' on the jobsite....you don't see this very often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4175446138/" title="IMG_1176 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1176" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/4175446138_e3e861106c_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4174685339/" title="IMG_1185 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1185" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/4174685339_8c4d14ba5f_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin, swingin' a hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4174684965/" title="IMG_1192 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1192" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2769/4174684965_6b2bcc6e2a_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4174684033/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="P1050750 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1050750" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4174684033_fdce3e0483_o.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-119109618313391076?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/119109618313391076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-build.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/119109618313391076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/119109618313391076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-build.html' title='For the love of a build {event}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5295491516449206104</id><published>2009-12-09T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:38:10.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>One cold and VERY snowy morning {portrait]</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I had the pleasure of photographing and visiting with a former employer.&amp;nbsp; I braved the snowstorm outside, and slowely worked my way over to the Kuhn house.&amp;nbsp; I worked in this couples office last year around this time, just before deciding to do my photography more full-time.&amp;nbsp; They were great!&amp;nbsp; I had a fun time, while they expected professionalism, it was a lighthearted and laughter filled work place. (except on billing days, but having Brandi in there with me, made the hair-pulling experience a bit more tolerable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas party last year is one I'll remember fondly.&amp;nbsp; Literally the BEST food I've had in a long time...these two know how to cook!&amp;nbsp; Homemade beer, and tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile the little one's would come in to say hello, pick us a few strawberries from the office garden and always make anyone around them smile..how can you not with those big grins and chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad even though I no longer work there, ( oh, and they did find the BEST office gal in town to replace me) that I can still keep in touch and see these little cuties grow up.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for thinking of me for your family photos, Kuhn family.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad you FINALLY used that Christmas gift I gave you last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171766625/" title="IMG_1224 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1224" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4171766625_ebb2494224_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4172521496/" title="IMG_1240 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1240" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4172521496_6dd9e9c9eb_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4172521238/" title="IMG_1242 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1242" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4172521238_88b597ede4_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171765841/" title="IMG_1265 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1265" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4171765841_bc6b79e989_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171765593/" title="IMG_1274 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1274" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4171765593_3037cf7751_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4172520416/" title="IMG_1281 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1281" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/4172520416_7d2822529c_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone with a toddler in the house needs a set of photos like these...It's real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171765195/" title="IMG_1315 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1315" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2803/4171765195_aa21981642_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171764999/" title="IMG_1326 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1326" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/4171764999_3ef6694773_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is always better with candy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171764803/" title="IMG_1330 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1330" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2777/4171764803_d5dfbfc106_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171764645/" title="IMG_1341 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1341" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4171764645_e3f685a8b1_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4171764491/" title="IMG_1383 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1383" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2777/4171764491_15161a7bb1_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4172519166/" title="IMG_1409 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1409" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4172519166_577e2b38e0_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4172518952/" title="IMG_1411 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1411" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2693/4172518952_e6e6851558_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rule during a Tambi Lane session..."you must ALWAYS end on a fun note...cupcake eyeballs included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5295491516449206104?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5295491516449206104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-cold-and-very-snowy-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5295491516449206104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5295491516449206104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-cold-and-very-snowy-morning.html' title='One cold and VERY snowy morning {portrait]'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-8823034228829735095</id><published>2009-12-08T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:37:57.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>The Christensen Clan {portrait}</title><content type='html'>While I was home for Thanksgiving this year, my mom asked me to take our family photo.&amp;nbsp; I guess the saying of the cobblers kids not having any shoes applies here.&amp;nbsp; We have not had a family photo in years.&amp;nbsp; I think I was in 8th grade, now I'm grown with kids of my own, and my mom said it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought out our color scheme, one my brothers would approve of.&amp;nbsp; We were fairly limited since the younger of the two will ONLY wear black, and sometimes a little white.&amp;nbsp; My mom was so excited...and then it rained.&amp;nbsp; My vision of our family in the field next to our house, the greenery of the Valley quickly died when it poured ALL day.&amp;nbsp; I did bring one of my backgrounds in case the weather was bad, but hoped I wouldn't have to use it.&amp;nbsp; This "boring" type of photography is just not my thing.&amp;nbsp; I wanted my mom to have the beautiful photos she dreamed of.&amp;nbsp; Plan B, was set into action, and as always, the boys can't be serious for one minute.&amp;nbsp; If they were cooperating, one of my unruly&amp;nbsp; children was making a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked by a few people to post these, to show off my family, since I show off all of yours, so here goes nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unruly Christensen Clan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4168898251/" title="IMG_9731 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9731" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4168898251_3477cc8868_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4168898409/" title="IMG_9708 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9708" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4168898409_de109b0505_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the best one that went on this years Christmas cards from my mother..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4168912795/" title="IMG_9715 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9715" height="446" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4168912795_53c9c5c39c_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-8823034228829735095?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8823034228829735095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/christensen-clan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8823034228829735095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8823034228829735095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/christensen-clan.html' title='The Christensen Clan {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4790031217716477899</id><published>2009-12-01T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:36:47.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>The world works in mysterious ways {portrait}</title><content type='html'>I was scouring town a few weeks back for some new fabric. I wanted a great piece of something...I just had to find it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My first stop...Hancocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around for awhile, they were fairly busy.&amp;nbsp; I had a few questions and patiently waited for someone, anyone to help me.&amp;nbsp; Finally a woman came by.&amp;nbsp; Cute little red head, with her very friendly smile, answered all of my questions and was eager to help in any way she can.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, I love finding someone so willing in a customer service position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got talking, she asked what I was making.&amp;nbsp; She was curious about the photography so I gave her my card and was on my way.&amp;nbsp; It had to have been later that week, I get an email from this same "customer service extraordinaire"&amp;nbsp; asking about family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a great idea to incorporate their family plane, this is a "prop" I have never used.&amp;nbsp; (Ok...bad joke, but you get it....right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the night.&amp;nbsp; I met Darin and her rambunctious family down at the Bend airport for their session.&amp;nbsp; We picked the perfect time of day, which Darin loves...Sunset.&amp;nbsp; Her boys have the best names in the world, I just love it!&amp;nbsp; (Auto and Jet)&amp;nbsp; They were so fun, and the older of the two was a little stubborn giving me his award winning smile.&amp;nbsp; But in the end I think I got and I had a great time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited for them to see their sneak peek, I hope she LOVES them.&amp;nbsp; I do!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Boys, you are great!&amp;nbsp; That little Jet is a ham.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again Darin for the call.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad I wandered into Hancocks that day.&amp;nbsp; You have an awesome family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151937298/" title="IMG_0050 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0050" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/4151937298_c20b63bae7_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151937690/" title="IMG_0039 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0039" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/4151937690_7a86a096ee_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151178255/" title="IMG_0075 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0075" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2646/4151178255_749668c442_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151936882/" title="IMG_0406 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0406" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4151936882_7909086e06_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151177791/" title="IMG_0096 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0096" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/4151177791_4ef041cb22_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151936202/" title="IMG_0013 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0013" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4151936202_4becc6dbe8_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my absolute favorites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151177613/" title="IMG_0435 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0435" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/4151177613_57968d4ace_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4151936372/" title="IMG_0418 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0418" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4151936372_05ea1bfd17_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4790031217716477899?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4790031217716477899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-works-in-mysterious-ways-portrait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4790031217716477899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4790031217716477899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-works-in-mysterious-ways-portrait.html' title='The world works in mysterious ways {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4475493747111238375</id><published>2009-11-30T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:48:23.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Some Gilberts never change {portrait}</title><content type='html'>This is the last post from my Holiday Mini sessions, and what a fun one it was.   I sent out a quick note a few weeks ago for the first person to call and book a session with me in Salem gets a $25 gift certificate.  One of the those fun incentives I love to throw out there every once in awhile.  Within minutes I get an email from an old friend....she was so cute, she says "I want that $25"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggled for days looking at scheduling possibilities, and nothing worked.  Between my schedule, her husbands work and the holiday trip they were taking, nothing was working.  We were going to be crossing paths on both ends of our trip, I was heading to Salem, they were coming near Bend.  Finally, due to some sort of miracle in the heavens, we made it work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lyle (the husband) in Junior High, but we didn't become friends until just after our High School graduation.  He was friends/ roommates with my ex-husband, so Lyle and I hung out often.  He was the one you call when you're in trouble, the one who will always make you laugh and a really good friend.    Angie I knew as well, she was a few years younger than I was, but we always had a good time together. One day, I think after Angie had broken up with a boyfriend,  I asked her if she like to hang out.  I brought her over to the guys house, introduced her to the "roommate" and apparently, the rest....well...is history.   They make the cutest couple, and have lasted through the years.  I love a good story like this one.  They were also the first to come visit me in the hospital after I had Taylor.  Shortly after Taylor, life took us to North Carolina, and I lost contact with most everyone from that other life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Facebook, they found me.  It had been 12 years since I saw either of them, they now have a very adorable red haired little girl, and are still happily married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very successful session in Eagle Crest, we headed back to the condo to catch up.  It was great to hear the stories I missed.   They asked a lot of questions about our lives, but what I really found out, is that some things never change.  Angie is still the sweet girl I knew at 15, her hair is a little darker, and she totes around a toddler now, but under all of those 15 years is an amazing woman, who is still kind and thoughtful.  Lyle will still make you laugh, and while he can usually say something off the wall and sometimes inappropriate, he's always there for a good laugh.  He's also still the guy people call when they need help, only now he gets to drive a car really fast, carries a gun and gets paid for it.  (He's a police officer)   I'm so glad to have met up with these two again.  They are a few of the people I always missed seeing, and other than life happening, I'm not sure why we lost touch.   I hope that this little reunion will spark something to keep the three of us in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Gilbert's for letting me photograph you.  I had such a great time reconnecting and watching your adorable little daughter.  She is just too cute, and a perfect combination of her amazing parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141850479/" title="IMG_0180 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0180" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4141850479_9c572d7d68_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141850225/" title="IMG_0198 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0198" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4141850225_1cbab57bc2_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141848973/" title="IMG_0145 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0145" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4141848973_3364983c8e_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141849697/" title="IMG_0240 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/4141849697_50fa00eeeb_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142606704/" title="IMG_0149 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0149" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4142606704_3e9b8da230_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4475493747111238375?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4475493747111238375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-gilberts-never-change-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4475493747111238375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4475493747111238375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-gilberts-never-change-portrait.html' title='Some Gilberts never change {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-125819764533049068</id><published>2009-11-29T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:55:58.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday mini sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Is it still raining?? {portraits}</title><content type='html'>As promised, this is the second post of my Mini Holiday Sessions.  This particular session was almost canceled due to weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week long I searched for the perfect family location in a strange town.  I found a few, but none just right.  The day before we were scheduled to photograph, I noticed a field.  Its a field right across the street from my parents house.  It's one we played in growing up, rode bikes in since our road was only half paved.  I suppose when you see things every day, they start to loose their amazement.  There used to be an old building in this field, that was long ago torn down, although the piles of cinder block and old tires that people have dumped still lay.  I noticed an old patch of trees that could possibly make a great back drop.  (Note to self...remember this spot, it could come in handy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful all week, and then it hit.  The rain started Thanksgiving day and seemed to not let up.   I had set up a session with a woman I went to High School with and her family.  I don't remember Jennifer and I as friends back then, but she was always nice.  I was always too quiet.  I didn't make friends easily.  We reconnected on Facebook, and I enjoy getting her updates and comments.  She now lives away from our old town, as do I, but both of us were going to be visiting family for the holidays back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect, except for that rain.  Maybe it will let up??  In the early hours of the morning, I was awoke by the loud rain pouring down on the shed outside.  My stomach turned as I knew I was going to have to cancel with Jennifer, even though everything else had worked out so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long story short, we actually did cancel, it had dumped rain all night, and everything was wet, and gloomy, definitely NOT picture weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long talk that morning, we decided to postpone and hope we can make our schedules work again.  I was bummed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later, the sun started to peek thru the trees, drying the ground fast then a hairdryer.  I called Jennifer back, pushed the session back an hour and hoped the weather would hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you may already know, it did hold.  In fact, the photos are some of my favorites.  The vivid colors and light in that field were this amazing combination of perfection.  I had such a great time with this family.  They were fun and willing to do anything I asked.  They even sat on a pile of old junk, cinderblock and rotting tires.   But that's what it takes to get a fun and different family photo.   Thank you Alvarez family for a great morning, and thanks for tromping around in some wet ground with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141538189/" title="IMG_9744 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9744" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4141538189_90a0440220_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141537923/" title="IMG_9750 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9750" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2495/4141537923_cdfc57563c_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2233355017102758813</id><published>2009-11-28T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:56:13.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday mini sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Blast from the Past {portriat}</title><content type='html'>This past week has been an interesting one.  I decided to go home for the holidays, and I ended up booking 3 sessions while I was there.  All of these families I knew in that other life of mine, and I have not seen any of them since.  The first family was the Wentworth family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed over to Salem last Sunday morning.  The snow was terrible crossing the pass, so badly that I worried we may not make it.  (I'm a woos when it comes to driving in the weather like that)  We hit a huge blizzard type storm, and could barely see a car length in front of us.  Needless to say...I made it fine, and was so glad to see dry pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about an hour before my first session.  I was going to be meeting the Wentowrth's at one of the fabulous historic sites in Salem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I met in Junior High.  She was the cousin of a very good friend of mine.  I loved Jenny from the minute I met her.  She was sweet and kind, and was so funny.  Thats what I remember of Jenny.  Jeremy, I knew separately from Jenny.  We worked together at my first job, he was sort of a confidant for me.  He would listen to all of my High School drama, and tell me how to deal with those "boys".  Shortly after starting work with Jeremy I discovered he had a girlfriend.  Her name was Jenny.   The two of them had a tough start to what turns out to be a lasting, loving relationship.  They started their family early, and once Jeremy and I no longer worked together, I didn't see the two of them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day searching the beloved Facebook, I was reconnected with Jenny, and found her and Jeremy to still be married with now two kids, and couldn't have been happier.  They two of them seem to overcome anything that life throws at them, with grace and love.  They have a beautiful family, and seem to be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled when Jenny asked me to photograph their first...yes, I said first, professional family portrait.  I only hope I lived up to their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to catch up, neither one of them have changed a bit, except for the now teenage daughter and very energetic 10 year old son that they tote around with them.  It was a good start to my week of reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, I'll be posting the rest soon....I have several more special appearances from long time friends to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142179244/" title="IMG_9492 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9492" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4142179244_091d89493f_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141421737/" title="IMG_9500 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/4141421737_3a11032688_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142178852/" title="IMG_9524 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9524" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4142178852_04c6c67b0a_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142178640/" title="IMG_9534 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9534" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4142178640_f5ca62430b_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142178370/" title="IMG_9539 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9539" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4142178370_43e32c9ced_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142178220/" title="IMG_9547 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9547" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2528/4142178220_c20ce4172b_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141420661/" title="IMG_9560 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9560" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/4141420661_928eff91d9_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4141420351/" title="IMG_9563 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9563" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4141420351_eef8eb5a86_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2233355017102758813?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2233355017102758813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2233355017102758813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2233355017102758813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past {portriat}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7747639811012532348</id><published>2009-11-28T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:10:31.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I must be crazy!</title><content type='html'>Over the Thanksgiving holiday, we welcomed yet another member to the family.&amp;nbsp; Who can resist a cute and cuddly little kitten, especially one that has this sweet a face.&amp;nbsp; Welcome Koda!&amp;nbsp; He reminds me of a little tiger cub, he's so sweet.&amp;nbsp; Both girls are fascinated by him, and no one wants to ever give this little guy up.&amp;nbsp; However, the other two furry members of our family are less excited that he's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4142078636/" title="IMG_9668 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9668" height="427" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/4142078636_8244488786_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7747639811012532348?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7747639811012532348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-must-be-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7747639811012532348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7747639811012532348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='I must be crazy!'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2338968738408853065</id><published>2009-11-27T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:01:06.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>A bit of a celebrity {portrait}</title><content type='html'>Bend is small, but we have our hometown celebs.  The girls love listening to the radio in the morning as they get ready for school.  Their favorite morning show USED to be "Dave &amp;amp; Bryon" in the morning, until they went their separate ways, and no longer have the morning show together.  Kaci's favorite is Bryon, she think she's so funny.  Well...he is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a few freebies for Dave and Bryon, and was excited when Bryon emailed again about some promotional photos.  I photographed all of the radio staff still needing head shots.  Apparently Bryon thought they rocked, and asked again if I could do some photos...this time for his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his awesome wife Shawna, along with a few others on the church staff met me at my favorite Bend location for some very funky head shots.  That morning Kaci heard who I was meeting.  After she rattled off his favorite candy, what him AND his wife were for Halloween, I thought I should probably let her come with me for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I figured, Bryon was amazing with her, let us take a photo and let her be completely star struck.  Her first experience with someone famous!  She bragged for days!  Thanks Bryon and Shawna for thinking of me....I had a great time, and so did Kaci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4117761641/" title="IMG_9338 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9338" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4117761641_6da58d930b_o.jpg" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryon and Kaci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118531416/" title="IMG_9322 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9322" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4118531416_041bc44a57_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryon Mengle headshot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4117761981/" title="IMG_9274 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9274" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4117761981_24970b0210_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The adorable wife...Shawna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2338968738408853065?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2338968738408853065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/bit-of-celebrity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2338968738408853065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2338968738408853065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/bit-of-celebrity.html' title='A bit of a celebrity {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1667913340032265921</id><published>2009-11-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:58:56.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>New Moon...to go or not go?? {personal}</title><content type='html'>To go!  That was the decision, which was made on a whim, two months back.  We bought our tickets and the girls have been anxiously waiting ever since.  The night as a whole, besides the whining when the flashback movie broke, and the complaining because we were in a different theater than  all of our friends, it was an adventurous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran around the Old Mill theater for hours, the kids had free reign of the whole place.  There were hysterically drunken 30-somethings just as excited as the tweens, all decked out in their favorite "monster" garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of waiting in a theater, the lights lowered and the screams began.  Within 5 minutes of the first scene those same 30-somthings were yelling at a lit screen to "Take it OFF"  in anticipation to see "Jacob" shirtless.  I will not say I did not enjoy the glimpse of the brown shirtless chest, but isn't the guy actually 17?    ODL!  Pick someone we don't have to feel guilty for drooling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls stayed awake through the entire movie and made me laugh every time Kaci would whisper..."Mom, he's so HOT, Jacob is soooooo HOT!"   She's nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home shortly after 3am, thank goodness we could literally walk to the theater if is hadn't been for the 40 degree night we had.  But we made it to our warm beds before half of the theaters even let out....did I mention we had a dream parking spot just outside the back theater doors....it was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I let the girls stay home, Taylor actually didn't have school...conferences.  Since Kaci is the sleeper of the family there was no way she was actually getting up.  I unfortunately did not have the luxury of sleep that night.  The stress from knowing how tired I was going to be made it harder to fall asleep and if I remember right... 2 hours is about all I got.  The nausea set in that morning, I had two pots of coffee and it still didn't help.  I was miserable.  The girls called me every hour after they woke up to complain about each other and I had such a busy day I didn't make it home until 4 pm, with loads of homework and editing to still finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they had fun....I paid for it the next day for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4121903497/" title="IMG_9353 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9353" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/4121903497_30e855c31a_o.jpg" height="675" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1667913340032265921?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1667913340032265921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moonto-go-or-not-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1667913340032265921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1667913340032265921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moonto-go-or-not-go.html' title='New Moon...to go or not go?? {personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7763444989256316634</id><published>2009-11-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:02:55.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Belly bumps and giggles {maternity}</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met the cutest little brown eyed girl.  She was a complete ham for the camera and for the exception of her modesty getting in the way a a few great shots mom and I wanted to get, this little cutie was a dream to photograph.   She was all smiles and giggles,  and I know she's going to make a great big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my job so fun.  I hope this cute little family loves their photos, it was a bit cold outside, and we definitely had to improvise on our backgrounds.  The priceless shots of the "belly bumps" made it all worth it in the end....you'll see....it is just TOO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118025158/" title="IMG_9007 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9007" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4118025158_fb124e3c49_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118025068/" title="IMG_9011 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9011" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4118025068_fa129e30ec_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118024974/" title="IMG_9027 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9027" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4118024974_3470dc5401_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4117255027/" title="IMG_9086 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9086" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4117255027_46b2fbfa84_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4117254945/" title="IMG_9048 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9048" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/4117254945_696efe9802_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118024738/" title="IMG_9133 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9133" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4118024738_03ba6768c8_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118024608/" title="IMG_9146 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9146" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4118024608_fd6709e35b_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4118024488/" title="IMG_9166 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9166" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4118024488_d7610e9a6d_o.jpg" height="640" width="431" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4117254567/" title="IMG_9196 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9196" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4117254567_ecdbb0b94c_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See...belly bumps!  I love this shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7763444989256316634?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7763444989256316634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/belly-bumps-and-giggles-maternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7763444989256316634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7763444989256316634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/belly-bumps-and-giggles-maternity.html' title='Belly bumps and giggles {maternity}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7173531548557268025</id><published>2009-11-18T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:02:40.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>A Graphic Designer in the works! (design}</title><content type='html'>So, I have been taking classes online since August at The Art Institute.  It's been going very well, and my previous experience has made the classes fairly easy for me.  I feel confident when I turn in a project, and usually get very possitive feedback from my class mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an add online for a logo contest.  A local company needs a new logo and are offering to open it up in the form of a contest.   We don't win anything, except for the pleasure of seeing your logo all over town.  I decided to enter, I need the practice.  now I just can't decide which logo to submit...so I need your help.  Which one do you thing is contest worthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4114558513/" title="TNT Aviation by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="TNT Aviation" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/4114558513_aef7ec760f_o.jpg" height="501" width="773" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7173531548557268025?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7173531548557268025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/graphic-designer-in-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7173531548557268025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7173531548557268025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/graphic-designer-in-works.html' title='A Graphic Designer in the works! (design}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5761260755198685411</id><published>2009-11-09T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:57:17.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>"What's Your Sexy?"</title><content type='html'>With the help of some amazing friends, some gorgeous women, and lots of wine and food, I was able to pull off a very fun evening this past Saturday night.   It was a tiny idea, formed from several brains that blew up into a very successful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090079119/" title="IMG_8842 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8842" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2525/4090079119_ec66f184d4_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole crew, Sophie, Carie, Tambi and Chantel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "marketing guru", aka Carie, helped me advertise, organize and facilitate our "What's Your Sexy?" boudoir night.  Thanks to Royal "T" Antiques for hosting, and giving us an awesome venue to hold our party and take our photos.  This store is ridiculously fabulous inside and you must see it!  Tabree (the owner) is a rock star when it comes to setting up her style in the quaint little store.   I had two assistants that night, Chantel and Sophie, I couldn't have done it without you!  Their eyes for the details let me focus on lighting, posing and the girls without having to "see" when a tiny hair was even out of place....if I could pocket these two and take them everywhere with me, that would be ideal.   While I was focusing on the woman in front of me, these two were already scouring the store for more fabulous finds for photos....You were AMAZING!  We had a killer soundtrack, thanks to my friends Kat and Chantel, to get everyone in the mood, and some great food.   Let's see....am I forgetting anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so unsure of how the evening would work out, and I honestly wouldn't have changed much.  (except for the blisters on my feet by the end and the exhaustion that set in...I was a mess, running all over the place.) There were six women brave enough to face the camera that night, and possibly several more ready for next time.  We had a blast.  Each women found she was a different sexy, and all the photos were great!  We had cute sexy, sultry sexy, curvy sexy, and more.  All of the girls were so great and they made it a wonderful night for me.  The comments I received from these women were heartfelt and wonderful, and it's why I love what I do. Some women were there for a husband, a boyfriend and we even had a few there just for themselves.  It was AWESOME!  A few of these women were even gracious enough to let me share a few with you.  I still don't have permission from everyone yet, so there could be more coming, but here are a few to entice more of you sexy women to come out for the next event...yes, we are already in the works, and have women anxiously awaiting a date to be set.  So, all of you ladies out there, you are sexy!  If you don't know what kind...you should come find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090811832/" title="IMG_8526 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8526" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/4090811832_4399a6ff45_o.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090811372/" title="IMG_8511 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8511" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4090811372_f7e2eb365f_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090045225/" title="IMG_8493 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8493" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4090045225_d444057be0_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090045877/" title="IMG_8771 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8771" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4090045877_63f316455d_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090812052/" title="IMG_8815 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8815" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4090812052_ac850bbc89_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090811144/" title="IMG_8463 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8463" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4090811144_6a361834d4_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090810900/" title="IMG_8481 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8481" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4090810900_049b470b52_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4090810624/" title="IMG_8486 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8486" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4090810624_b95fd0d5a7_o.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5761260755198685411?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5761260755198685411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-your-sexy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5761260755198685411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5761260755198685411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-your-sexy.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s Your Sexy?&quot;'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-26109860876781990</id><published>2009-11-04T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:04:04.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><title type='text'>This girl can ROCK a pair of heels.....{Senior}</title><content type='html'>I met "L" and her mom a few weeks ago at a local tea house, to go over senior photo packages.   Her Mother described her as glamorous, and "L" was every bit of that.   I found a great new location for us to tackle her senior photos at, something unexpected, something very contrasty from her typical great taste and amazing wardrobe.   On picture day "L" and I drove to Redmond for what turned out to be, round one, of our photo shoot.  This girl shows up in some rockin' shoes....pair after pair after pair.  He tells me she wears them everyday, and NEVER wears a pair of jeans.  Glamorous is a bit of an understatement when it comes to this High School Diva.  To top it off....she tells me she's a softball player!  I had a great time with her...both days...and I hope she's as happy with her AMAZING photos as I am.  Thanks "L" for laughing with me....I still like the big laugh the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076007481/" title="IMG_7940 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/4076007481_65a7d23ed4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7940" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076007305/" title="IMG_8160 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/4076007305_74aa8c581b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8160" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076760658/" title="IMG_8106 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/4076760658_80202b4776_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8106" height="433" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076006849/" title="IMG_8145 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4076006849_a2e0522a7d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8145" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076760148/" title="IMG_8045 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/4076760148_df8fbec780_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8045" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076006411/" title="IMG_8022 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4076006411_5d86180392_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8022" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4076006557/" title="IMG_7960 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4076006557_e0644a5881_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7960" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-26109860876781990?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/26109860876781990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-girl-can-rock-pair-of-heelssenior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/26109860876781990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/26109860876781990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-girl-can-rock-pair-of-heelssenior.html' title='This girl can ROCK a pair of heels.....{Senior}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-963109593305292579</id><published>2009-11-01T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:01:36.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>One B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L-L woman {portraits}</title><content type='html'>I met for a quick head shot this afternoon with a friend of mine.   She's starting this amazing Woman's group this week that I am going to be trying out and needed a new photo of herself for her marketing materials.  Tara and I ran down to a nearby favorite spot of mine to snap a few pictures.  She brought her daughter too, which is always fun, to have a few "mommy/ daughter" photos.  They were both experts and we managed to get out with 50 beautiful shots in less than 30 minutes.  Tara...your eyes amaze me!  I'm so excited to get to know you better through this Woman's group and you are one B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L-L woman!  Inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4067487184/" title="IMG_7781 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/4067487184_574b556541_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7781" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4067486870/" title="IMG_7810 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4067486870_4042d9fbd8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7810" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4067486612/" title="IMG_7850 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2774/4067486612_304cbaaae2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7850" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4067486322/" title="IMG_7824 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/4067486322_69007bd4a5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7824" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4066734827/" title="IMG_7807 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/4066734827_6998ca3618_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7807" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4067485662/" title="IMG_7802 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4067485662_74590d2e7a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7802" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4066734125/" title="IMG_7783 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4066734125_75a0820466_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7783" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-963109593305292579?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/963109593305292579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-b-e-u-t-i-f-u-l-l-woman-portraits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/963109593305292579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/963109593305292579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-b-e-u-t-i-f-u-l-l-woman-portraits.html' title='One B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L-L woman {portraits}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-388338450679251630</id><published>2009-11-01T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:59:10.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Good vs. Evil</title><content type='html'>Last night was Halloween.  A typical Saturday, we cleaned and hung out, watched a few movies, until it was time...Time to get ready.  Luckily I pulled the box of dress-up and costumes out early enough.  Taylor changed her costume 5 times before we finally left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend Anna was going to be coming with us this year.  Anna had no costume.  Luckily we were able to pull together some great costumes for both Anna and Taylor, good versus evil.  In other words, the devil and the angel.  Both girls were so happy (FINALLY) with the outcome, that it made their Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few parties to get too, tons of trick-or-treating to accomplish, so while I was getting my costume on the girls headed out to stock up on candy in our neighborhood.  Let me tell you...they TOTALLY scored!  1/4 of their pillowcase treat bags was filled when they came back to get me after only 30 minutes.  Those three were on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was a friends "non" costume party.  A little strange being one of the only witches in the room, (my costume changed from Little Bo Peep to witch...but it was too cold)  I had the moles and black tooth, all witched up, in a room full of jeans and sweaters.  We didn't stay long.  The kids took the opportunity of mom grabbing herself a "treat" of wine as a sign that they could try to scour this neighborhood for more candy.  Another half hour, the kids hit all the available houses on Gwen's street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to a few other friends houses, and while the kiddos tried all of those houses, the adults found their treat in a cocktail.  This type of Halloween activity makes everyone happy!    One particular stop we caught up with Kaci's friend and spent sometime trick-or-treating the typical way.  The last house we went to was all decorated, and spooky.  Smoke all over the entry and a rather large witch sculpture perfectly placed on her front porch in a rocking chair.  Anna and Kaci ran right up to the house, Taylor stayed back, in her typical cautious manor.  Our friend walked up with the girls for moral support, (he knew what was coming)  they made their way to the door and reached out to ring the bell...the "sculpture" reached out raised both hands in the air and screeched the loudest, scariest scream you have ever heard.  I was laughing so hard at this point.  Anna had run for her life, Taylor was half way down the block and Kaci was stunned.  She was screaming as loud as the witch, but stuck in her own tracks.  The poor girl was scared stiff...literally.   I know it may be kinda mean, but as a parent watching your kids get the crap scared out of them seemed rather funny, and possibly it could have bee the cocktails, but it was all in fun...I promise.  Kaci thought that was the best thing EVER, and loved her frightful experience.  Not for even one second did she cry, get upset...nothing.  It was great!  I have to admit, the lady was so convincing she did startle me, since I was close enough to witness the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we made it to the finally party everyone was pretty tired.  The girls entertained the adults in line for the bathroom and met all the crazy characters of the evening.  It turned out to be quite a memorable experience.  They even met the guy in costume known as PAP, or pimply ass patient.  A grown man in a hospital gown....only hospital gown.   The girls of course were completely scared for life, as they saw him on his way OUT of the party.  There was a costume contest and both Taylor and Kaci were making sure the whole crew got paper and pencils to do their voting. The rules were to vote for the favorite character, and included in the thought process was, who stayed in character all night.   There was Hank Hill (he won my vote) Roller Derby girl, Jelly Fish, "The Swine Flu" and so many more.  Apparently after all of their winning behavior and buttering up the competition,  Kaci and her "Mad Scientist, that went so made he went crazy" costume hit the top of the list.  Well actually PAP won, but he had left, so the first available runner up, was Miss Kaci Jo.  That made her whole year!  She got high fives from a group of the guys, and all the cute girls told her they want kids just like her....the girls were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' was a great night for us all, Mom was happy, Kids were happy.  This may be a Halloween that tops all others.  And the best part...I was able to entertain Taylor enough to keep her wanting to be with us one more year!  The girls are already making plans for next year and well see what happens.  They still want to do costumes, but next year they want to hand OUT the candy and have a little house party of our own.  Sounds good to me, I've been doing this trick-or-treating thing now for 12 years.  We've never handed out candy, so the change of Halloween is good one.  Cocktails and party at my house next year....mark your calendars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4065970954/" title="IMG_7737 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4065970954_70e1f669b8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7737" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4065219791/" title="IMG_7734 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/4065219791_d2079d42dc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7734" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4065972962/" title="IMG_7768 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2645/4065972962_6ec2316680_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7768" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-388338450679251630?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/388338450679251630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-vs-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/388338450679251630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/388338450679251630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-vs-evil.html' title='Good vs. Evil'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1803114995876115232</id><published>2009-10-29T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:57:28.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicity'/><title type='text'>KPOV community radio show {publicity}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4056089445/" title="home page by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4056089445_8d5cfa0f9b.jpg" alt="home page" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for fun, the new home page of my boudoir website...to be launched soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from a friend a few weeks ago.   She's a volunteer at the local non-profit radio station here in Bend.  Being the great friend she is, she wrote a note to me, and one of the radio personalities who does a show she thought might boost some business for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odds of me actually being on a radio show seemed low, although a great opportunity....YEAH right!  Another few weeks went by, still no word from Aylette (our radio wonder woman/ radio talk show host)  The dream quickly died for me and I moved on from the thought of everyone hearing me speak.  After all...what could I possibly have to say of any interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One normal morning, I pulled myself out of bed, grabbed a cup of coffee and began the daunting task of checking my emails.  I'm not that popular, but being a business owner I have seemed to end up on every junk mail list on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too important, an order or two...GREAT.  Then, there I saw it....an email from Aylette, asking if I would be a guest on her show!   OH NO....I completely forgot I'm deathly afraid of public speaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been wanting to conquer a few fears lately, so I guess this is it....I'm going on the radio.  Alyette wanted to make this comfortable and easy for me.  We met up last Sunday to pre-record the show, that way in case I was at a loss of words, she could just take that part out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few minutes were hard, but I tried to forget about the hundreds of people who could potentially listen to this.  I cringed at the sound of my voice...I can't possibly sound this ridiculous in real life...can I?  Once that shock wore off, I actually started to think I sound pretty great, and the things that just flew out of my mouth were almost incredible.  Alyette is so excited about the subject that we fell into, no one knew what would come out of our interview.  Insecurities, and self doubt that everyone feel at some point, and why I love what I do.  The gift I feel I give to people, and what society has done to young girls self worth.  For the rest you will just have to tune in.  I hope it all flows together in the end, I'm really excited to hear it finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of you out-of-town-ers...no worries, they actually stream this stuff live on the web.  Just click on the link below at 4:30, tomorrow, Friday the 30th.  Please leave me feedback. I'd love to know what you all think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kpov.org/"&gt;Follow me to KPOV!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1803114995876115232?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1803114995876115232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/kpov-community-radio-show-publicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1803114995876115232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1803114995876115232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/kpov-community-radio-show-publicity.html' title='KPOV community radio show {publicity}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4056089445_8d5cfa0f9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4718971917056218078</id><published>2009-10-28T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:59:23.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Annual Harvest Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4053731583/" title="IMG_7519 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/4053731583_6b31f3df45_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7519" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This time of year is a fun one.  I've always enjoyed dressing up, in an imaginative costume, giving you the permission to be a little crazy.  A few weeks ago one of the teachers at Kaci's school asked me about our costumes for the annual Harvest Party at school.  He said we were a big Halloween family.  This is not a thought that has ever crossed my mind...Big Halloween Family...well, Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too long after the shock of school starting wears off, that the ideas around here start forming as to what this years costume of choice will be.  The kids change their minds two or three times and then we finally set out on a scavenger hunt for the pieces to put together our Halloween outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite school activities has become the Harvest Party.  The entire school community gets dolled up...even the parents, costume contest and all.  I usually am behind the camera at the costume photo booth, but this gives me an opportunity to check out all of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of an exhausting night, I plop myself and my aching feet  onto the futon outside the front office of the school, drool at the teacher I have myself a little crush on and anxiously await the kids to cash in all of their tickets for an array of useless prizes and trinkets that end up in the garbage, sometimes before the night is even over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was no different.  Taylor came over soon after the crowds had left, sits down next to me and says, "Mom, I think I want to change my costume...."  just like she does every year.  One thing I have always said is..."It's nice to know my kids are consistent.  In all they do, there is consistency, and this years scramble for a second "great" Halloween costume is no different.  After sporting her "amazing" Little Red Riding Hood, Taylor has decided on "Dead Ballerina" as of this evening...we'll see if she actually pulls it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4718971917056218078?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4718971917056218078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/annual-harvest-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4718971917056218078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4718971917056218078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/annual-harvest-party.html' title='Annual Harvest Party'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-599570948691587244</id><published>2009-10-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:56:23.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>The colors of fall {portrait}</title><content type='html'>This Saturday the kids and I piled into the photo mobile and headed down to one of the parks in town.  This particular park is a photographers dream in the fall, with the beautiful aspens and the bright orange trees.  It won't take long to run into another photographer here with a family dressed in their fall colors.  I think we passed at least a dozen of them this morning.  Each time the kids whispered..."Mom, there's another photographer...is her/his camera nicer than yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all say our hellos and secretly check out the equipment that photographer is toting, while we try to find our spot that no one has taken over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all our attempts at a new family picture, the kids were mostly uncooperative, but it does make for some fun candid shots.  I tend to get a lot of laughter and on the outside these kids seems like they are having the best time ever!  While this is sometimes the case, it was not this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had grabbed a coat out of the closet, knowing I was going to need it.  It wasn't cold, just a little chilly, and I've finally gotten to the point that I will sacrifice style for some warmth here in the fall and winters.  To my surprise, when I put on the coat at the park....this was not my coat.  I had grabbed Taylors, and since they are both black, it was an easy mistake.  At least the sun was out on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our walk and let me tell you, I got every last smile those kids had hiding anywhere in their being.  There were tears towards the end, mostly by me...no Just kidding, probably Taylor...but she cries REAL easy these days.  It was a beautiful walk, in the gorgeous fall weather, in a photographers playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks kids, for the laughs, and tears, and the tad bit of cooperation somewhere in there to give us another set of amazing photos.  Are my kids just "that" good looking??  Or am I just "that" good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047431822/" title="IMG_7285 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4047431822_2e389f2223_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7285" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047432524/" title="IMG_7210 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4047432524_30b0d53a07_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7210" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4046688351/" title="IMG_7219 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4046688351_a24d3d954c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7219" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4046688155/" title="IMG_7280 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/4046688155_8dc4516247_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7280" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047431636/" title="IMG_7377 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4047431636_d58ee765c3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7377" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047431400/" title="IMG_7379 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/4047431400_b55fbb634a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7379" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4046687425/" title="IMG_7381 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4046687425_5b3b0aea45_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7381" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047430936/" title="IMG_7386 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4047430936_86c94f864c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7386" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4046686969/" title="IMG_7406 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2449/4046686969_aaca2b0ca7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7406" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4046686541/" title="IMG_7427 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/4046686541_6b13f65662_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7427" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4046686365/" title="IMG_7439 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4046686365_976b441750_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7439" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047429906/" title="IMG_7512 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4047429906_ea3b7219cf_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7512" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4047430532/" title="IMG_7416 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4047430532_289c9f9024_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7416" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Fall my faithful readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-599570948691587244?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/599570948691587244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/colors-of-fall-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/599570948691587244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/599570948691587244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/colors-of-fall-portrait.html' title='The colors of fall {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4277986583604679683</id><published>2009-10-22T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:58:20.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>2009 Holiday Card Templates! {templates}</title><content type='html'>I' have finally come up with a few fun templates for your holiday card needs.  I've made it SUPER easy this year, with mix and match fronts and backs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romantically Chic"&lt;br /&gt;This is the only design that has it's own back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4035503059/" title="Holiday 6 front by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/4035503059_be2bb07d81.jpg" alt="Holiday 6 front" height="386" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4036254806/" title="Holiday 6 Back by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4036254806_32f1329de7.jpg" alt="Holiday 6 Back" height="386" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest....pick your favorite front and choose from two backs...it's THAT easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simply Chic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4035585857/" title="Untitled-4 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/4035585857_c48714c361.jpg" alt="Untitled-4" height="500" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4036335484/" title="Untitled-1 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4036335484_2c48ac343f.jpg" alt="Untitled-1" height="367" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheerfully Chic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4036336354/" title="Untitled-3 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4036336354_50291415be.jpg" alt="Untitled-3" height="367" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elegantly Chic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4035773037/" title="Holiday2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4035773037_a475e34f90.jpg" alt="Holiday2" height="354" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then choose your back design....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4035584847/" title="Untitled-2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/4035584847_8a14fdb42e.jpg" alt="Untitled-2" height="367" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4036255218/" title="1 photo back by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/4036255218_1e04eb587c.jpg" alt="1 photo back" height="354" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All colors on the back templates are fully customizable...that means I will change the colors to match your front design.  It's really that simple.  You can also change the text on your cards....Pick a fun Holiday saying of your choice.  Just make sure to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year, leave ALL the hard work up to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4277986583604679683?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4277986583604679683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-holiday-card-templates-templates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4277986583604679683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4277986583604679683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-holiday-card-templates-templates.html' title='2009 Holiday Card Templates! {templates}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/4035503059_be2bb07d81_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-5573090676039605905</id><published>2009-10-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:52:13.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>On the wrong end of the camera....</title><content type='html'>I think there is some truth to the saying that "most" photographers enjoy being behind the camera.  This is definitely true for me.  I'm uncomfortable, I feel awkward,  and I just don't really like it.  While this is completely a true statement, I also believe that in my case, it is important to see how the other half live, and have a little sympathy for my clients. So I will endure the pain of having my portraits done...every once in while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I met up with a photographer friend of mine, and the ever so talented, &lt;a href="http://www.kristieckbergphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi Eckburg&lt;/a&gt;, and had a few new photos done for the website.  We also practiced a new off camera flash technique, and had a great time.  Thank you Krisiti!  The photos are beautiful.  The fact that I found three I liked is somewhat amazing...I never like photos of myself.  Well...it's a rare occasion to say the least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you'll see these on the website soon, but here are the great photos of, none other than.....ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4034693699/" title="IMG_7833 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/4034693699_2c0af352c4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7833" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4034693613/" title="IMG_7806 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2651/4034693613_e4acde239c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7806" height="640" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4034693547/" title="IMG_7808 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/4034693547_796ac42e49_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7808" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-5573090676039605905?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5573090676039605905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-wrong-end-of-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5573090676039605905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/5573090676039605905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-wrong-end-of-camera.html' title='On the wrong end of the camera....'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7111766317674541238</id><published>2009-10-21T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:59:45.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Some REALLY cute kids {portraits}</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of photographing a little pre-school the other day.  These were some cute kids!  I was not expecting such a young group, but we had a great time, and got some photos I think the parents will be proud of....I'm on a roll!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4033567276/" title="IMG_6963 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/4033567276_0c1e5f0ae2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6963" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these little hands...She was absolutely adorable...and those cheeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4032813967/" title="IMG_6902 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/4032813967_4435b2eb56_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6902" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little beauty and her eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4033567056/" title="IMG_6992 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/4033567056_1452d767a8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6992" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy...now he's a character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Westside Christian Academy for thinking of me!  And for your collection of beautiful faces to brighten my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7111766317674541238?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7111766317674541238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-really-cute-kids-portraits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7111766317674541238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7111766317674541238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-really-cute-kids-portraits.html' title='Some REALLY cute kids {portraits}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4501917606740557863</id><published>2009-10-15T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:03:13.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product'/><title type='text'>Fun with Photoshop  {for fun}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I got to hang out with a new friend and give her a little tutorial on Photoshop.  I have had so much fun over the past few weeks experimenting with a few new actions....BTW, ever heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.gettotallyrad.com/blog/"&gt;Get Totally Rad Blog&lt;/a&gt;?  Can I say AWESOME!   I love their actions packs and have been playing around with a mixture of PS actions and Lightroom presets.  It's a tiring, but fun process and there are endless possibilities to what you can create.  Here's just a sampling of what we did today in our "lesson" with Deb.   I also added in the new AMAZING water mark...cause it so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps.  Is she NOT the cutest girl ever!  I am a tad bit bias.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4014782753/" title="editIMG_4931 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/4014782753_9806900fcd_o.jpg" alt="editIMG_4931" height="647" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4501917606740557863?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4501917606740557863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-photoshop-for-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4501917606740557863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4501917606740557863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-photoshop-for-fun.html' title='Fun with Photoshop  {for fun}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7769512095611734110</id><published>2009-10-14T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:58:39.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Fun with Illustrator {for fun}</title><content type='html'>I met with an old co-worker this morning to give me a tutoring session of sorts.  He showed me some basics, to keep me from pulling out my hair with this weeks assignment in school.  He also showed me a fun little trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had Taylor's school photo posted, just to be fare, (since that is most important in our house)  I posted one of Kaci's many school photos I love,  with my new trick, and my beautiful new watermark....Thanks Troy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4012448740/" title="IMG_5011 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/4012448740_8b3da8489b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5011" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7769512095611734110?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7769512095611734110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-illustrator-for-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7769512095611734110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7769512095611734110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-illustrator-for-fun.html' title='Fun with Illustrator {for fun}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1915420642667352378</id><published>2009-10-12T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:03:42.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Feelin' the LOVE {portrait}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of the best parts of my job is making a difference in a families life.  Some people don't understand the importance of a good photo, whether it's an esteem booster....cause you look AWESOME!, a snapshot of life at that very moment, or a memory that is most important once someone is gone.....I LOVE what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing my daughters school this year.  REALMS is great about supporting local businesses and the students were stoked to have at least a possibility of a great photo...finally.  No offense to the "typical" school photographers....but some are a little corny, and I know my daughters always dread to hand them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, for two days I hung out with a bunch of middle schoolers, waiting for the "right" smile, the one that Mom will be proud to hand out to Grandma and Grandpa and proudly display on the wall.   Let me just mention, there were a few kids that this was NOT an easy task...but I was not giving up, and we did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I finally finished the edits and scrambled to get everything on the online album. (Hopefully blowing the parents away with my abilities)  The email with a link was sent out only yesterday.  Since then I have had over 50 hits, and a flood of emails, and compliments from parents.  One specifically hit me hard.  I was so blessed by this fathers words, I just had to share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Morning! Tambi!&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from printing the newspaper and was offered your link from Amy for school pictures. Alizabeth looks amazing so much so that I teared up, that type of emotion had to be THANKED asap!!!! You have absolutly made my day and I THANK YOU so very much. I can't even express just how much that picture touched me, this was needed so very badly today! My girl is my world and I feel like you captured me a star to help light it&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH  I hope you have a great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jay Ecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I remember being in Middle school, what a terrible time it was.  It's the moment when your life can take a drastic change in direction, in the way of esteem.  Today all these young girls are bombarded with images of beautiful women, who DONT look like them, aren't even real, and they think "something is wrong with me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have a daughter this age, and I see how confident she is compared to me at 13, for this I'am so grateful.   Maybe she won't have to struggle with this like I did.  It still effects decisions I make for myself, and I'm still comparing myself at times to "those" girls I see everywhere.  Taylor is different, although she's anxiously awaiting the day when her "baby fat" as he puts it is finally gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is another reason why the Boudoir photography has become so fun for me.  I take these "normal" beautiful women, some who hate having photos taken, and with tricks of lighting and posing, give them beautiful photos.  I've had women leave their sessions in tears at the way they felt, how liberating the experience was, and most leave with a new appreciation for the body they were given.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm so excited for Alizabeth, and all the other students who have a great photo of themselves to proudly display this year, or hand out a million and one wallets to all their friends.  I wish I had had that one photo of myself when I was that age, the one that made me feel beautiful too.   If you think I'm putting to much into a simple photo...you try being 13 and see how you feel too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4005575651/" title="REALMS 3 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/4005575651_0272fe8c4a_o.jpg" alt="REALMS 3" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4005576215/" title="REALMS 5 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/4005576215_9aa6deaf96_o.jpg" alt="REALMS 5" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4005575869/" title="REALMS 4 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/4005575869_f2abed15a8_o.jpg" alt="REALMS 4" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4006340936/" title="REALMS 2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/4006340936_b1e2bbe8bc_o.jpg" alt="REALMS 2" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/4005575161/" title="REALMS 1 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4005575161_c14b25b12f_o.jpg" alt="REALMS 1" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1915420642667352378?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1915420642667352378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelin-love-portrait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1915420642667352378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1915420642667352378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelin-love-portrait.html' title='Feelin&amp;#39; the LOVE {portrait}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-1594665531135885633</id><published>2009-09-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:55:44.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday mini sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>2nd Annual Holiday Mini's {specials}</title><content type='html'>I cringe as I say this....but it's that time of year again.  Time to starting thinking about the holidays, time to put away the sun screen, and time to get photos!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to do "mini's' again this year!  Of course, in typical Tambi fashion, I had to change things around a bit, to keep them interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've added in a special set of "Salem and surrounding" dates, (who would have thought I'd be traveling over to my hometown  so much for work) for all of you loyal families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call soon to reserve your space.  Sessions are limited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3924129650/" title="Mini Sessions by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/3924129650_2dca4fdff2_o.jpg" alt="Mini Sessions" height="378" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With your "mini", you will receive 30 fun filled minutes of photography, a package of (25) holiday cards.  New design templates coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;All for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;$125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-1594665531135885633?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1594665531135885633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-annual-holiday-mini-specials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1594665531135885633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/1594665531135885633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-annual-holiday-mini-specials.html' title='2nd Annual Holiday Mini&amp;#39;s {specials}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-8742363455231707272</id><published>2009-08-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:55:19.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Glued to my hip {Family}</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of 7th grade.  My best friend had just moved away, I was starting a new school...a HUGE new school, the kind with lockers and hallways, and 7 different teachers.  I was nervous...I knew no one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember which class it was, maybe homeroom, it was towards the beginning of the day. (I think, it's hard to remember back this far) There sat, in the desk across the isle from me, the tiniest little blond girl.  She was so cute.  She said hello, we talked...her best friend had just moved too.  I remember it was from that very moment, we hit it off.  I liked her...she was funny, sweet, and she became glued to my hip.  WE became glued to each others hips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name was Lori, we did everything together, for at least all of Jr. High and into High School.  I practically lived at her house, her parents I called Mom and Dad, I had the biggest crush on her older brother.  I don't remember a single memory of that time without Lori attached to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time went by, lots of fun was had, and because of another girl who we'll just say "invaded my territory" we began to fall apart.  I was well into high school at this point, and people change any way.  It's not like we hated each other, we just didn't hang out much.  Time went by we saw less and less of each other, but Lori has never been far.  We have one very good mutual friend who does a great job at keeping everyone connected.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully she just got married, and Lori and I saw each other again.  It was great to see her, and laugh again.  I remember why I liked her so much.  After seeing Lani's wedding photos,  I am pleased to say Lori was blown away and asked if I'd come spend some time with her family and do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was going to be a quick trip to Salem, ended up being almost a week, of visiting a few different friends, and spending 2 days with Lori, and her family.  We had the best time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we pulled out the old yearbooks, and laughed like silly little high school girls.  Thanks Matt ( her boyfriend) for putting up with us.  You are wonderful!  I got a chance to know him, and see why Lori loves this boy. He's a wonderful dad to their two babies, and her older two children. They are both very hospitable.  Lori has grown into a wonderful cook.  We were so spoiled there, and the bed was so comfy, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lives across the street from another friend of mine as well, so that was even better.  I hope the two of them find a friendship from each other. They are both strong wonderful women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was exciting walking down memory lane last week, (we even checked out people from FB, to see what they are up too).  We laughed, we cried, (but only tears of joy from all the laughing...we REALLY laughed) and I hope that Lori and I can continue to stay in touch this time.  She's still that tiny cute little blonde I remember from a hundred years ago, and I love being reminded why you loved people once.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lori and Matt for everything.  I'm so happy you love your photos!  I hope we can do it again soon.  Maybe next time my house?? We'll send Matt golfing??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867160623/" title="IMG_4364 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/3867160623_c410a54122_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4364" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867160495/" title="IMG_4398 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3502/3867160495_5f1c0abfc4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4398" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867160251/" title="IMG_4597 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3867160251_4d03b00beb_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4597" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867942068/" title="IMG_4795 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3867942068_42a5144e06_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4795" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867159877/" title="IMG_4711 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2637/3867159877_b3a9165a64_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4711" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867941716/" title="IMG_4624 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/3867941716_548ae1253c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4624" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867159535/" title="IMG_4329 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/3867159535_cde21e6bcd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4329" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867941320/" title="IMG_4296 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3867941320_ebce0d02b3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4296" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3867941164/" title="IMG_4252 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2552/3867941164_0f46f24716_o.jpg" alt="IMG_4252" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-8742363455231707272?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8742363455231707272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/glued-to-my-hip-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8742363455231707272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/8742363455231707272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/glued-to-my-hip-family.html' title='Glued to my hip {Family}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-789161254984079269</id><published>2009-08-21T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:00:55.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink {Newborn}</title><content type='html'>My neighbor Amy and I met 7 years ago when she was opening the door to her new house built by Habitat for Humanity.  She was a single mother with a baby and an inspiration to everyone in the program.  I had not yet applied for my house and after meeting Amy I knew this was the right choice for me.  She had a cute house on the other side of town, and other than a few brief encounters, I rarely saw her.  A few years had past and a new family, a previous Habitat homeowner, was moving into our neighborhood.  She had outgrown her tiny two bedroom since it was now her, her new husband John, baby, and his two kids living in that little humble Habitat home.  Oh wait...she was also pregnant with their first baby together.  Baby #4 is almost two and the great couple has just welcomed baby #5 to their family...A perfect baby girl; Jocelyn&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't be happier for them, they are a wonderful couple.  John is the gentleman of the neighborhood.  The "go to" guy.  He's helped me with car trouble, loaned me a wheel-barrel, and anything else any one needs.   He's Mr. Fix-it, Mr. I'm a gentleman...you just can't help but love him.  They are the cutest couple, and very much in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , I had the pleasure of spending the morning with the family.  We had so much fun we had to take a break and continue the rest of the family pictures today.  Here is a sneak peak of baby Jocelyn....she is a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3841446944/" title="IMG_3239 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3580/3841446944_c9be194d84_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3239" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3840656103/" title="IMG_3249 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3840656103_331570c0ea_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3249" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3841446742/" title="IMG_3333 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/3841446742_3a7c75fd6f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3333" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3840655859/" title="IMG_3359 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3840655859_e56569332f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3359" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3841446546/" title="IMG_3328 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3841446546_ce24522c0b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3328" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3841446488/" title="IMG_3350 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/3841446488_d3cafc8f65_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3350" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3841446412/" title="IMG_3368 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3841446412_9528c7be5a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3368" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3840655469/" title="IMG_3378 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3840655469_7cfa9d6849_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3378" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3841446226/" title="IMG_3393 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3438/3841446226_3bd6dbd669_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3393" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3840655249/" title="IMG_3411 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3840655249_c66fa76da2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3411" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3840655131/" title="IMG_3430 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3840655131_41489dc9f3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3430" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-789161254984079269?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/789161254984079269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-in-pink-newborn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/789161254984079269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/789161254984079269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-in-pink-newborn.html' title='Pretty in Pink {Newborn}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6132230357196592275</id><published>2009-08-20T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:01:44.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Jimmy and Jessi {Personal}</title><content type='html'>I just received a sneak peak at my friends wedding photos.  You remember...the only wedding I think I've ever been to that I didn't shoot.   The Portland wedding photographers they hired were beyond amazing and definitely took care of my girl...&lt;a href="http://www.thephotographersblog.us/news/2009/8/14/jaysun-and-rachel-shoot-jessi-and-jims-stunning-wedding-in-b.html?lastPage=true&amp;amp;postSubmitted=true"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;...ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6132230357196592275?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6132230357196592275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/jimmy-and-jessi-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6132230357196592275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6132230357196592275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/jimmy-and-jessi-personal.html' title='Jimmy and Jessi {Personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-6151746225278792982</id><published>2009-08-18T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:00:01.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Burnt Hash-Brown Patties {Personal}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3833859681/" title="IMG_3209 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3833859681_5e61e92526.jpg" alt="IMG_3209" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had planned to run a few errands.   I needed to drop off the vacuum that the kids broke the other day, mail a package to a client, get the few last school supplies needed, ect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls as usual, got up much to late, shoved some breakfast down their throats and quickly put on some crazy outfit.  Yesterday I had gotten a few treats, hash-brown patties and waffles.  This is what they wanted for breakfast.  The waffles...fine, pop them in the toaster and lets go.  Hashbrowns...I was not in the mood to cook.  Taylor had the bright idea of putting them in the toaster...I quickly squashed that one too.  I asked them not to make the hash brown this morning and to get some other yummy treat we had tucked away in the cupboard abyss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere between loading the car with BOTH vacuums I own to be cleaned and repaired, grabbing the paperwork needed to at least get the cleaning for free, and grabbing my purse, a few lonely hash-browns entered the stove to their own demise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 degrees too hot, our gas stove being left on for over an hour and the attention span of my 12 year old, we returned from our errand trip to a house full of smoke.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently in our house "DO NOT MAKE THE HASH BROWNS THIS MORNING!" means, "Please, burn my house down, and no need to listen to me....I'm just your mother" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have not been so irritated by this had it not been for the microwave that's on the fritz, a broken vacuum, the hair straightener that was broken and left on last week, and the house flood we had last spring.   All of this, among WAY more little ones to remember, I'm really having a hard time staying calm, let alone afford all of the repairs these two girls are costing me.  I could be wrong but I just don't remember causing this much damage to my parents home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom...set me straight....we were not this forgetful, irresponsible, damaging, careless, forgettful (that one does' deserve to be written twice) as these two girls...Were we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-6151746225278792982?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6151746225278792982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/burnt-hash-brown-patties-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6151746225278792982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/6151746225278792982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/burnt-hash-brown-patties-personal.html' title='Burnt Hash-Brown Patties {Personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3833859681_5e61e92526_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-2152797993671820396</id><published>2009-08-17T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:00:11.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I think a teenager lives with me?? {Personal}</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I had some friends visiting, and in order to keep the kids entertained I let Taylor have an old friend spend the night.  Her name is Taylor too, they've known each other since they were in first grade, back when they were innocent and played with Barbie's. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I expect Taylor will grow up, I remember being a teenager, getting into trouble, thinking my parents "did not get me" and thinking everyone was only out to make my life boring and lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a normal thing that all teen girls have cell phones these days and they get together and  text all night.  It's harmless, I did it, but my phone was an actual land line where you have to have some kind of human contact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now to the juice....Taylor B (my Taylor was given this nickname by the W family in order to distinguish the two girls long ago) and Taylor W were in B's room all night texting.  I was busy with my friends in town and figure..."hey they are happy, they arent complaining and they certainly arent bored"  All was good. Little did I know they had been texting a boy from B"s school.... Ok wait, I have to give alittle background first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor B has had two "boyfriends" this last year.  OMG!  How can I allow it, you ask??  She came to me to ask if she could date these two boys (of course on different occasions, she's no two-timer)  We had a conversation about what dating meant right now, what they would be doing...kissing?  holding hands??  In Taylor's world this is what 6th grade dating looks like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling a boy, texting a boy, MAYBE sitting together at lunch, but getting to say "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"  No kissing "GROSS", holding hands, "EWWW"  she didn't want him to come over, what would they talk about??  I figured I was in the clear.  "Sure Tay, you can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 hours later, they broke up.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;he looked at her funny :)  (Both of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to the story&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Taylors" were apparently texting one of these "Ex-Boyfriends" ALL night, and all morning yesterday.  Taylor W is apparently dating him now, (you know a great relationship when she can't remember his name and they have never even met)  So W convinces this boy to meet her down at the Old Mill.  She gets B to ask if they can go, and I have no reason to doubt they are just wanting to walk around.  She's done it before.  I was on my way home and asked her to vacuum before leaving and I'll be home in 15.  They agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get home to a very un-vacuumed house, and am a little upset.  Thank goodness for cell phones, I call them up and send them back home, "you did NOT do what I asked"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean-time, Kaci is my eaves-dropper.  She does it without anyone even noticing, and she loves to feel needed, I found yesterday for this to be the PERFECT combination!  Kaci comes to me and says, "Mom, The Taylors are not just going to walk around, I heard them setting things up the meet they boys at the Old Mill"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have teen-agers living in my house.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get home, and I totally bust them.  B breaks down, she can't believe she lied, I'll never do it again.  Not that I completely believe her, but I know she feels horrible.  This is so out of character for her, my gut is this is more W than B.   I talked to both of them about how important it is for us parents to be able to trust you, if they would have asked, been honest of their intentions, I may have let them go.(for a short amount of time, I do remember being in 7th grade and wanting to meet boys) I want then to have fun, but honesty is always best.  Parent's give more when they feel they can trust you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B re-vacuumed the floor, we told a few stories of me meeting boys downtown when I was young and funny things that happened along the way.  I thought I got thru to them both...WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About an hour later, the boredom set in again, they decided to walk down to the park near our house.  OK, but you have to take Kaci...my little spy!  Kaci knew of her expected stealth  duties, and to report back discreetly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 minutes later B come walking thru the door alone???  W had taken off to meet these boys again!  I looked thru the texts sent back and forth on B's phone to W...this was her plan all along, and B wanted nothing to do with it.  At least I got thru to my own kid.  B refused to be apart of it, wouldn't go to the park where the boys were now meeting them, and ended up walking home alone to stay out of trouble.   GOOD GIRL!  Except for leaving your 9 year old spy sister with a 12 year old who apparently has another agenda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B got right on the phone after I old her to call and get the two girls home.  Luckily 20 minutes later, Dad came to pick her up.  I didn't say anything to her about my knowing her intentions.  This girl I'm sure felt like adults are so clueless, I'm sure she thought she was in the clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a chat with Dad later and filled him in, it' his daughter after all...not my problem.  She was BUSTED!  I'm pretty sure she manipulated her way out of that one.  She even tried convincing B that's not what happened and she doesn't understand why she thinks that....AND SHE SAW IT...with her own eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all those years of being manipulative myself have payed off.  Taylor has never gotten away with much, both my girls think I have spies all over town, and neither one is really that great of a liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B is now dealing with her first girl fight, you can imagine how upset W is with her for ratting her out.  We had to talk about that too last night and saw W's true colors with all her nasty texts.  There will be more girls fights over the years, that's for sure.  Some girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It breaks my heart to think that she's able to lie her way out of being in too much trouble.  She does have Dad wrapped around her finger.  I just hope someone can get thru to her before sneaking to the Old Mill to meet boys turns into something worse.  It's so sad when you have these girls you've seen grow up start to head down a nasty path.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned last night by all....I think I need to make sure my eyes are always open, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think I have a teen-ager living in my house"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-2152797993671820396?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2152797993671820396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-teenager-lives-with-me-personal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2152797993671820396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/2152797993671820396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-teenager-lives-with-me-personal.html' title='I think a teenager lives with me?? {Personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7827104890290171658</id><published>2009-08-06T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:51:15.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product'/><title type='text'>a "twist" in guest books {Product}</title><content type='html'>My friend Jessi, the one who recently got married, asked me to photograph an engagement session with her and Jimmy and create her a one of a kind album to use as the guest book.  WHY have I not done this before.  It turned out better than I could have imagined.  The printer was amazing, and sent me a beautifully crafted art piece.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had dinner with Jessi and a few ladies last night.  (what a blast, but that's another story....)  She brought the album for all of us to see and read some of the funny and truly inspirational words her friends and guests left behind.  Jessi must LOVE me, she let me take home her beloved book, the one she has read over again every night before bed, so I could photograph it and show the world this yummy book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to sell more....they are scrumptious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3796312072/" title="IMG_3005 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3796312072_f9cab13c1a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3005" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3795492729/" title="IMG_2981 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/3795492729_70795214a8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2981" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3796311748/" title="IMG_2978 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3796311748_2d25c87826_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2978" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3795492531/" title="IMG_2968 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/3795492531_b78ff547c0_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2968" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3795492309/" title="IMG_2954 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3795492309_6c99e19d0d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2954" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3796311440/" title="IMG_2963 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3796311440_b41cd347c2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2963" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;The whole album is 12, panoramic,  wonderful pages.  Fully mounted on 1/8" thick mount board.  Lined with beautiful taffeta black fabric and covered in soft bronze "faux" leather.  (can you tell I LOVE this book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;I would recommend this little trend to anyone.  It's a great option to the "traditional" guest books, you know the ones, that hardly any one signs, because they "forget"  This one everyone was talking about.  They were passing along a strong word of advice to check it out! I of course felt completely flattered and Sophie and I, (my partner in crime) soaked it all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7827104890290171658?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7827104890290171658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-guest-books-product.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7827104890290171658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7827104890290171658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-guest-books-product.html' title='a &amp;quot;twist&amp;quot; in guest books {Product}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-556223296864722816</id><published>2009-08-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:01:55.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Lani and Nick {Wedding}</title><content type='html'>Lani and I met in the 7th grade.  She was always the cute one, with the wild curly hair.  We loved her!  She was fun, and outgoing, and perky...very perky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her parents took me to my first concert, we had countless sleepovers, tanned with lemon juice and baby oil, and danced.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lani and I don't see each other all the time, our lives have taken different paths, but she's always great about keeping in touch.  We email, and see each other occasionally when I can make it to Portland, or she actually comes to Bend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The summer before moving to Bend, both Lani and I were living in Salem, the first time in years we had been in the same place. That particular summer we hung out a ton.  This was also she summer she met her "husband to be" Nick.  I loved him from the moment I met him.  He's cuddly, and funny, rough and sweet all rolled into one giant teddy bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Lani asked me to photograph her wedding I was beyond honored.  I only hope I do the happy couple justice. Soon, the nerves set in, when I realized this would be the first wedding from "the old gang" and all the old friends that would be there.  Once there, I relaxed, so did she and the magic began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such a great time at this wedding.  To see two old friends so happy and in love and to be such a huge part of her day was amazing.  I haven't seen her parents in years, or her little brother (who happens to not be so little anymore)  There were old high school friends, new one's I hope to keep and LOTS of great homemade beer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a sneak peak....more to come after Laners (aka Sister Bunny...dont' ask) approves the photos and raves to me about how much she loves them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3791137828/" title="Radtke-84 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/3791137828_c3cd390b90_o.jpg" alt="Radtke-84" height="450" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3791099484/" title="Radtke-253 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3791099484_cf5da624f6_o.jpg" alt="Radtke-253" height="450" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-556223296864722816?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/556223296864722816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/lani-and-nick-wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/556223296864722816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/556223296864722816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/lani-and-nick-wedding.html' title='Lani and Nick {Wedding}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7329543832329125848</id><published>2009-07-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:01:22.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Jovi &amp; Bob {Engagement}</title><content type='html'>I have known who this woman was for years, 4 to be exact.  She was quiet and for what ever reason, even though our children have been in school together, in the same class, we had never talked until this last school year.  I LOVE HER!  I've missed out!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their family have become one of our favorite families to be with.  Two of her children were in both of my kids classes this last year, and we were able to help carpool, talk about the "normal" things that drive us crazy with our kids, and just enjoy each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been dating Bob for a few years now, and finally this last spring, SHE asked him to marry her.  I'm so happy for them.  Bob, is one of these guys that should be sold on the shelves.  He's a Mr. Fix-it,  can build anything, loves to hunt &amp;amp; fish, and do manly things, he's sweet, great with the kids, and LOVES to hang with the whole family.  They have both been married before and have a whole brood of kids.  5 in all, minus the 8 year old, they are ALL teen-agers.  Plus, it's not uncommon for them to have a few extra kids hanging out there, they always have a houseful, but I think they like it that way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding is scheduled for September.  I can't wait to celebrate with them.  Congratulations Bob and Jovi ( pronounced Hovi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being great sports.  Bob thought were going in the back yard to shoot a picture or two.  Little did he know, I was taking the pictures, and this was going to be a major production!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3768562145/" title="series-2 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2522/3768562145_a6d021b91e.jpg" alt="series-2" height="250" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3769362964/" title="series1 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/3769362964_facae50e97.jpg" alt="series1" height="250" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7329543832329125848?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7329543832329125848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/jovi-bob-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7329543832329125848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7329543832329125848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/jovi-bob-engagement.html' title='Jovi &amp;amp; Bob {Engagement}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2522/3768562145_a6d021b91e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-4144787903243683630</id><published>2009-07-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:02:12.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Jimmy and Jessi {Personal}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I do believe I just attended my very first wedding, since the beginning of my photography career, that I was not photographing.  I felt lost.  I wandered around, still having a good time, but wishing i had the security of my camera in hand.  This was the main reason for my not shooting this particular wedding.  Jessi knows me well enough to know I tend to blend in and observe when I have said camera.  She wanted me to live, and enjoy her moment.  I did have a great time.  They hired a fabulous photographer from Portland, who I know captured every moment perfectly...I watched.  There was an AMAZING band, and a room full of wonderful people who all love this couple with all their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My contribution to the wedding was an engagement session that I photographed with my great friend and occasional business partner, Mrs. Sphie Paez.  "Together we make magic", this is our tag line, or at least what we tell people when we get the typical rave of our work together, and from ALL the raves at the wedding from the session, turned guest book, we did it again.  If I do say so myself, it was amazing.  I, of course forgot to photograph the book before giving it to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Unfortunately, in order for me no actually not consume myself with every moment of the wedding, I did have to leave the camera at home, so I have no photos of the beautiful couple from that day.  I had to rely on the "hired" photographers to hopefully catch my good side, and all the snap shots from our drunken friends camera, which are now scattered across Facebook.  As terrible as it is, this is so far, the only photo of proof I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3766618710/" title="Jessis wedding by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3421/3766618710_85b35970bc_o.jpg" alt="Jessis wedding" height="453" width="604" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Congratulations Jimmy and Jessi, you are an amazing couple and will be an incredible family in the years to come.  You have shown my family so much love and friendship over the years, Thank you!  I am excited to continue to grow with you, and our little "family" we have created for ourselves here in Bend, and look forrward to hopefully taking some maternity shots of you real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-4144787903243683630?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4144787903243683630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/jimmy-and-jessi-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4144787903243683630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/4144787903243683630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/jimmy-and-jessi-personal.html' title='Jimmy and Jessi {Personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-3973238936971156248</id><published>2009-07-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:02:25.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Hood Canal {Personal}</title><content type='html'>My best-est friend from High School flew out from Mesa, AZ last week with her kiddos.  She arrived on Monday morning, and Sunday night....the evil flu hit our home.  One right after the other we dropped like flies to our refuge of the bathroom floor.  I barely gathered myself to pick her up from the airport, and continued my lazy day of caching up with her from the couch.  We had plans to take our first road trip with all four kids to her grandparents cain on the Puget Sound, a 6 hour drive from Bend.  The plan was to leave Tuesday morning.  We prayed and hoped that things would not have to be canceled. To all of our surprise, we all woke up Tuesday morning feeling GREAT!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car was packed with tons of snacks, water, and too much luggage, and we were on our way.  It stated out uneventful, until we had a puker.  I'm still not sure if it was car sickness, or a tinge of the flu remnants, but we gave her a bag and she was good to go.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played every car game known to man, our favorite (or at least mine and Dawnika's) was the "quiet game".  the kids piled more snacks into those little bodies than I thought they had room for, and in 6 hours we made it, and still in one piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722540620/" title="IMG_0235 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/3722540620_cdc70a2f3c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0235" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the kids stepped their feet on the sand they were in the water.  It was much too cold, but none of them really seemed to mind to much. There was BBQing and sparklers.  Brownies and old photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729027/" title="IMG_0273 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2582/3721729027_8ca2a4f911_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0273" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729027/" title="IMG_0273 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729027/" title="IMG_0273 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729027/" title="IMG_0273 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722540736/" title="IMG_0239 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3722540736_5d67361531_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0239" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722540820/" title="IMG_0267 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3722540820_0167fec109_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0267" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729107/" title="IMG_0286 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/3721729107_7f3b4b3348_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0286" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722541306/" title="IMG_0305 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3722541306_8d9290bd28_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0305" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722541532/" title="IMG_0322 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/3722541532_fbcfee4cf1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0322" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729277/" title="IMG_0301 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3721729277_e4e256371b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0301" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722541830/" title="IMG_0359 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3722541830_a185e93159_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0359" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning was more of the same.  Kids in the water, way too cold for anyone over the age of  15, and LOTs of sea creature finding; starfish, crabs, muscles, sea snails, and clams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721729943/" title="IMG_0390 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3721729943_134368a330_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0390" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722542078/" title="IMG_0415 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3722542078_ac71cd0637_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0415" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721730035/" title="IMG_0393 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/3721730035_319a183d2d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0393" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721730155/" title="IMG_0417 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3721730155_ec542947fc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0417" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722542238/" title="IMG_0434 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2647/3722542238_727aa72c31_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0434" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721730319/" title="IMG_0441 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/3721730319_2f085c203a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0441" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We caught our lunch of clams.  I think that's the first time I've ever been really full on clams.  We had more than all 8 of us could stuff in.  It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721730419/" title="IMG_0449 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/3721730419_919380bc6d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0449" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722542512/" title="IMG_0492 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/3722542512_46b0672aa9_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0492" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721730595/" title="IMG_0496 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3473/3721730595_27402a3414_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0496" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dawnika and I chatted most of the day and watched our kids have a great time.  Around 4pm, we had to take off for part 2 of the big adventure...Off to Dawnika's dads house in Lake Oswego.  This luckily was only a 3 hour drive, two of which ALL 4 kids slept and were quiet.  Thank you Bob and Lois for a great night at the cabin!  Your hospitality was amazing!  We were a large bunch of energy and they dealt with it with grace and plenty of love for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3722542972/" title="IMG_0549 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2487/3722542972_42b4d5709c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0549" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3721730689/" title="IMG_0545 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3721730689_c60db84a6e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0545" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed to fly by, and before we knew it we were off heading home, back to Bend.  It's always sad to see them go, but nice to get back to our every day routines.  We've had a busy and eventful summer so far, and the times is flying by incredibly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks D and kids for a fun trip.  We will always remember our first road trip with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-3973238936971156248?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3973238936971156248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/hood-canal-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3973238936971156248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/3973238936971156248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/hood-canal-personal.html' title='Hood Canal {Personal}'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495805124138396574.post-7986867422155755811</id><published>2009-06-23T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:00:25.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Jefferson, Iowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655761448/" title="IMG_8914 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/3655761448_81d1f067b3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8914" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The Shannon home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sit and write this, I’m 15, 000 feet in the air, returning from a great reunion in Jefferson, Iowa.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in March I received a beautifully written card from a dear friend that inspired this little vacation of mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope everyone is lucky enough to have the kind of friend that writes letters just because and ALWAYS remembers your birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is thoughtful and kind and if you need to call in the middle of the night, it’s always Ok.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen and I met in that other life of mine, when I lived in North Carolina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Taylor was little and she was one of the first Army girlfriends I actually enjoyed. It was a friendship destined for eternity from the first moments we spoke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In our 11 years of friendship, 1 ½ of them we have lived in the same town, actually on the same street.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is originally from Iowa, and after her relationship with said “GI” she returned home and met her husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did fly out for the wedding 7 years ago (next week) and she returned the favor 4 years ago when she came to see me in Bend with her mother-in-law, Mary Kay,  and baby Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654962693/" title="IMG_9209 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3654962693_aae3be67b5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9209" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Me, Mary Kay, and Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, now that you have a little history, on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allen (husband) and I have been working on our plan for months along with Mother-on-Law in the early stages. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Operation “Surprise the S%$#@ out of Karen” was born and the planning began.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me mention that Allen is more that quiet, and is notorious for forgetting, or just not acknowledging much when it comes to holidays or celebrations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know him well before this trip, but after our plan was successfully carried out, we are now “great friends” at least for Allen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long day of flying I arrived in Des Moines, IA after my flight had been delayed two hours. (Let me say that when you trying to pull off the surprise of the century, a delayed flight is more than inconvenient.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allen was waiting for me at the terminal, unfortunately a little too long I’m sure.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;We still had an hour drive that quickly turned into two when Allen decided to take me on the “scenic” tour of Rural Iowa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I am such a scenic buff I actually didn’t’ mind a bit, and the extra time in the car gave us more time to get to know each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Did I mention I had met Allen once at the wedding?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was actually rather chatty and I now see why Karen fell for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s charming and funny, in that dry kind of way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we reached Jefferson, both of us tried to reach her on the phone, with no luck I might add. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On to Plan B…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head back to the house and wait??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily she called Allen’s phone within 10 min. and was at the neighbors enjoying a cold beverage with the rest of the rowdy bunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point I could barely contain myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Karen called me last Tues,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3 days before I left, to try to convince me that we could not let another summer go by without getting together,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inside….I was DIEING.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was going to be absolutely perfect.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allen went ahead, made some quick and normal conversation, while I anxiously waited along side the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I got my signal, I made my entrance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I imagined every way this reunion could go down, with tears and all, and none of them were as great as the real moments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had I only had a video camera?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Karen were a cartoon character, her eyes would have popped from her head when she saw me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was priceless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did the double take…stunned…throw your sunglasses from your head…rush over to me…proceed to hug me tighter than I’ve ever been hugged before…and weep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both stood there on the back porch of her neighbors, cute craftsman bungalow hugging and weeping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of the trip was amazing; catching up and playing with her beautiful daughters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t’ do too much out of the ordinary, I just wanted to be with her. We bought matching friendship scarves, and peacock feathers for Olivia and me; I won the heart of the very stubborn and strong willed Sadie, and I think even Allen enjoyed a night or two of conversation. (And I like beer, so I was in) It was just the simple things to remember our time together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course my camera was always in hand, with the ridiculously adorable children she has and the lush rolling hills Iowa has to offer, I was in photography heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655761138/" title="IMG_9151 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3655761138_274fb138ce_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9151" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654962409/" title="IMG_9139 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3654962409_9c641eb559_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9139" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655761006/" title="IMG_9116 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/3655761006_1e03776dc3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9116" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655760920/" title="IMG_9092 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/3655760920_d15efb2c36_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9092" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With no more than 4000 people, Jefferson Iowa has made its claim on my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I’m a small town farm girl after all, or maybe it’s just the genuine people it produces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever it was, it felt a little like home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had the girls been with me, I would have been completely content to pitch my tent in the back yard until the house across the street became available: Bringing my dear friend and I full circle, back to neighbors again after all of these long years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655760758/" title="IMG_8873 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/3655760758_4f00b8cfe2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8873" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the days when I could run across the street and have a cup of coffee with my friend, or sit and talk about the stupid fight we had with our significant others; a quick run to the store, or a few beers and great food at the hurricane party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s a keeper for life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will not wait another 4 years to see her again, and one day, when I make it big, I’m buying that house across the street, so we can have our coffee every morning…together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;KMS, I love you!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654962591/" title="IMG_9184 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/3654962591_6c73e58450_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9184" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654961967/" title="IMG_8849 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3654961967_fef903e582_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8849" height="640" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Some fun architecture  liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655760594/" title="IMG_8839 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3655760594_d821652ece_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8839" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655760532/" title="IMG_8835 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3655760532_0ee00b1bf7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8835" height="640" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The local donut shop.  Friendliest guy I have ever met.  Knew the girls by name and even gave me a few tokens to take with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655760396/" title="IMG_8832 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3655760396_1428bd4a28_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8832" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654961731/" title="IMG_8846 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3654961731_e5687d866b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8846" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654961571/" title="IMG_8680 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3654961571_4379f6d089_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8680" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3654961389/" title="IMG_8591 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3654961389_e1f20c0047_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8591" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655759938/" title="IMG_8588 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3655759938_2d9f52bec8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8588" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35158940@N04/3655760034/" title="IMG_8607 by tambilane, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3655760034_409dd2b9f6_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8607" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495805124138396574-7986867422155755811?l=tambilanephotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7986867422155755811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/jefferson-iowa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7986867422155755811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495805124138396574/posts/default/7986867422155755811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tambilanephotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/jefferson-iowa.html' title='Jefferson, Iowa'/><author><name>Tambi Lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894277599236953679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lzyjR-7Ks/TSX_P-4NRNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjnJZ5UCLZE/S220/LaneGirls-4743.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
