My friend and co-worker Mark Lonsway hooked me up with Dayna for some shots she was needing for her upcoming website revamp. We went to Marathon Village, the same place I went for the shots with Ty Parker. For Dayna’s
Hamilton
Today, Olympic figure skater Scott Hamilton came into the studio for a voice over. This is the most famous person I’ve knowingly photographed, so this really marks a special occasion for Bo Boswell Photography. I mean, it can only go
Holding
My mom and Traci’s mom have kinda tag-teamed this week and have come up to help Traci keep Turner during the day. They’ve both been a great help, so I snapped a quick photo of my mom and Turner before
Overhead
This was really the first night that Turner spent a good deal of time in his crib. He seems to like it much better than the bassinet we’ve been using beside our bed. This was also my first scheduled day
Da Birds
Hmph. I guess we really know how he feels now. Today, my old friends Jeremy and Shaun stopped by for a visit and to meet Turner. They also planned to go visit our mutual friend, Blake Hester. Blake was checked
Happy Birthday, Traci
Today is Traci’s birthday, but she didn’t really want to celebrate today because Turner is still so new. So, she’s requested that we push her birthday back to November 11. So, you’ll probably see birthday another celebration in a month.
Watching Over
When we first got home this past Sunday, Zeppelin didn’t really know what to think about Turner and he acted very distant from us. If you’ve never owned a dog or been as close to one as we are to
Fam Damily
We took Turner outside for a few minutes today and I wanted to take advantage of the situation and get a few shots of the “family” (minus me). We weren’t out long before Traci noticed that there were mosquitoes flying
More, more, more
Traci’s mom went home yesterday afternoon, so last night was my and Traci’s first night alone with the little one. It went well enough; at one point, we got 3 straight hours of sleep. Awesome. Traci’s parents wanted to bring
Red Wagon
Traci got some flowers delivered today from her work place. While I know this isn’t a wheelbarrow, it reminds me of the famous poem by William Carlos Williams. The Red Wheelbarrow so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed