<?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-7177395325904819984</id><updated>2012-02-07T20:27:33.946-05:00</updated><category term='newborn'/><category term='portraits'/><category term='give back'/><category term='maternity'/><category term='nature'/><category term='children'/><category term='my family'/><category term='personal'/><category term='grad'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>S3 Artistic Photography Blog Sarah Martin Greenville Michigan Natural Light Photographer</title><subtitle type='html'>Lifestyle portraits and art using natural light.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-95373270516130936</id><published>2011-12-30T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:07:59.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Back | Christmas Tree Farm with the Atanasoff Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1652031891_QtdLjhs-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-QtdLjhs/0/L/i-QtdLjhs-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a meaningful and fun experience this was for me! Not only did I raise over $500 to support Heartland Hospice, I was able to see a glimpse of this family's Christmas traditions. They usually cut their own tree anyway, so spending the afternoon with me was a huge bonus for them, I suppose :)  I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time!  Their humor clearly feeds off each other, making it impossible for anyone witnessing their interactions to keep a straight face. Another tradition they have is wearing holiday sweaters, and yes, per my suggestion, they brought them along just for kicks and giggles. Giggles were had, for certain. Stay tuned for the holiday sweater shots to be featured on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/S3ArtisticPhotography"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing stories with my camera, but not everything is always as it appears. They REALLY wanted snow, so I pulled some of my winter magic. Since Abbey was the official winner, they voted she should cut down the tree. Wink, wink. All kidding  aside, the reality was about documenting this family making Christmas memories.... ones I hope they remember for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support in my first ever fundraising attempt. I can say I think I've started a tradition of my own, too. Look for another give back opportunity next holiday season. A big shout out to all those who supported my project; I couldn't do it without each and every one of you. Hope your Christmas' were merry and your new year is bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/11/personal-my-story-give-back.html"&gt;2011 Official Give Back Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.michigan.org/Property/Detail.aspx?p=B17736"&gt;Rainbow's End Tree Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% of proceeds to &lt;a href="http://www.hcr-manorcare.com/Services/Hospice.aspx"&gt;Heartland Hospice&lt;/a&gt; totaling $520&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/7177395325904819984-95373270516130936?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/95373270516130936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=95373270516130936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/95373270516130936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/95373270516130936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-back-christmas-tree-farm-with.html' title='Give Back | Christmas Tree Farm with the Atanasoff Family'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2267442647227954517</id><published>2011-11-08T19:15:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:00:03.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give back'/><title type='text'>Personal | My Story | Give Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1574385866_k7Rpcb7-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-k7Rpcb7/0/L/i-k7Rpcb7-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&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;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;Last year was my first Christmas without my Mom, except the one year she delivered a bouncing baby boy Christmas Eve when I was five. That was way different. Last year I was guarded by the shock of losing her three weeks prior to Christmas. We had just had an amazing Thanksgiving together with all extended family, filled with both laughter and tears. We had a girl's day that weekend with my two sisters and sister-in-law where we saw a movie she was so eager to watch and topped it off with dinner and margaritas. It was our last happy memory. She quickly declined, we thought from exhaustion. It was more. Within a couple weeks her organs began shutting down and we were instructed to prepare ourselves. Within a few hours of her death, I was sitting with her, her hand in mine. She was non-responsive, but I talked to her anyway.  I talked through my tears and told her how wonderful she was, and how grateful I was to have her in my life. I went on telling her how scared I was to lose her. I then closed my eyes and prayed in a soft voice. Never in my entire life have I felt God's presence greater than that day. My eyes opened when her room lit up, the clouds had opened, but it was still snowing hard outdoors. Through the curtain sheer the snow shimmered, as if dust off an angel's wings. It was an amazing sight and feeling. I noticed tears had formed in the corner of her eyes and felt that was her way of saying goodbye to me and hello to the angels. Many of us had quiet moments with her that day, but it was when we all stepped out of her room and were talking in the living room, laughing even, that she slipped away. It was just how she had planned, and that brought tremendous peace to me. I held her hand as the angels guided her spirit to heaven. I held it a lot longer than that actually and letting go was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This journey was guided along with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.hcr-manorcare.com/HeartlandHospice/GrandRapids.aspx"&gt;Heartland Hospice&lt;/a&gt;. They stepped in with open arms when my Mom was first diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. They became my parents' only non-related social outlet. Their care and companionship for my family, especially for my Mom and Dad, far exceeded my expectations. It was more than checking vitals and medication refills; they didn't hesitate to become close to someone who was fighting a losing battle. They listened to stories, shared their own memories and made many more. The nurses, social worker and chaplain all made meaningful impacts in her life, touching all ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From day one, my Mom was accepting of her fate. It was extremely hard for me to understand, but looking back, I realize that's the person she was. Her faith brought self comfort. She grieved for us, her husband of nearly forty years and five children, worried about how to help us cope and move forward. I never knew a person could be this strong. I am proud to say, yes, my Mom was that strong and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please join me and give to Heartland Hospice.  You never know when they will reach out and connect to someone you love. When/if they do, your life will be forever changed and you'll be in awe of the entire experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In memory of Bernice Jean Glass, February 18, 1949 - December 5th, 2010. &lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-2267442647227954517?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2267442647227954517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2267442647227954517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2267442647227954517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2267442647227954517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/11/personal-my-story-give-back.html' title='Personal | My Story | Give Back'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1832282603547519861</id><published>2011-11-01T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:58:46.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Meet Kyle | GHS 2012</title><content type='html'>&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.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1562258523_5VJ6cHS-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-5VJ6cHS/0/L/i-5VJ6cHS-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle's a Greenville senior and excited for his final year of high school. When Kyle's not on the football field, you'll most likely find him with his &lt;a href="http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/09/camie-ghs-2012.html"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; or working on his truck. Both of them [the truck and his girlfriend, not to be confused with two girlfriends] even tagged along for his photo session! I was warned Kyle never smiles, but there were many times he couldn't stop smiling. I choose to showcase these non-smile photos for now, but I have some great smile images, too. Kyle hopes to attend MSU with his girlfriend, of course. He's retiring the baseball and football cleats to devote more time to his academics while in college. Best wishes, Kyle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;random kyle facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what makes you smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pet peeve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lawyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dream car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lifted diesel truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7177395325904819984-1832282603547519861?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1832282603547519861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1832282603547519861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1832282603547519861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1832282603547519861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-kyle-ghs-2012.html' title='Meet Kyle | GHS 2012'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-281977457073564773</id><published>2011-11-01T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:30:13.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Griffith Family | These Days Won't Last Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1561736499_jnKqsfp-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-jnKqsfp/0/L/i-jnKqsfp-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year after year, the Griffith's of &lt;a href="http://www.griffithphoto.com/"&gt;Griffith Photography&lt;/a&gt; pick me to document their family. Lucky me! Lucky them, too! I've been their photographer since their daughter was born; it's the challenge of shooting another photographer [and one who I greatly admire] that sets the bar high.  Real high. The reward is spending time with them and having them fall in love with my work... year after year. I become a stressful mess about an hour before the session, triple checking to make sure I don't leave anything behind. Once I have my camera in hand, everything seems to flow seamlessly... almost like I'm meant to do this. &lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;Every time I photograph them,  magic happens. They just show so much happiness; photographing them  for sure recharges my battery and renews my love for my job&lt;/span&gt;. These days won't last forever, but for now enjoy your beautiful children and leave the photography part up to me.&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/7177395325904819984-281977457073564773?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/281977457073564773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=281977457073564773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/281977457073564773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/281977457073564773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/11/griffith-family-these-days-wont-last.html' title='Griffith Family | These Days Won&apos;t Last Forever'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-858635665113080040</id><published>2011-10-31T13:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:16:51.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Nick | GHS 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1559494912_cFtxqLS-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-cFtxqLS/0/L/i-cFtxqLS-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photographed Nick's big brother a couple years ago and was delighted when they again contacted me for their photography needs.  He didn't want any of the same things his brother had in his photos, so we opted for a road trip up to his grandparents' place near Weidman. Nick and his family spend much of their down time there camping, running the trails [on quads, not legs] and catching up with cousins. It looked like such a fun place to explore; Grandpa sure built some cool forts and unique play areas! We stopped along our route and found some old buildings and eye candy to make his photos unlike his brother, or anyone else in G'ville for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random nick facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite way to spend a saturday?  &lt;br /&gt;hanging out with family and friends, especially camping, riding quads, going to the beach, watching the RedWings, hanging out with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet peeve? &lt;br /&gt;people that stink at driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest high school memory thus far?  &lt;br /&gt;(Can't think of a funniest... but one of the most fun memories was last year's prom.  My girlfriend, Casey, asked me to go and we've been seeing each other ever since.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt; I wish I knew!  When I graduated from kindergarten, I said I wanted to be a fireman.  Now, I just want to do something that I enjoy that makes a lot of money.  Haven't figured out yet what that might be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you won a million dollars, what's the first thing that comes to mind that you'd purchase? &lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a new car and give my mom some money&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/7177395325904819984-858635665113080040?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/858635665113080040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=858635665113080040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/858635665113080040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/858635665113080040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/10/nick-ghs-2012.html' title='Nick | GHS 2012'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4485593210645441543</id><published>2011-10-14T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:48:35.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Meet Meghan | BHS 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1529482937_ZmRBLKT-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-ZmRBLKT/0/L/i-ZmRBLKT-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to call 911, but Megan is on fire. Not only is she a smartypants, she's absolutely gorgeous! She's entered her final year at Belding High School and is ready to hit the "real word" in a blaze. She warned me ahead of time she was nervous about having her photos taken, but after ten minutes, she was over it and laughing. She told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the session she knows she's already gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her photos. Not sure if that confidence comes from herself or her confidence in me; I like to think it's both :) We stumbled upon a vintage fire truck and I felt as if I had won the lottery! We also stumbled upon a medium size toy truck hidden in the tall grass, but wait.... that wasn't a truck, was it?  Haha. Thanks for catching that, Meghan! What a laugh that was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for your bright future, Meghan.&lt;br /&gt;Random facts about Meghan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of music is on your iPod? I basically like anything but country. My favorite artist is Adele, especially her song “Someone Like You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in any extra curricular activities? I’m involved in my church and my faith means a lot to me. I am a member of the National Honor Society (academics and community service). I used to be a dancer; I’m in marching band (I play the clarinet); I am in drama, and I play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you passionate about? &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust:none;font-stretch:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love to sing. I am also passionate about working with children and science. I want to work with both in my career, hopefully as a pediatrician.&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/7177395325904819984-4485593210645441543?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4485593210645441543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4485593210645441543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4485593210645441543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4485593210645441543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/10/meet-meghan-bhs-2012.html' title='Meet Meghan | BHS 2012'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8759839450064601283</id><published>2011-09-18T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:25:43.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Beard Family | Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1484813970_XJcDcH2-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-XJcDcH2/0/L/i-XJcDcH2-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Krista first contacted me to photograph her family and their darling daughter last year, the timing wasn't in our favor. I'm always excited when a potential new client remembers me! So a year later, it became reality. The fall air was cool the day of their session and Emery wasn't feeling herself, but we made the most of it. Their session was fun and interactive, even though Jeff was a tad skeptical of the tea party idea :) I eased his concerns when I explained my vision and said it would be a casual event with a natural setting and nothing fancy. Emery engrossed herself into the pretend world and I was fortunate enough to document this day for them.&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/7177395325904819984-8759839450064601283?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8759839450064601283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8759839450064601283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8759839450064601283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8759839450064601283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/09/beard-family-tea-party.html' title='Beard Family | Tea Party'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1377186670079807241</id><published>2011-09-01T12:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:21:57.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camie | GHS 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1458400809_Btnh9pd-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-Btnh9pd/0/L/i-Btnh9pd-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camie is about to enter her senior year at Greenville High School.  She's so stinkin' sweet and adorable; everyone knows it, even the young boys that followed us through town on their bikes! Camie loves Friday night football games, especially supporting and celebrating with her boyfriend after his team wins. She's eager to start the next chapter in her life and is thinking of studying at MSU to become a doctor. I wish the very best for her as she enters this exciting school year, and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random camie facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;what is your favorite high school memory so far?&lt;br /&gt;The Greenville/Lowell football game last year, watching our team beat  Lowell on their own field. I was there with my friends and we painted  our faces rushing the field after winning to give my boyfriend congrats  hug was great. The whole school was so excited.&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you say is the first thing people notice about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Funny story, I really had no idea what to put for this question so I  asked facebook! Someone said my height; I am 5" so I'm pretty small and  everyone notices that! I also got my smile and the fact that 'I'm so  bubbly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about extra curricular activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This will be my second year in DECA and I love it! I am also a new member of H.O.N.K, which stands for "Helping Out New Kids"&lt;div class="im"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you spend your weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I'm ALWAYS with my boyfriend Kyle, or friends. Right now football season  is just starting and I will be at every single game in the front row. I  love events like that. I also work a lot. I work at the theater in  Greenville so that's a huge part of my weekends.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1377186670079807241?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1377186670079807241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1377186670079807241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1377186670079807241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1377186670079807241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/09/camie-ghs-2012.html' title='Camie | GHS 2012'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-697316793240132240</id><published>2011-08-30T15:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:14:35.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Meet Allie | BHS 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_MjPRk3#1455652084_Ndcnpzb-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/i-Ndcnpzb/0/L/i-Ndcnpzb-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie will soon be entering her final year at Belding High School. This girl has a lot to proud of and a future that's exciting. As you can see, she rocked her senior session. And that's not all she's rockin' these days. Allie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; sing! She sang a Miranda Lambert song while I photographed her and I was fortunate enough to have a front row seat. She's involved with many extra curricular activities and student council president. She plans to attend college at either Saginaw State or MSU with her older sister; all in hopes of becoming a pediatric nurse, but her real passion is performing at any level. I'm certain she's driven enough to do something spectacular with her life and whatever paths she crosses will positively affect others along the way. For now, Allie,  make the most of your senior year and keep on rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Allie facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;what makes you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;music, my friends, dancing, comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;favorite way to spend a saturday? &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; sleeping, hanging out with my friends, playing music or going to an amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;store you could easily spend 1k?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;maurices, jc penny or khols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height:16px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-697316793240132240?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/697316793240132240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=697316793240132240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/697316793240132240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/697316793240132240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/08/meet-allie-bhs-2012.html' title='Meet Allie | BHS 2012'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3113206219633621088</id><published>2011-07-30T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:14:12.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>2012 GHS Grad | Mitchell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1408299419_rkXj9Lz-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-rkXj9Lz/0/L/i-rkXj9Lz-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mitchell is a soon to be graduate of Greenville High School.  He was a trooper for his photo session, even if it was the last thing he'd rather be doing. His mood lightened once we hit the soccer stadium. Yes, being a mom to three young children I knew to save the best for last. Mitchell loves soccer: from the competitive games to horsing around with friends on the field. He started playing young and I have a feeling he's gonna finish his final year strong. He's determined to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;You may notice there are no soccer photos included in his sneak peek. As I previously stated, I like to save the best for last. Best wishes, Mitchell, for a successful year both on and off the field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3113206219633621088?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3113206219633621088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3113206219633621088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3113206219633621088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3113206219633621088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/07/2012-ghs-grad-mitchell.html' title='2012 GHS Grad | Mitchell'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1034147581651490657</id><published>2011-05-10T14:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:17:45.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2011 | Ian &amp; Abbey</title><content type='html'>&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.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1285659183_3ZThkWX-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/i-3ZThkWX/0/L/i-3ZThkWX-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stoked when Abbey said she wanted me to take photos of her and boyfriend, Ian, before her final school dance: PROM! These two are are absolutely smitten with one another one minute and quirky the next. Ian saved me from a panic attack when he noticed a snake coiled in the grass. He assured us if we left it alone, it would be fine... as he attempted to poke at it! He again came to the rescue with his sharp eyes when he noticed a buzz-illion bees [get it? haha] flying around a hidden nest. I was lucky to end the session unscathed, and very thankful to spend some time with these two. I hope you two had a fabulous evening!&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/7177395325904819984-1034147581651490657?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1034147581651490657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1034147581651490657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1034147581651490657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1034147581651490657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/05/prom-2011-ian-abbey.html' title='Prom 2011 | Ian &amp; Abbey'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5186166602827903939</id><published>2011-03-02T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:42:58.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>2011 Grad | Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1204215609_twHEk-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1204215609_twHEk-L.jpg" title="" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Ashley for years and when she choose me to document this exciting time in her life it indeed made me smile. This girl is going places and wants to save the world "one crazy person at a time". Her words. I don't lie. She's full of life and youthfulness and I'm curious to follow her many adventures. Her first expedition is following her heart, but also playing smart. She's soon moving to Washington DC to be with the one she loves. Should it matter that he's a studly Marine who's climbing the military ladder? While there, she'll take online classes at Central Michigan University. I have zero doubt that she'll find success and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some other random Ashley knowings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;what makes you smile? my boyfriend, friends, &amp;amp; my sisters and brothers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;who is your  hero and why? Gandi, because of all the struggles he went through to  fight for his rights and for everything he did for humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;favorite restaurant? ihop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;store you could easily spend $1k? rue 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;dream job? psychologist&lt;/span&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/7177395325904819984-5186166602827903939?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5186166602827903939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5186166602827903939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5186166602827903939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5186166602827903939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-grad-ashley.html' title='2011 Grad | Ashley'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3052041096225914039</id><published>2011-01-06T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:01:49.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>Expecting | Griffith Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1148595180_MfrJd-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1148595180_MfrJd-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does my confidence wonders when Emily and Allan Griffith of &lt;a href="http://www.griffithphoto.com/"&gt;Griffith Photography&lt;/a&gt; continue to commission me for their photography needs. They are expecting their second child TODAY, so I thought I'd better get these posted. They appreciate my style and have even gone as far as naming their living room the S3 Gallery... how cool is that? Emily is as beautiful as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;expecting mama could possibly be.... seriously, look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1148595147_B6rP2-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1148595147_B6rP2-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other photos of her that are defiantly blog worthy, but for privacy reasons won't be featured here. For those of you interested in a maternity session, it can be as intimate as you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1148595108_AFFSR-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1148595108_AFFSR-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their little girl wasn't feeling so well that day, so the best option was to make her comfortable, aka nap! They read her a couple stories and soon she was asleep. The plan worked like butter and I nearly melted when I got this shot of mother and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief nap, it was outdoors we went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1148594929_tKJ2B-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1148594929_tKJ2B-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1148594703_eVVEu-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1148594703_eVVEu-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you the very best, Emily and Allan, as your welcome your little boy into the world today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3052041096225914039?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3052041096225914039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3052041096225914039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3052041096225914039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3052041096225914039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2011/01/expecting-griffith-family.html' title='Expecting | Griffith Family'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4678596713422112409</id><published>2010-10-02T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:14:16.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>2011 Grad | Abbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1031758297_ckM2X-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1031758297_ckM2X-L.jpg" title="" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbey is a soon to be graduate of Greenville High School. Her eyes are alluring, her smile warm, and her beauty is abundant. Her mom told me the word that best describes her is energy.  She picked &lt;a href="http://www.eastowngr.com/"&gt;Eastown&lt;/a&gt; for the location of her session for that reason alone. Eastown is full of color, unique shops and restaurants. My husband took one look at her [yes, he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; supportive and will look at my work per request] and said she resembles Ellen Pompeo. For someone who never watches Grey's Anatomy, he's right! Ok, now back on track.... Abby was a thrill to photograph, until I stepped on that dead [really, really dead] bird, but let's not talk about that. It was really gross and I felt awful. Ok, seriously moving on now... Abbey is a bright spot in the future. She's passionate about helping people and I can tell she has a heart of gold. I wish you the very best, Abbey, in your senior year, college life at CMU and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Abbey facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;ooh, toughie. food is my life.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go with Yesterdog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your greatest accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;while  its not the most glamorous answer, i would have to say my greatest  accomplishment is figuring out who i am. i know 40 year olds who have  absolutely no idea who they are or what they stand for, so i'd have to  say "go me" on that one :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do with a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;donate as much as possible, and use the rest to:&lt;br /&gt;-pay off mine and my sister's student loans&lt;br /&gt;-buy my parents their dream house&lt;br /&gt;-build a house in Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;-open an animal rescue with my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite musical artist/song?&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer!!!&lt;br /&gt;we're getting married,&lt;br /&gt;he just doesn't know it yet.&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/7177395325904819984-4678596713422112409?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4678596713422112409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4678596713422112409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4678596713422112409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4678596713422112409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/10/2011-grad-abbey.html' title='2011 Grad | Abbey'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2523739629868354318</id><published>2010-09-17T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:58:10.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Celebration Spotlight | Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1011190341_Q6vTe-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1011190341_Q6vTe-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, more birthday photos would be posted. Our sweet baby Eli is a baby no more. He's gaining independence, and pretty much believes he rules the roost, except when Chelsea and Alex are around. It's then that he can't make his own decisions. Which ever one is on his good side, he's got their back and he agrees to do anything he or she would like. Barely breaking 30 pounds and just now wearing 3T jeans, it's hard to believe he's four already and will start a full day of school next fall. No matter how big and strong he becomes, he'll always be my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2523739629868354318?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2523739629868354318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2523739629868354318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2523739629868354318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2523739629868354318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebration-spotlight-eli.html' title='Celebration Spotlight | Eli'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-742056443304363974</id><published>2010-09-09T21:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:24:41.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>2011 Grad | Brooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1001484375_ALTfH-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1001484375_ALTfH-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke is a senior at Belding High School, so we stayed in her hometown for senior photos. It's always fun to find an old building and put it to good use! This night was no exception. Brooke was a pleasure to photograph; I swear she laughs at everything :) It was the serious shots that took a bit more effort for her, so she would tell herself that she was trying to look into my soul through my camera. Well, let me show you who won that battle. [Look above; no additional words needed]. Her gorgeous eyes can draw anyone in and what I saw that night was beautiful, warm and striking. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke is also involved with volleyball and track. Did you catch the article in yesterday's GR Press? Yeah, that's her team receiving some well deserved recognition!  I had to include a couple volleyball shots in her sneak peek, just for being a good sport. Pun intended, even though it's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#1001484234_syRKs-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/1001484234_syRKs-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random facts about Brooke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;my best friends (2 who just happen to live in different states)&lt;br /&gt;but pretty much anything can make me smile because anything can make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;quiznos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;store you could easily spend $1k?&lt;br /&gt;any store, haha. probably forever 21&lt;br /&gt;or pacsun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream job?&lt;br /&gt;for awhile i wanted to be a book editor/publisher but i'm not sure anymore. hopefully i'll figure it out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the very best, Brooke, in your senior year and beyond!&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/7177395325904819984-742056443304363974?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/742056443304363974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=742056443304363974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/742056443304363974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/742056443304363974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/09/2011-grad-brooke.html' title='2011 Grad | Brooke'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5983288207356946431</id><published>2010-08-30T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:46:52.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Spotlight | Chelsea's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#988178421_S7FSz-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/988178421_S7FSz-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I never posted any photos of my children's summer birthdays. They enjoy being featured on my blog, too! We celebrate all three birthdays within six weeks... not well thought out on our part.  Each have their own party, and will also have their own blog post. It's only fair, right? Our sweet, absolutely beautiful and now sassy girl turned nine years old already. I am still in denial.... where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She planned another slumber party, similar to last year, but nine/ten year old girls have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much more drama! I wasn't expecting to overhear some of the things I did... more denial for me! Late night dancing was a big hit and it was really fun watching them, until ... more denial.  The plan was to have the girls camp in the backyard, but the late afternoon rain dampened that idea. Instead we set up the tent in the family room and the girls talked [about boys more than I cared to hear], laughed and even cried [told you there was drama] into the wee morning hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#988178490_FbSUc-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/988178490_FbSUc-L.jpg" /&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/7177395325904819984-5983288207356946431?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5983288207356946431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5983288207356946431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5983288207356946431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5983288207356946431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/08/spotlight-chelseas-birthday.html' title='Spotlight | Chelsea&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7954075224797924</id><published>2010-07-13T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:52:07.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting | Justine &amp; Zach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#934132261_CtAMW-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/934132261_CtAMW-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could one possibly say that this photo doesn't say alone?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it as my shutter clicked. I felt their energy, their love, their moment. The sun's glow is radiation from them... think I'm kidding? No way. I can not wait to meet their baby next month!&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/7177395325904819984-7954075224797924?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7954075224797924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7954075224797924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7954075224797924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7954075224797924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/07/expecting-justine-zach.html' title='Expecting | Justine &amp; Zach'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6152910337849328861</id><published>2010-06-08T20:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:25:55.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Brothers | Noah &amp; Adam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#894475166_WP3oG-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/894475166_WP3oG-L.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These boys were fun to play with (um, did I say play? I mean work, yea work, hard - hard work :), and real troopers to play in the wet grass. Wait, they're boys, I'm sure they didn't even notice! Their session had been previously rescheduled due to high winds and extreme heat and we weren't about to let a little wet grass stop us now.&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;Once their mom mentioned that Noah LOVED trains, I borrowed some of Eli's and took them along with me. I had a vision for what I wanted to do.... except being a child photographer means sometimes [ok, I'll be completely honest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time] you've gotta roll with the punches. Little adorable Adam enjoyed demolishing his brother's track building skills and pulling trains off the track even before Noah had a chance to play. The above shot was taken right before Adam swooped in and played his own version of trains... again. Look at his expression; I love it!&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/7177395325904819984-6152910337849328861?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6152910337849328861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6152910337849328861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6152910337849328861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6152910337849328861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/06/brothers-noah-adam_1924.html' title='Brothers | Noah &amp; Adam'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8675151118265983864</id><published>2010-06-07T15:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:38:00.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Personal | Twelve Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#893059871_7r4uV-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/893059871_7r4uV-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten years of marriage, my husband and I decided to take a yearly anniversary weekend get away. This year was our third year renting a cottage in Southwestern Michigan. We most look forward to reconnecting, sightseeing, dining out and cooking in.  We even found a perfect golf course for us and went 9 holes in between rain storms. These photos were taken at Saugatuck Dunes State Park. This park was filled with trails and endless hours of exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#893060044_daVEm-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/893060044_daVEm-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the trail just in time to see the sunset. I clung onto my husband's hand a bit tighter when we started to quickly lose daylight while making our way back. For some silly reason, I envisioned us lost without any resources and I became anxious to get back to our vehicle. My husband with his great sense of direction, managed to keep me calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#893060205_CPwhx-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/893060205_CPwhx-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once back at the cottage, we cooked an amazing dinner on the back porch grill. Yes, it was nearly 11pm, but who cared? Not us.  We both really enjoy cooking together when we're without kids. Perhaps it's because we can have shish kebabs with peppers, mushrooms and onions on a bed of rice, with my glass of wine and his glass of seven and seven without hearing the words: I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#893059639_PfgyL-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/893059639_PfgyL-L.jpg" /&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/7177395325904819984-8675151118265983864?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8675151118265983864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8675151118265983864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8675151118265983864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8675151118265983864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/06/personal-twelve-years.html' title='Personal | Twelve Years'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4128989250092383890</id><published>2010-05-16T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:36:56.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Family | At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#868517787_QnPsx-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/868517787_QnPsx-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time was the charm with this family. Their session had been rescheduled twice before for various reasons, but we made the most of a mild [and buggy!] spring evening. I love when I am able to photograph families in a location that is special to them, in this case their own yard, complete with pond and barns... bonus! I first met Kristi while we both volunteered in a kindergarten classroom; that was three plus years ago! Even though Matt and Chelsea no longer attend the same school, we have remained friends.  Another bonus!&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/7177395325904819984-4128989250092383890?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4128989250092383890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4128989250092383890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4128989250092383890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4128989250092383890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-at-home.html' title='Family | At Home'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3003135335633045515</id><published>2010-05-11T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:38:31.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Spotlight | My Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#863818221_EqMZb-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/863818221_EqMZb-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is our middle child. He's sweet, athletic and can be very stubborn.  His laugh is contagious, really. His smile warms my heart. He finally lost one of his top teeth and has pledged to give his tooth fairy money to Granny's cancer. I warned you he was sweet like that. He truly believes he's the best six year old soccer and basketball player in the world. It's not in my job description to tell him otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#863818383_DSnXC-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/863818383_DSnXC-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7177395325904819984-3003135335633045515?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3003135335633045515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3003135335633045515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3003135335633045515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3003135335633045515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/05/spotlight-my-boy.html' title='Spotlight | My Boy'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6877477239071917274</id><published>2010-04-14T23:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:34:28.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Toddler | Meet Mr. Underroos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#837338163_wcA8j-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/837338163_wcA8j-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Carter had his choice, everyone would wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; underwear --- all. day. long.  To think of all the time saved doing laundry, it's an option I'm considering :) Carter's world is headed for a big change. You see, he's turning four years old very soon; he also just became a big brother and assumed the middle child label. That's a lot to handle at any age...  Thanks for spending some time with me buddy, even though you were bribed with a lollipop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a movie. I really enjoyed our little chat on the porch and believe there's no amount of sugar or entertainment that can replace any conversation with an almost four year old.&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/7177395325904819984-6877477239071917274?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6877477239071917274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6877477239071917274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6877477239071917274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6877477239071917274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/04/toddler-meet-mr-underroos.html' title='Toddler | Meet Mr. Underroos'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-9199804845255079888</id><published>2010-04-12T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:35:00.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>Newborn | Mr. Bennett William</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#835356816_fBN4t-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/835356816_fBN4t-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received notice many weeks back that my very first client was interested in newborn photographs. I was excited when I received the phone call sharing the good news about this little guys birth. He was born on March 30th, weighing almost 8# of pure sweetness! His mom became a little frazzled during the shoot [sleep deprived and with two other children pushing her every button, I can completely empathize with her]. I hope seeing this preview brings her tears of joy and renewed energy. It has been so wonderful getting to know this family and documenting their life.&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/7177395325904819984-9199804845255079888?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/9199804845255079888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=9199804845255079888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9199804845255079888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9199804845255079888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/04/newborn-mr-bennett-william.html' title='Newborn | Mr. Bennett William'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4426789498318027540</id><published>2010-04-11T22:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:34:28.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Outtakes | Two Peas in a Pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#834180453_UeetM-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/834180453_UeetM-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Aidan &amp;amp; Blake. Yea, they think they're cool. In fact they're so cool I traveled nearly 120 miles to photograph them. They're cousins, neighbors and best buddies. This was the second time I've been commissioned to photograph them and their siblings. This is what what I think their peace signs really mean: two fingers to tell the world I'm crazy enough to photograph them not once, but twice! And for that opportunity, I believe it's their moms that are the coolest of all. Stay tuned for further updates and I'll show you some of my coolness, too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-4426789498318027540?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4426789498318027540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4426789498318027540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4426789498318027540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4426789498318027540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/04/outtakes-two-peas-in-pod.html' title='Outtakes | Two Peas in a Pod'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8444761629455255730</id><published>2010-03-10T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:07:04.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random | Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL#807042476_FsEDG-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/807042476_FsEDG-L.jpg" /&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/7177395325904819984-8444761629455255730?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8444761629455255730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8444761629455255730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8444761629455255730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8444761629455255730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-blue.html' title='Random | Blue'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1841734800890302575</id><published>2010-03-07T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:35:36.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been an active member of the Grand Rapids Camera Club for a few years now.  We have monthly meetings and competitions, photo walks, late night gatherings and always many laughs.  At the end of the year all competition entries are tossed together and are judged by other established photographers outside our 100+ member club.  These awards are given at the year end banquet in February. I was honored to receive many awards this year.... and as my three year old would say with excitement, "winner, winner, chicken dinner!".&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455304d5445794e444d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: My 2009 Winners" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455304d5445794e444d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&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/7177395325904819984-1841734800890302575?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1841734800890302575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1841734800890302575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1841734800890302575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1841734800890302575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/03/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-440441480085511794</id><published>2010-01-22T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:35:55.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Personal | Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my world turned upside down last week, when we nearly lost my mom. now, with a successful emergency surgery to remove the large tumor, God has allowed her to stay a bit longer. i am thankful, but still very angry that her time will be severely shortened because of a disease without a cure -- cancer. angry she won't be able to see my daughter marry her prince charming, let alone graduate from elementary school. why her? why us? why, God, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this numbness i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;will not go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's buried itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to protect me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tomorrow who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what God has in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for it's His choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to give or take more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this anger i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is so complex and raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;emotional overload &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so overwhelming i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;on the floor i stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the pain too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's a dark place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;where weakness i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there's little hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dreams have already died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;her end will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no matter how hard we try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my faith becomes wobbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for it's God who chooses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;from the ones He loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who suffers and loses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#770603867_RsXwi-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/770603867_RsXwi-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;chelsea | 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope she never forgets how to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-440441480085511794?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/440441480085511794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=440441480085511794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/440441480085511794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/440441480085511794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2010/01/personal-why.html' title='Personal | Why?'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5978267422729772671</id><published>2009-11-04T22:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:21:33.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Personal | She Was...  She Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/703709505_47Mhx-L.jpg" /&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 style="text-align: center;"&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;She was a strong woman filled with words of her own wisdom. She spoke the truth, although sometimes blunt, it was the truth. She beat odds. She had the softest hands. She was traditional. She was stubborn. She was kind. She is my grandma. She is gone. She is loved.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all mourn the death of a loved one differently. I look to my photography as my way to put these raw emotions within me aside. I write with tears streaming down my face, but it's only the beginning.  I feel numb, sick.  I want to be held; I want to be alone, simultaneously. My eyes burn, fill with sadness and my world becomes blurred. With each blink, it washes down my face and begins the cycle again.  I want to say goodbye. Now, this is my only way. You have forever changed my world, Grandma. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-5978267422729772671?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5978267422729772671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5978267422729772671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5978267422729772671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5978267422729772671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/11/personal-she-was-she-is.html' title='Personal | She Was...  She Is'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7478624688279928355</id><published>2009-10-20T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:36:15.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family | At the Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#687495154_5CU2G-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/687495154_5CU2G-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Allan own and operate beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.griffithphoto.com/"&gt;Griffith Photography&lt;/a&gt; in downtown Greenville, yet they commission me to photograph them! I tell ya, it's the most flattering compliment any photographer could ever receive. I love how they trust me to find the perfect location along with the little details, including scrambling to find a bushel basket :) I look forward to sharing more images from this shoot in the near future, but until then, this peek is to 'tease' Emily! Look how much their beautiful daughter has grown since I last photographed them by clicking &lt;a href="http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-honored.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. They are an amazing family, and again, I am honored to be their photographer.&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/7177395325904819984-7478624688279928355?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7478624688279928355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7478624688279928355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7478624688279928355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7478624688279928355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-at-orchard.html' title='Family | At the Orchard'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4356641973674875846</id><published>2009-10-18T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:37:10.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>2010 Grad | Steven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#685153303_zHU4j-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/685153303_zHU4j-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted when Steven's mom contacted me about photographing her son's senior photos.  Steven is a soon to be graduate of GHS and plans to continue his education following his passion for computers. Maybe someday he can teach me a thing or two? I am a technology dummy and sadly it won't be long until my own children surpass my tecno knowledge [or lack thereof] :) I thoroughly enjoyed meeting Steven and the opportunity to photograph this special milestone. Enjoy your sneak peek; I can't wait to show you more!&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/7177395325904819984-4356641973674875846?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4356641973674875846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4356641973674875846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4356641973674875846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4356641973674875846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/10/2010-grad-steven.html' title='2010 Grad | Steven'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8516161221228829959</id><published>2009-09-30T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:08:42.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Commitment | Joey &amp; Louisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#666061462_HNbaW-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/666061462_HNbaW-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two danced with mother nature on their wedding day. Steady rain showers in the morning, but a slight clearing when we arrived at their wedding location, &lt;a href="http://www.rabbitruninn.com/"&gt;Rabbit Run Inn&lt;/a&gt;. It was one of those days when dark clouds would roll past, yet somehow blue skies we're visible, too. The iffy weather caused some concern for their outdoor ceremony, but they were remained optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#666061614_Pefx7-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/666061614_Pefx7-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#666061519_LZiqM-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/666061519_LZiqM-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#666061542_cQjti-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/666061542_cQjti-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain came and went, holding off long enough for the bride to walk down the aisle and the ceremony to begin. It wasn't long until the wedding party moved under the shelter of the gazebo and guests opened their umbrellas. I thought the rain was a romantic touch, but shooting while holding an umbrella was a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#666061584_Fk6gV-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/666061584_Fk6gV-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that rain on your wedding day brings good luck and some cultures believe it means you will have many children. I hope the rain produces happy memories when you reflect on the day you two became husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#666061490_5gUNu-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/666061490_5gUNu-L.jpg" /&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/7177395325904819984-8516161221228829959?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8516161221228829959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8516161221228829959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8516161221228829959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8516161221228829959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/09/commitment-joey-louisa.html' title='Commitment | Joey &amp; Louisa'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1157364627928021840</id><published>2009-09-16T09:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:42:57.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Back to School | 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#651395604_SNByo-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/651395604_SNByo-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk with Me, II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a photo I look last year on the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://s3artisticphotography.shutterpixie.com/show?a=5&amp;amp;sd=s"&gt;first day of school&lt;/a&gt;. It's currently displayed in our home and when it came time to walk down to the bus stop this year, Chelsea thought it would be a good idea to walk in the same order of the original photo. I thought it was great when Alex pulled them forward and and turned his head just as he had the year before. The lack of sun didn't give that hazy feel, but I still love this. I'm certain looking back on these photos years later will bring back a surge of emotion. I am so lucky to me a mom and a photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The school year is officially under way. The start of a new school year always makes me pause and reflect just how quickly our children are growing. It starts in the beginning of August, going through closets and dressers weeding out items they have outgrown. I tend to get emotional packing away favorite outfits while remembering how cute they looked in them. Please tell me I'm not the only mom to do this... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#651395502_eH784-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/651395502_eH784-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea is our big third grader this year! She absolutely loves school and learning. We had some differences in opinions when it came to new school clothes; she wanted fancy dresses [something you'd wear to a wedding] and tons of new shoes. I was simply trying to find something conservative and cute, which is harder than it should be for her age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#651395483_hdZJx-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/651395483_hdZJx-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is finally a first grader! I think he has high expectations after hearing all of Chelsea's stories, but she was also fortunate to have a fantastic first grade teacher [all of their teachers have been excellent!]. I am confident his teacher will be a good fit for him and I can't wait to watch him grow and soak in all there is to learn in first grade. He's not too excited about reading, but loves recess and making friends. He is our social butterfly and boy he's quite a comedian too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#651395553_vLyAh-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/651395553_vLyAh-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby, Elijah, is starting preschool. He is super excited about his new backpack and being a bog boy! His first day was a bit rough, but ended smoothly. Once he realized I actually left the building, he had a meltdown and cried 15-20 minutes. This transpired into half of the three year old class crying, amazing how that happens. At the end of his class, he was so happy to see me and his teacher said he was fine after calming down. He's still showing signs of separation anxiety, but we [yes, both of us!] are working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL/1/#651395549_nNom7-A-LB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/651395549_nNom7-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final quick shot all together. They are growing so fast! We are truly blessed they are our children.&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/7177395325904819984-1157364627928021840?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1157364627928021840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1157364627928021840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1157364627928021840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1157364627928021840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school-2009.html' title='Back to School | 2009'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2903149073307855529</id><published>2009-09-14T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:01:37.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Commitment | Ron &amp; Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been soaking up the last few weeks of summer with my children and have fallen behind with blog updates. As a mother, I wouldn't have it any other way; I love the fact I can sometimes place my work-flow on the back burner [of course I couldn't get away with this of I were the &lt;a href="http://www.melissavannestphotography.com/"&gt;primary photographer&lt;/a&gt; for these weddings]. This wedding takes us back to mid August. I expect hot temperatures in August, but with the summer we've had I was hoping for an average 80 degree day. Of course the forecast called for our 3rd 90+ degree day of the summer. Go figure! And it's not just the heat, but the humidity... wowza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jen was an amazingly beautiful bride. Her bridesmaids helped fasten her dress and then all attention was on her. It was her day, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649519064"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649519064_BFyBQ-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649518926"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649518926_iWV7P-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649519107"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649519107_Bfidq-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't only the temperatures keeping things warm; the connection Ron &amp;amp; Jen shared was electrifying! The warmth and love they openly shared was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649518907"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649518907_aufXA-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love details! And diamonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649527093"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649527093_Teoda-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649518849"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649518849_4pQZe-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great couple. I sense a fantastic future with these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/Gallery/Blog/9260965_78PAL//649519005"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/649519005_6rqJP-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Ron &amp;amp; Jen! Your day was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2903149073307855529?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2903149073307855529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2903149073307855529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2903149073307855529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2903149073307855529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/09/commitment-ron-jen.html' title='Commitment | Ron &amp; Jen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2937541727583786085</id><published>2009-09-04T12:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:55:58.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Summer Fun | Camping</title><content type='html'>Since becoming &lt;a href="http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/05/personal-tough-decision.html"&gt;dog owners&lt;/a&gt;, we have decided to limit our camping trip to School Section Lake Campground to one extended weekend a year. When we made reservations for a late August weekend, we had no idea mother nature would be so inconsiderate. It rained two days in a row, nearly non-stop! When the rain clouds lifted, the temps climbed into the low 60's... are you kidding?! Mother nature topped it all off with frost warnings at night, kicking us while we're down. Actually, it wasn't all too bad. We camped next to friends and were thankful they shared trailer space and wine :)  Our small trailer isn't built to be lived in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224632_Jw2Wn-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 560px;" src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224632_Jw2Wn-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids really enjoyed going to the park. Eli's favorites are slides and swings... mine too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224479_VxEs7-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 560px;" src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224479_VxEs7-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and new 'girl friend' played the king and mermaid where she'd wait patiently for him to come rescue her from under the climbing structure. He'd hustle up the playground equipment, then slide down the pole and onto her rescue. Anyone who knows my boy, knows the story of his tongue. If he's concentrating, it's out! He even does it when writing, coloring and playing any sport. You can see here, he's determined to not let his mermaid down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224526_YEBCh-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 560px;" src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224526_YEBCh-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we weren't playing at the park, and we weren't trapped indoors, the kids rode bikes and scooters. The park wasn't busy because of the poor weather so they basically had the roads to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224561_iLykF-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639224561_iLykF-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my sweet Chelsea growing up so quickly on me! She's a big third grader this year, wow it's been a fast ride! She's still so lovable and sweet, but can throw some attitude when she feels the need :) I love her so stinkin' much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639226680_TsxzF-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.s3artisticphotography.com/photos/639226680_TsxzF-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who says you can't swim when it's 57 degrees out? My husband took the kids down by the beach, and what-do-you-know I catch them in the water. I ran back to grab my camera [after instructing my husband to remove their jackets... men] and what started as just wading ended like this, soaked!  They were fine in the water because it was actually warmer than the air, but when it was time to get out and change they were freezing! Good thing it started raining again and they were able to cuddle up and watch another movie.&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/7177395325904819984-2937541727583786085?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2937541727583786085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2937541727583786085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2937541727583786085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2937541727583786085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-fun-camping.html' title='Summer Fun | Camping'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4324350807530092588</id><published>2009-08-11T11:42:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:08:27.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Commitment | Matt &amp; Barbara</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41418085@N02/3816917006/" title="IMG_0626 by bloggertrial, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/3816917006_a3e2eef3fd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0626" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissavannestphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; and I have teamed forces for the summer wedding season. I love the excitement a wedding day brings. I have been looking forward to this opportunity and it turned out to be a learning curve, yet fun! Here's a quick peek of a few [+] of my favorites from this past weekend. Melissa concentrated on the formal stuff and I was fortunate to stay mostly in my comfort zone shooting candids &amp;amp; details. Saturday took us to Houghton Lake. It was a rainy, dark day, but the rain stopped shortly after the ceremony allowing the newlyweds to drive off in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556638_HkqgA-L.jpg" height="750" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looked so calm and peaceful &amp;amp; beautiful, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556827_xKtss-L.jpg" height="750" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love catching moments like this: my spontaneous and natural style mixed with dancing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556835_MmeET-L.jpg" height="750" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her bouquet was beautiful, but this medallion was striking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556568_jC8pg-L.jpg" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Mother's Helping Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556775_ViBdz-L.jpg" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rings For Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556857_nuaCe-L.jpg" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*LOVE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3artisticphotography.smugmug.com/photos/618556732_XSLum-L.jpg" height="600" width="900" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving Forward Yet Looking Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Matt &amp;amp; Barbara.&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/7177395325904819984-4324350807530092588?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4324350807530092588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4324350807530092588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4324350807530092588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4324350807530092588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/08/committment-matt-barbara.html' title='Commitment | Matt &amp; Barbara'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-524124153300003914</id><published>2009-07-25T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:03:24.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Family | Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEyexEpDI/AAAAAAAABUE/JOFqoANJavA/s1600-h/20090720-IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEyexEpDI/AAAAAAAABUE/JOFqoANJavA/s400/20090720-IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362455415357744178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and his family make the drive from Kentucky to Michigan every summer.  We hang out at my parent's lake during the day and stay up way too late hanging out on our back porch. This year we actually turned on the heat [enclosed porch with wall heater] to have our guests comfortable... isn't that crazy... it's JULY!! My niece and nephew are absolutely gorgeous children and their "hillbilly accent" would melt your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEyMGdAQI/AAAAAAAABT8/TqKlRhwbO40/s1600-h/20090720-IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEyMGdAQI/AAAAAAAABT8/TqKlRhwbO40/s400/20090720-IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362455410347147522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so my brother's child: the ears, the smirk, the personality. Have fun when he gets older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEx_kQftI/AAAAAAAABT0/y1GmNvITnbE/s1600-h/20090720-IMG_0410-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEx_kQftI/AAAAAAAABT0/y1GmNvITnbE/s400/20090720-IMG_0410-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362455406982495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brooke is growin' up.  She's sweet as can be and beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtExiMZvNI/AAAAAAAABTs/l2nuSWRtt1E/s1600-h/20090720-IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtExiMZvNI/AAAAAAAABTs/l2nuSWRtt1E/s400/20090720-IMG_0513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362455399097810130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtExdNHETI/AAAAAAAABTk/T0MjDx17SuQ/s1600-h/20090720-IMG_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtExdNHETI/AAAAAAAABTk/T0MjDx17SuQ/s400/20090720-IMG_0501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362455397758603570" /&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/7177395325904819984-524124153300003914?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/524124153300003914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=524124153300003914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/524124153300003914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/524124153300003914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-visitors.html' title='Family | Visitors'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmtEyexEpDI/AAAAAAAABUE/JOFqoANJavA/s72-c/20090720-IMG_0432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8555313829466986355</id><published>2009-07-17T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:21:23.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping | Vaughn Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFfLFe4xI/AAAAAAAABTc/3WLr9wY-y0s/s1600-h/IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFfLFe4xI/AAAAAAAABTc/3WLr9wY-y0s/s400/IMG_0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430327169114898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few that are fortunate to know Vaughn Farm. When my friend first told me about camping on a farm, I did think it was out of the ordinary. Our friends have made us very comfortable here, adding electric and water hookups. I quickly realized camping is about who you spend your time with and this place is a perfect fit for quality family time. It's quiet here and we play games, fly kites, and run, run, run in the openness.  We share one shade tree and one bonfire pit. These friends of ours have become like family and it's here where we all belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFevl85kI/AAAAAAAABTU/we1Bf5irSEE/s1600-h/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFevl85kI/AAAAAAAABTU/we1Bf5irSEE/s400/IMG_0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430319789106754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's fresh veggies in the garden, the best ice cream down the road and beautiful light at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFeXE5ILI/AAAAAAAABTM/Ag59tjX6kPs/s1600-h/IMG_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFeXE5ILI/AAAAAAAABTM/Ag59tjX6kPs/s400/IMG_0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430313207996594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFePWFK2I/AAAAAAAABTE/KVjbruGTVCo/s1600-h/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFePWFK2I/AAAAAAAABTE/KVjbruGTVCo/s400/IMG_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430311132605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFdMUt6AI/AAAAAAAABS8/Zycqu5ZcXKU/s1600-h/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFdMUt6AI/AAAAAAAABS8/Zycqu5ZcXKU/s400/IMG_0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430293141710850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-8555313829466986355?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8555313829466986355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8555313829466986355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8555313829466986355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8555313829466986355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-vaughn-farm.html' title='Camping | Vaughn Farm'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SmCFfLFe4xI/AAAAAAAABTc/3WLr9wY-y0s/s72-c/IMG_0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6373853565725213964</id><published>2009-07-01T11:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:52:49.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate | Eli is Three!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9VJpIdLI/AAAAAAAABS0/Mi-kcP8yH2g/s1600-h/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9VJpIdLI/AAAAAAAABS0/Mi-kcP8yH2g/s400/IMG_0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353510384379131058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Eli's third birthday on Sunday with family and friends. Eli worked all week mastering holding up three fingers, but that darn pinky still gives him trouble. I can't imagine my world without him; I'm so thankful my husband talked me into "one more". A tradition we do is the birthday person receives breakfast in bed [anything they want] on their birthday. I asked Eli the night before what he'd like for breakfast and he told me candy! The next morning I surprised him with a small bagel, some grapes and a few smarties. Chelsea and Alex didn't think it was fair, but they've never requested candy before. What do yo think they'll ask for on their next birthday... and what have I started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9U7yw_XI/AAAAAAAABSs/bum87fEZRy0/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9U7yw_XI/AAAAAAAABSs/bum87fEZRy0/s400/IMG_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353510380661439858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli's cake was store bought :( The 90 degree heat [and living without air] deterred me from even thinking of turning on my oven. He told me he wanted a chocolate cake with green frosting so I was delighted when I found this alligator. He was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9Urg_CYI/AAAAAAAABSk/EHAlW8GpzhU/s1600-h/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9Urg_CYI/AAAAAAAABSk/EHAlW8GpzhU/s400/IMG_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353510376291895682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been practicing blowing out birthday candles [see Chelsea's birthday celebration below] and finally had a solo opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person that was happy was my sister and her family. My brother-in-law was supposed to be training for a twelve month Iraq deployment. During training, he suffered from heat stroke and was entirely released from the mission. He arrived at Eli's party straight from his flight home. It'll be good for their four children to have him home, and you can see his daughter is all smiles to have him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9Ua9pIyI/AAAAAAAABSc/AvBG2ONktzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9Ua9pIyI/AAAAAAAABSc/AvBG2ONktzQ/s400/IMG_0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353510371848692514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-6373853565725213964?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6373853565725213964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6373853565725213964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6373853565725213964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6373853565725213964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrate-eli-is-three.html' title='Celebrate | Eli is Three!'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Skt9VJpIdLI/AAAAAAAABS0/Mi-kcP8yH2g/s72-c/IMG_0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1141424388744422791</id><published>2009-06-26T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:30:14.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Play; He Worked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvhH6XsI/AAAAAAAABSU/ii8v8V5OSLM/s1600-h/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvhH6XsI/AAAAAAAABSU/ii8v8V5OSLM/s400/IMG_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351710936824176322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could you imagine working daily in this building? Lenawee County Courthouse is a beautiful structure which has special meaning to the Martin family. Grandpa became a public figure here, with a gavel in hand, serving his community for many, many years. We took the kids down to look around and also so we could reflect on the life he accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvYGzzZI/AAAAAAAABSM/_yD0AA3_dl4/s1600-h/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvYGzzZI/AAAAAAAABSM/_yD0AA3_dl4/s400/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351710934403632530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found this tunnel attached on the side of the building, not certain what it's purpose was, but the kids certainly enjoyed  running  through and checking things out.  I also found  fantastic light at the tunnel entrance and photographed each child there. I think Grandpa would be delighted knowing these photos were taken at the old courthouse; I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvf4e7BI/AAAAAAAABSE/ob8OajdzsHA/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvf4e7BI/AAAAAAAABSE/ob8OajdzsHA/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351710936491027474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvDn71UI/AAAAAAAABR8/Oqd8jl25Uts/s1600-h/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvDn71UI/AAAAAAAABR8/Oqd8jl25Uts/s400/IMG_0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351710928905426242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYuySoQhI/AAAAAAAABR0/gD_pO1pPARE/s1600-h/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYuySoQhI/AAAAAAAABR0/gD_pO1pPARE/s400/IMG_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351710924252660242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1141424388744422791?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1141424388744422791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1141424388744422791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1141424388744422791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1141424388744422791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-play-he-worked.html' title='We Play; He Worked'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkUYvhH6XsI/AAAAAAAABSU/ii8v8V5OSLM/s72-c/IMG_0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3143002239269743019</id><published>2009-06-24T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:14:26.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor | Rex B Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5JqIYR0I/AAAAAAAABRs/lYtm0FblizA/s1600-h/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5JqIYR0I/AAAAAAAABRs/lYtm0FblizA/s400/IMG_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350972514104788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5JQDE7LI/AAAAAAAABRk/5fosjpE9-Yc/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5JQDE7LI/AAAAAAAABRk/5fosjpE9-Yc/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350972507103227058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5Ja4bQSI/AAAAAAAABRc/KgzpNGo6uHs/s1600-h/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5Ja4bQSI/AAAAAAAABRc/KgzpNGo6uHs/s400/IMG_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350972510011343138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking photos at the courthouse is something I've always said I'd do, but always ran out of time and told myself "next time".  Well, our last time in Adrian with family would be "the time".  These photos really show who they are, Chelsea with her sweet smile, Alex's suspicious smirk and Eli absorbed in the big world around him. Grandpa Rex would have been so proud of them, as we all are of him. I have a few more photos I'll post of the old courthouse later, so stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3143002239269743019?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3143002239269743019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3143002239269743019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3143002239269743019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3143002239269743019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-honor-rex-b-martin.html' title='In Honor | Rex B Martin'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SkJ5JqIYR0I/AAAAAAAABRs/lYtm0FblizA/s72-c/IMG_0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-169041428590636729</id><published>2009-06-22T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:35:05.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal | She Still Smiles Upon Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sj-nwbtdp1I/AAAAAAAABRU/rAbtj0IhFcY/s1600-h/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sj-nwbtdp1I/AAAAAAAABRU/rAbtj0IhFcY/s400/IMG_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350179332853442386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We recently traveled to Adrian, MI to celebrate a life and bid a final farewell to a city we visited often.  Grandma's celebration of life was heartfelt and lined with personal stories of thankfulness and tearful-happy memories. She was a woman like no other I will ever meet in my lifetime. I am so fortunate our children were able to know her, even as painful as it is to watch them grieve. Chelsea attended the service along with us, but quickly became overwhelmed with emotions. Later that day, we drove to the Lenawee County Courthouse, where family history was made after Grandpa served as a judge for nearly 30 years. The courthouse was built in 1885! The newer judicial building is across the street and was named after him. Chelsea's smile in the courthouse tunnel reminds me that even after the tears have dried, in the short moments when we smile, their spirits are always with us as long as we continue to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-169041428590636729?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/169041428590636729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=169041428590636729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/169041428590636729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/169041428590636729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-she-still-smiles-upon-us.html' title='Personal | She Still Smiles Upon Us'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sj-nwbtdp1I/AAAAAAAABRU/rAbtj0IhFcY/s72-c/IMG_0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3303520912077345452</id><published>2009-06-15T12:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:24:29.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Event | Blues on the Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ5THX_YMI/AAAAAAAABRI/s2LYMAaDrqo/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ5THX_YMI/AAAAAAAABRI/s2LYMAaDrqo/s400/20090610-IMG_9891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347594976853188802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ21PdxvnI/AAAAAAAABRA/YjmtI0lPmA0/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ21PdxvnI/AAAAAAAABRA/YjmtI0lPmA0/s400/20090610-IMG_9889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592264605613682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Wednesday kicked off Blues on the Mall, a free summer concert series downtown. There were thousands of people who packed the park and streets welcoming this annual event. Some of those people included photographers looking for interesting subjects or anything else that's eye catching to them. I attempted to play with sun flare, but admit I need more practice working with this type of light. I then moved onto things more in my comfort zone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ205QSLoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/QqoIuelB7Pk/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ205QSLoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/QqoIuelB7Pk/s400/20090610-IMG_9902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592258643439234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ20ovD3fI/AAAAAAAABQw/W0vseAEhpKg/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ20ovD3fI/AAAAAAAABQw/W0vseAEhpKg/s400/20090610-IMG_9896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592254209121778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ20dXum_I/AAAAAAAABQo/EJxOjglgUrQ/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ20dXum_I/AAAAAAAABQo/EJxOjglgUrQ/s400/20090610-IMG_9897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592251158469618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext12"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_ctl01_UserNetwork1_ctrlMessage" property="myspace:status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ20Dm5ajI/AAAAAAAABQg/edEyzzU3fko/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ20Dm5ajI/AAAAAAAABQg/edEyzzU3fko/s400/20090610-IMG_9862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592244242770482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone in need of something to do on a Wednesday evening, this is the place to be in GR. From the music, food,  atmosphere and local dancing talent of &lt;span class="blacktext12"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_ctl01_UserNetwork1_ctrlMessage" property="myspace:status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=85799736"&gt;61Syx  Teknique&lt;/a&gt;, there's something for everyone. These guys know how to have a good time, either while dancing or taking a break, they seem to enjoy themselves. To see more photos of them or random shots of BotM feel free to visit &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/791459@N25/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2jC-kRBI/AAAAAAAABQY/bl-Xll8rrdc/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2jC-kRBI/AAAAAAAABQY/bl-Xll8rrdc/s400/20090610-IMG_9934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591952015836178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissavannestphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; and I headed downtown together. She's also from Greenville;  I'm assisting her with weddings this summer. I am excited for the opportunity and look forward to growing  a personal and professional relationship with her.  We walked the streets a bit and below are the things that caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2izCv-aI/AAAAAAAABQQ/GdLGExF9H2k/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2izCv-aI/AAAAAAAABQQ/GdLGExF9H2k/s400/20090610-IMG_9925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591947738413474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2ip0NL4I/AAAAAAAABQI/9HPGRrgyhv4/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2ip0NL4I/AAAAAAAABQI/9HPGRrgyhv4/s400/20090610-IMG_9910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591945261494146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2ijOK72I/AAAAAAAABQA/8-QajMETFJI/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2ijOK72I/AAAAAAAABQA/8-QajMETFJI/s400/20090610-IMG_9940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591943491350370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2iWsgp9I/AAAAAAAABP4/NSJKGshw2q0/s1600-h/20090610-IMG_9939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ2iWsgp9I/AAAAAAAABP4/NSJKGshw2q0/s400/20090610-IMG_9939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591940128942034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I figured since I posted a photo of Melissa, I should post one of me too, only to be fair :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3303520912077345452?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3303520912077345452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3303520912077345452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3303520912077345452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3303520912077345452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/event-blues-on-mall.html' title='Event | Blues on the Mall'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjZ5THX_YMI/AAAAAAAABRI/s2LYMAaDrqo/s72-c/20090610-IMG_9891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1703169057717724180</id><published>2009-06-13T16:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:44:49.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration | Chelsea's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLofP3VQI/AAAAAAAABPw/lqGoHfDjf2I/s1600-h/IMG_9776-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLofP3VQI/AAAAAAAABPw/lqGoHfDjf2I/s400/IMG_9776-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911447806334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, it's hard to believe our little girl is growing so quickly right before our very own eyes. Chelsea recently celebrated her 8th birthday. We hosted her very first slumber party with her friends.  I know my opinion is biased, but I do believe she is the most beautiful girl in the entire world. We love you so much, Chelsea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLjFPkgTI/AAAAAAAABPo/2lqHmbzCzJc/s1600-h/IMG_9801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLjFPkgTI/AAAAAAAABPo/2lqHmbzCzJc/s400/IMG_9801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911354926432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLi1FEZ-I/AAAAAAAABPg/JK9VjTBHgsE/s1600-h/IMG_9807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLi1FEZ-I/AAAAAAAABPg/JK9VjTBHgsE/s400/IMG_9807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911350587418594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her friends drew her birthday greetings with sidewalk chalk in the driveway. We played games, ate tons of food and enjoyed this time with Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLi5462cI/AAAAAAAABPY/u-x1CykZgZE/s1600-h/IMG_9819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLi5462cI/AAAAAAAABPY/u-x1CykZgZE/s400/IMG_9819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911351878638018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am no Betty Crocker, but at times I do try. I was desperate once I knew it was too late to order a custom DQ cake [thank you strep throat which put me out of commission a few days before her birthday]. And, finding anyone to make a cake the first weekend in June is impossible... open houses and wedding season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLigSsc0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/eyA-PoKzKsg/s1600-h/IMG_9834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLigSsc0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/eyA-PoKzKsg/s400/IMG_9834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911345007424322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the candles were lit and the singing complete, it was Eli who blew out her candles. We re-lit them, but then he sneezed in protest [on the cake, of course!]. Sometimes you just can't win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLid0R1aI/AAAAAAAABPI/JQINWm5mw3c/s1600-h/IMG_9845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLid0R1aI/AAAAAAAABPI/JQINWm5mw3c/s400/IMG_9845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911344342980002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is what it looks like when 8 girls stay up until 1230am... nobody wanted to move in the morning. I hope you had a fantastic 8th birthday, Chelsea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1703169057717724180?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1703169057717724180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1703169057717724180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1703169057717724180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1703169057717724180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebration-chelseas-birthday.html' title='Celebration | Chelsea&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjQLofP3VQI/AAAAAAAABPw/lqGoHfDjf2I/s72-c/IMG_9776-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5523390024762194463</id><published>2009-06-12T13:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:02:08.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Celebration | A Time to Relax &amp; Reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKReC1k-wI/AAAAAAAABOY/zkGWs5OwjME/s1600-h/IMG_9555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKReC1k-wI/AAAAAAAABOY/zkGWs5OwjME/s400/IMG_9555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495652985895682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband and I celebrated our eleventh year of marriage on May 30.  We again rented a cottage in Saugatuck and had friends take care of the kids for an extended weekend. This year was particularly  difficult for me to be away from the kids, knowing I was missing kindergarten graduation, the school carnival and their first t-ball game. In the end, it's a decision I don't regret because I know how essential alone time is for a strong, healthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do with my husband during this time is cook something together that we enjoy, but don't eat often. It's interesting to me how much more I like cooking in a kitchen that's not my own. We allowed ourselves to dine out on our actual anniversary evening, but the rest of the time was laid back and relaxing, just us reconnecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRd04hTtI/AAAAAAAABOQ/_6JhYEDgZDQ/s1600-h/IMG_9609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRd04hTtI/AAAAAAAABOQ/_6JhYEDgZDQ/s400/IMG_9609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495649240141522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRd9nqsOI/AAAAAAAABOI/3yatYVA2QKI/s1600-h/IMG_9720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRd9nqsOI/AAAAAAAABOI/3yatYVA2QKI/s400/IMG_9720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495651585372386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRdmzhzfI/AAAAAAAABOA/5qNB7a8Ahls/s1600-h/IMG_9729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRdmzhzfI/AAAAAAAABOA/5qNB7a8Ahls/s400/IMG_9729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495645461106162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent many hours on watching the sunset at Oval Beach and strolling the pier at South Haven. The lake was very calm in South Haven, allowing smaller boats to take advantage of the sunset view. We were surprised to see children swimming at both locations... brrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRdVjDRVI/AAAAAAAABN4/jMjRpg07Uz4/s1600-h/IMG_9569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRdVjDRVI/AAAAAAAABN4/jMjRpg07Uz4/s400/IMG_9569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495640828593490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKREWM93uI/AAAAAAAABNw/scqh4gTV43g/s1600-h/IMG_9617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKREWM93uI/AAAAAAAABNw/scqh4gTV43g/s400/IMG_9617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495211507670754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The artistic energy I receive from being in this place renews my senses. The way I notice little things becomes re-energized. I take note of shapes, color and textures both outdoors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRECkZKnI/AAAAAAAABNo/KY-QCMDuMNU/s1600-h/IMG_9695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRECkZKnI/AAAAAAAABNo/KY-QCMDuMNU/s400/IMG_9695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495206237219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRD8kci9I/AAAAAAAABNg/-4e0StoL1xw/s1600-h/IMG_9706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKRD8kci9I/AAAAAAAABNg/-4e0StoL1xw/s400/IMG_9706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495204626828242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....................  and indoors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-5523390024762194463?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5523390024762194463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5523390024762194463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5523390024762194463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5523390024762194463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-celebration-time-to-relax-reflect.html' title='Our Celebration | A Time to Relax &amp; Reflect'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjKReC1k-wI/AAAAAAAABOY/zkGWs5OwjME/s72-c/IMG_9555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4187216731524990426</id><published>2009-06-11T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:18:55.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun | Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_gCdbIBI/AAAAAAAABMY/a1P07FB6tMg/s1600-h/20090418-IMG_4590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_gCdbIBI/AAAAAAAABMY/a1P07FB6tMg/s400/20090418-IMG_4590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405527290847250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going through my digital library, I realized I never posted any photos of soccer games.  Both Chelsea and Alex play soccer and both my husband and I are volunteer coaches for their teams. Slater coaches Chelsea's 2nd and 3rd grade team, while I coach Alex's kindergarten and 1st grade team. For me, I find it rewarding to know I have a hand in the development of our youth. Coaching children this young is more about teaching them teamwork, sportsmanship and fundamentals. This year many of our game times overlapped, only allowing me to watch three of Chelsea's games. It was a cold and rainy season, so my camera stayed home often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_fy8_IUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/0h2JsdPFO6E/s1600-h/20090418-IMG_4606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_fy8_IUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/0h2JsdPFO6E/s400/20090418-IMG_4606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405523128262978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Chelsea's favorite positions is goalie. Here she is in action closely monitoring the action. These teams don't keep score, although if you ask any kid, they know the score. The recreation department stresses that coaches focus on fun. Below is a break in action when I called Chelsea's name from behind the net and surprised her that I was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_fpdWyQI/AAAAAAAABMI/RW6UVzSc1To/s1600-h/20090418-IMG_4610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_fpdWyQI/AAAAAAAABMI/RW6UVzSc1To/s400/20090418-IMG_4610.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405520579676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_fjcPC2I/AAAAAAAABMA/Q0pFuuS_rtI/s1600-h/20090418-IMG_4557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_fjcPC2I/AAAAAAAABMA/Q0pFuuS_rtI/s400/20090418-IMG_4557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405518964362082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being that I coach Alex's team and am on the field the entire game, I left my camera with my husband. I now realize he needs more training for action photos. This one was snapped during halftime where some of my players would take time to talk at centerfield; Alex is on the left. My husband was impressed my team actually passed the ball around during games. It's common for kids this young to keep control if they are able and score with solo effort. I had a fantastic team this season and am looking forward to working with a new bunch this fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-4187216731524990426?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4187216731524990426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4187216731524990426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4187216731524990426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4187216731524990426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-for-fun-soccer.html' title='Just For Fun | Soccer'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SjI_gCdbIBI/AAAAAAAABMY/a1P07FB6tMg/s72-c/20090418-IMG_4590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1833481325400265464</id><published>2009-05-17T10:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:05:28.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal | Tough Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ShAdbXQcF1I/AAAAAAAABL4/aYX5TuI6bOA/s1600-h/20090515-IMG_9411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ShAdbXQcF1I/AAAAAAAABL4/aYX5TuI6bOA/s400/20090515-IMG_9411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336797914370676562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could You Say No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week this dog quickly wiggled his way into our hearts.  After owning him for only 6 days, I took him to the vet for his vaccinations and routine checkup. The vet recommended some things to me: how to manage him with our cats, getting him neutered and heartworm prevention. I agreed to put him on the once a month heartowrm preventative. His blood tests came back he was already heartworm positive. I've heard of heartworm, but didn't know much about it. As the doctor explained Duke's situation to me, my heart became heavy and my eyes filled with tears.  The disease is treatable, but very expensive. With Duke's size, we're talking $1200.  I drove back home and passed the original owner. I stopped, with my puffy eyes and all, and explained to him the sad news I received. I could tell he was also devastated.  We talked options for a bit and I went on my way. My husband and I discussed this to great lengths. Our options were to give Duke back to the owner, who also could not afford treatment, or find a way to pay for his healthcare and have him treated. We were torn. For me, I wanted to keep him for my own emotional reasons and not wanting to break our children's hearts. Logically and financially it made sense to wash our hands and hope the owner would give him to the Weimaraner Rescue, who would treat him and adopt him out once healthy. We're talking $1200 for a dog, a dog! In the end, we couldn't turn our back on him. The joy he's gave us in six short days proved he's a special dog  and he really needs our help. The best part? My non-dog loving husband gave the big push to keep him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1833481325400265464?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1833481325400265464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1833481325400265464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1833481325400265464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1833481325400265464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/05/personal-tough-decision.html' title='Personal | Tough Decision'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ShAdbXQcF1I/AAAAAAAABL4/aYX5TuI6bOA/s72-c/20090515-IMG_9411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6375064056743340110</id><published>2009-05-10T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:01:49.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Member | Duke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga658tjKkI/AAAAAAAABLw/PRQ9KyaQT3I/s1600-h/20090509-IMG_9384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga658tjKkI/AAAAAAAABLw/PRQ9KyaQT3I/s400/20090509-IMG_9384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334156313379416642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my husband's birthday. We weren't doing anything special. We had friends over the night before for good food and fun conversation. Chelsea and Alex had soccer games in the morning and then we were going to spend the afternoon watching movies since it seemed to be a chilly, wet day. Chelsea also had a girl scout meeting and we stopped by a neighbor's garage sale on our way. We were greeted by a friendly dog, and went about our business. Chelsea picked out some clothing for herself, but Alex was drawn to a cool go cart. He told me if we bought it for Daddy, it would be the best present ever. He may have been right, but $1200 was not in our budget. As we were leaving, the dog followed us again. I turned around to pet him goodbye and noticed the sign dog for sale. To my surprise it was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; dog for sale. I asked some questions and then Chelsea went on about how a dog would be the best present ever. I decided I needed to get Chelsea to her GS meeting and I needed to really think this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga65mwKLGI/AAAAAAAABLo/9fXdwpOjxDU/s1600-h/20090509-IMG_9378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga65mwKLGI/AAAAAAAABLo/9fXdwpOjxDU/s400/20090509-IMG_9378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334156307484781666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought my husband would kill me if I came home with a dog, not to mention I would be permanently banned from garage sales. My husband had no desire to have a dog, ever. The closest he's ever been to a dog was when his grandparents bought a dog and they let him name it and he played with it when he visited, a few times a year. I grew up with dogs and know the companionship they offer. We watch my uncle's dog when they travel on vacation. My husband always said, the only way we will ever get a dog is if we can have one of my uncles. His Goldens are well trained and easy to love. I wondered if this dog would make him feel the same way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga65e10_2I/AAAAAAAABLg/euDvItTTz2w/s1600-h/20090509-IMG_9376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga65e10_2I/AAAAAAAABLg/euDvItTTz2w/s400/20090509-IMG_9376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334156305361076066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked Duke home for a test drive.  My husband came outdoors and was NOT happy. I explained to him how friendly the dog was, never barked or jumped on strangers. He's a five year old purebred Weimaraner who needs a good home. The current owner doesn't have time for him, doesn't want to let him go, but knows it's best for the dog. Chelsea told Slater to pet him and the dog would melt his heart. It didn't quite work that way, but he gave me the go ahead to purchase him. I think his heart melted just a bit seeing the kids interact with the dog and play fetch. If only I could sweet talk the cats so easily....&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/7177395325904819984-6375064056743340110?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6375064056743340110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6375064056743340110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6375064056743340110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6375064056743340110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-family-member-duke.html' title='New Family Member | Duke'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sga658tjKkI/AAAAAAAABLw/PRQ9KyaQT3I/s72-c/20090509-IMG_9384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2678320003408247085</id><published>2009-05-01T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:51:04.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring | 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SfrohD0BDAI/AAAAAAAABLY/7sc7p7cHzoE/s1600-h/20090427-IMG_9234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SfrohD0BDAI/AAAAAAAABLY/7sc7p7cHzoE/s400/20090427-IMG_9234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330828763603209218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vernal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The newness of spring also brings a new range of activities. We venture outdoors, clean-up our yards, get the bikes out, go for long walks and simply enjoy witnessing our neighborhoods come to life again. My spring becomes hectic all too soon, trying to keep up with appointments, school activities, soccer games and practices, planning parties, girl scouts, open houses, the list continues... I was able to chaperone my daughter's 2nd grade filed trip to &lt;a href="http://www.kentconservation.org/hcnc.php"&gt;Howard Christensen Nature Center &lt;/a&gt;where I took the above photo. It was a day filled with discovery and exploration. The students were most interested in finding the snakes, frogs and  turtles, but I was drawn to the tenderness of this flower crawling out from under a fallen tree limb. I  appreciate the differences we each notice as we become visually stimulated with newness all around us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2678320003408247085?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2678320003408247085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2678320003408247085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2678320003408247085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2678320003408247085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-2009.html' title='Spring | 2009'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SfrohD0BDAI/AAAAAAAABLY/7sc7p7cHzoE/s72-c/20090427-IMG_9234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-9215638720674015130</id><published>2009-04-22T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:36:10.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day | 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SfBOsLNlZPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fZENgLL-OkI/s1600-h/20090414-IMG_4498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SfBOsLNlZPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fZENgLL-OkI/s400/20090414-IMG_4498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327844880010274034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sun Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The spring season brings new life and a sense of freshness in the air. Colors fill the trees and green grass returns, flowers bloom and people spend time outdoors enjoying the warm sunshine. Welcome spring; I've missed you. Earth Day is a time to reflect what a beautiful world we live in and to bring awareness into building a clean, healthy, eco-friendly world for generations to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-9215638720674015130?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/9215638720674015130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=9215638720674015130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9215638720674015130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9215638720674015130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day-2009.html' title='Earth Day | 2009'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SfBOsLNlZPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fZENgLL-OkI/s72-c/20090414-IMG_4498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7735049384475984980</id><published>2009-03-13T22:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:38:07.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Honored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHF93Q5I/AAAAAAAABLE/sktJJpZtxPA/s1600-h/20090302-IMG_9061-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHF93Q5I/AAAAAAAABLE/sktJJpZtxPA/s400/20090302-IMG_9061-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312866695553434514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lullaby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was contacted by Emily Griffith of &lt;a href="http://griffithphoto.bigfolioblog.com/"&gt;Griffith Photograph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.griffithphoto.com/"&gt;y&lt;/a&gt; to photograph their new family.  The anxiety, excitement and pressure shooting for an established photographer was something I've never experienced.  I was thrilled they chose me, ME!?!  It was an amazing experience and seeing their reaction to their proofs put all my silly worries to rest.  Thanks you two, for giving me the opportunity, believing in my work and the friendship we have formed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHEvCM5I/AAAAAAAABK8/sXT9D2n8IOY/s1600-h/20090302-IMG_8951-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHEvCM5I/AAAAAAAABK8/sXT9D2n8IOY/s400/20090302-IMG_8951-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312866695222801298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size:small;"&gt;A New Baby is Like the Beginning of All Things - Wonder, Hope, a Dream of Possibilities&lt;/span&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="font-size:small;"&gt;~Eda J. Le Shan&lt;/span&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="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish Emily and Allan all the best as they begin this new beautiful journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);   text-decoration: underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHOf2YtI/AAAAAAAABK0/zSVuZM2qYnI/s1600-h/20090302-IMG_8985-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHOf2YtI/AAAAAAAABK0/zSVuZM2qYnI/s400/20090302-IMG_8985-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312866697843466962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Mother's Touch&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYG1pxImI/AAAAAAAABKs/BGXfynEr88w/s1600-h/20090302-IMG_9019-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYG1pxImI/AAAAAAAABKs/BGXfynEr88w/s400/20090302-IMG_9019-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312866691174179426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll Always Be My Little Girl&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYG-Z2DGI/AAAAAAAABKk/Eft8A5371gQ/s1600-h/20090302-IMG_9129-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYG-Z2DGI/AAAAAAAABKk/Eft8A5371gQ/s400/20090302-IMG_9129-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312866693523311714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh &amp;amp; Ahh&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/7177395325904819984-7735049384475984980?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7735049384475984980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7735049384475984980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7735049384475984980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7735049384475984980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-honored.html' title='I am Honored'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SbsYHF93Q5I/AAAAAAAABLE/sktJJpZtxPA/s72-c/20090302-IMG_9061-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4441646271192184991</id><published>2009-02-26T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:29:39.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler | Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sabi-RCy3MI/AAAAAAAABKc/a729D2EU3mo/s1600-h/20090226-IMG_8840-Edit-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sabi-RCy3MI/AAAAAAAABKc/a729D2EU3mo/s400/20090226-IMG_8840-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178770257599682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admiration &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This look melts my heart.  He looks at me like I'm the most important thing in his world. More important than any dinosaur. More than superheroes. More than his Thomas train. More than his night-night blanket. I realize how much love this is and how lucky I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-4441646271192184991?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4441646271192184991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4441646271192184991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4441646271192184991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4441646271192184991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/02/toddler-eli_26.html' title='Toddler | Eli'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Sabi-RCy3MI/AAAAAAAABKc/a729D2EU3mo/s72-c/20090226-IMG_8840-Edit-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-812432848294688399</id><published>2009-02-18T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:43:27.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler | Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaauMioCe-I/AAAAAAAABKU/F9PG0hW_Kao/s1600-h/20080912-IMG_6486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaauMioCe-I/AAAAAAAABKU/F9PG0hW_Kao/s400/20080912-IMG_6486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307120741379111906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gentle Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little guy has the sweetest eyes. They are dark-dark brown, but still so warm. He is our only child that has my shape and color of eye. I love the hint of his mouth giving the start of a smile. He is the most gentle spirited child I've ever seen. We are truly blessed with our three wonderful children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-812432848294688399?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/812432848294688399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=812432848294688399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/812432848294688399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/812432848294688399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/02/toddler-eli.html' title='Toddler | Eli'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaauMioCe-I/AAAAAAAABKU/F9PG0hW_Kao/s72-c/20080912-IMG_6486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8395106139390354391</id><published>2009-02-10T08:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:01:39.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief Stricken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Saaf7x33djI/AAAAAAAABKM/WATiJbGlbs8/s1600-h/20080529-IMG_2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Saaf7x33djI/AAAAAAAABKM/WATiJbGlbs8/s400/20080529-IMG_2579.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307105060251465266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Saaf75NLw4I/AAAAAAAABKE/GAOTjXrWnH4/s1600-h/20080529-IMG_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Saaf75NLw4I/AAAAAAAABKE/GAOTjXrWnH4/s400/20080529-IMG_2595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307105062219924354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is experiencing the loss of a loved one.  As adults, we can sometimes rationalize why these things happens. My husband's grandmother was the most amazing woman I have ever met. Her love and compassion for others was extraordinary, all while being selfless and giving. It is a true loss to our family. Our seven year old was close to her and is experiencing loss for the first time.  Children put things into a new perspective, saying her heart is now broken into one hundred pieces.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found comfort in photographs, not taking them, but looking over earlier ones. The ones of her playing with the kids were yet too difficult to see. Instead I focused on others that went unnoticed during my processing. Fragile abstracts strong enough to pull me through these dark days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-8395106139390354391?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8395106139390354391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8395106139390354391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8395106139390354391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8395106139390354391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/02/grief-stricken.html' title='Grief Stricken'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/Saaf7x33djI/AAAAAAAABKM/WATiJbGlbs8/s72-c/20080529-IMG_2579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-281068409526431823</id><published>2009-01-24T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:45:51.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby | More Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaTALywI/AAAAAAAABJ8/vVspLc-LCtI/s1600-h/20090111-IMG_8595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaTALywI/AAAAAAAABJ8/vVspLc-LCtI/s400/20090111-IMG_8595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307097887959403266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I can't seem to edit my last post to add more photos, I'm taking the easy way out and simply creating a new post. Elisa's round eyes match her round face; at this age it's adorable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaV9yTDI/AAAAAAAABJ0/sRDb5jpH1K4/s1600-h/20090111-IMG_8694-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaV9yTDI/AAAAAAAABJ0/sRDb5jpH1K4/s400/20090111-IMG_8694-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307097888754650162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raspberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love when babies learn how make their own sound effects. The cooing, babbling and blowing raspberries end all too soon.  Then comes the talking and talking back.... ah, I miss this fun baby stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaPdh31I/AAAAAAAABJs/y1Rujvc4ies/s1600-h/20090111-IMG_8549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaPdh31I/AAAAAAAABJs/y1Rujvc4ies/s400/20090111-IMG_8549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307097887008743250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pouty Lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so expressive during my time with her, but she was hardly pouting. She would do this and then go into a full no-toothed smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZZrcvHGI/AAAAAAAABJk/JzZqtjdUtyc/s1600-h/20090111-IMG_8557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZZrcvHGI/AAAAAAAABJk/JzZqtjdUtyc/s400/20090111-IMG_8557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307097877341740130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZZb9AsEI/AAAAAAAABJc/ePcnyNLY3WA/s1600-h/20090111-IMG_8567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZZb9AsEI/AAAAAAAABJc/ePcnyNLY3WA/s400/20090111-IMG_8567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307097873182142530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self Discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;set of 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="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="font-size: medium;"&gt;She met a new friend today. Elisa, meet Elisa.  I love everything about this age. From playing in mirrors to playing with toes, there is seldom boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7177395325904819984-281068409526431823?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/281068409526431823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=281068409526431823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/281068409526431823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/281068409526431823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-more-elisa.html' title='Baby | More Elisa'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SaaZaTALywI/AAAAAAAABJ8/vVspLc-LCtI/s72-c/20090111-IMG_8595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7825743219502659889</id><published>2009-01-14T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:40:48.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby | Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SXSfrnLn-QI/AAAAAAAABHw/hVjn5fGhTo4/s1600-h/20090111-IMG_8659-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SXSfrnLn-QI/AAAAAAAABHw/hVjn5fGhTo4/s400/20090111-IMG_8659-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031033668106498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the Sun Shines in January&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;Being a natural light photographer, Michigan's blah winters may cause some to hibernate. I tend to fall into a slower pace of life myself.  It's too cold to be outdoors, especially in the last couple weeks with high temps in the single digits. I do love it when the sun makes it way indoors, as in the case here. The 12" of snow on the ground certainly helped reflect the light indoors and that simply wouldn't happen on a warm, sunny mid-July day. Of course, if it were a beautiful mid-summer day I certainly wouldn't be indoors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-7825743219502659889?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7825743219502659889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7825743219502659889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7825743219502659889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7825743219502659889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-of-week-week-two.html' title='Baby | Elisa'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SXSfrnLn-QI/AAAAAAAABHw/hVjn5fGhTo4/s72-c/20090111-IMG_8659-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-109945272590608530</id><published>2009-01-07T19:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:38:20.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SXEkzQRJHlI/AAAAAAAABHo/e7WRrzRpRYw/s1600-h/20090101-IMG_8402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SXEkzQRJHlI/AAAAAAAABHo/e7WRrzRpRYw/s400/20090101-IMG_8402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292051500095839826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lights Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a sucker for abandoned houses. Trespassing is the only crime I commit on a semi-regular basis. I wonder about the life these houses once held.  There are so many things that happen within the structure of one's home. These walls witnessed the personal stories of joy, sorrow, trust, despair, grief and faith. Sometimes, when I look closely at these walls, I can feel a story left behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-109945272590608530?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/109945272590608530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=109945272590608530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/109945272590608530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/109945272590608530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-of-week-week-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SXEkzQRJHlI/AAAAAAAABHo/e7WRrzRpRYw/s72-c/20090101-IMG_8402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8005641151033185169</id><published>2009-01-05T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:50:34.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_KC-N7dI/AAAAAAAABHg/1nUjAo7Esbs/s1600-h/20090101-IMG_8389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_KC-N7dI/AAAAAAAABHg/1nUjAo7Esbs/s400/20090101-IMG_8389.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287787985571278290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Ditch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought in the new year with friends, tacos and margaritas... I can't image anything better! New Years Day I went on a covered bridge photo shoot with some friends from the camera club. We also found a historic farm and couldn't pass it up. Camera geeks :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_KC8tlpI/AAAAAAAABHY/1SxBto5fJaQ/s1600-h/20090101-IMG_8412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_KC8tlpI/AAAAAAAABHY/1SxBto5fJaQ/s400/20090101-IMG_8412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287787985564964498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diamonds&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_JoPtiDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jjXgXKcBV38/s1600-h/20090101-IMG_8418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_JoPtiDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jjXgXKcBV38/s400/20090101-IMG_8418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287787978396895282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fractured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish all my readers the very best for the new year.  I am attempting a 52 week project, similar to 365, but much less demanding. I will document my favorite photo of the week, ranging in categories from my own family, portraits, nature, abstracts, and everything in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-8005641151033185169?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8005641151033185169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8005641151033185169&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8005641151033185169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8005641151033185169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrating-new-year.html' title='Celebrating the New Year'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SWH_KC-N7dI/AAAAAAAABHg/1nUjAo7Esbs/s72-c/20090101-IMG_8389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2932033649722581481</id><published>2008-12-29T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:36:41.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1vVu5II/AAAAAAAABFs/1c46n_3pSew/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1vVu5II/AAAAAAAABFs/1c46n_3pSew/s400/20081225-IMG_8326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183993169241218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We told the kids if they woke early, to not wake anyone else until 6am. Sure enough, Chelsea was in our bedroom with her excited voice, "Santa bought me a new bike! Santa brought Eli a new bike too!" at exactly 6am :) She later told me she had been awake since 4am!! She opened gifts from Santa in her stocking, giving the boys a bit more sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1nV7vAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wL5djuQf-_U/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1nV7vAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wL5djuQf-_U/s400/20081225-IMG_8328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183991022599170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't catch onto the itunes gift card in her stocking. Maybe the extra two hours of sleep would have helped....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1YJu38I/AAAAAAAABFc/zauO9Be5BoI/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1YJu38I/AAAAAAAABFc/zauO9Be5BoI/s400/20081225-IMG_8335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183986944892866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pokemon cards make Alex smile, more than his new bb gun and magnext sets.  When he opened his box of new clothes, he quickly put them aside and yelled, "boring!" Santa has learned to wrap all clothing in one box :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1SxAa_I/AAAAAAAABFU/puEOrcsxXok/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1SxAa_I/AAAAAAAABFU/puEOrcsxXok/s400/20081225-IMG_8339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183985499007986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli enjoyed his new wooden train. Made in Michigan. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-hTt3SEI/AAAAAAAABFM/VTRZyoCvZoc/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8341.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-hTt3SEI/AAAAAAAABFM/VTRZyoCvZoc/s400/20081225-IMG_8341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183642156877890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, he looks so tired! The Fisher Price race and crash raceway will surely bring him life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-g8QIY2I/AAAAAAAABFE/lkVJOepfiSY/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-g8QIY2I/AAAAAAAABFE/lkVJOepfiSY/s400/20081225-IMG_8343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183635858154338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex ripping into another present. Such an exciting morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-g1VAU9I/AAAAAAAABE8/SVSACKOL6Xk/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-g1VAU9I/AAAAAAAABE8/SVSACKOL6Xk/s400/20081225-IMG_8355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183633999549394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yea.... this is what the itunes card is for. Chelsea received her very own ipod.  Now we need to figure out how to sync them so she doesn't get all of our music and we don't get hers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-gi5eEjI/AAAAAAAABE0/GJnW22qtmQo/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-gi5eEjI/AAAAAAAABE0/GJnW22qtmQo/s400/20081225-IMG_8357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183629052219954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli tryin' out his new Schwinn Roadster. I'm excited he can reach the petals! He was excited about the retro bell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-gpP1QhI/AAAAAAAABEs/_tEKYp0QCOU/s1600-h/20081225-IMG_8361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-gpP1QhI/AAAAAAAABEs/_tEKYp0QCOU/s400/20081225-IMG_8361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183630756626962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zoom. Zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2932033649722581481?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2932033649722581481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2932033649722581481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2932033649722581481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2932033649722581481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-morning-2008.html' title='Christmas Morning 2008'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVi-1vVu5II/AAAAAAAABFs/1c46n_3pSew/s72-c/20081225-IMG_8326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4629062282482229014</id><published>2008-12-22T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:05:25.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishin' &amp; Playin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATRlb0Q9I/AAAAAAAABDc/y_if0m4UIHM/s1600-h/20081004-IMG_7409-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATRlb0Q9I/AAAAAAAABDc/y_if0m4UIHM/s400/20081004-IMG_7409-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282743555733078994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's just a few days from Christmas, but I simply have to share these adorable boys from a fall session.  Blake was a natural fisherman and dressed oh-so cute. I much enjoyed my time with them that Saturday afternoon. I was fortunate to photograph his brother, Blake, for the first time also; I can't wait for another opportunity to witness their growth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATRK2tbBI/AAAAAAAABDU/DHbeMMU9b9I/s1600-h/20081004_img_7399-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATRK2tbBI/AAAAAAAABDU/DHbeMMU9b9I/s400/20081004_img_7399-edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282743548598119442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATQYeZznI/AAAAAAAABDM/8wGuzVSFiLA/s1600-h/20081004-IMG_7441-Edit-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATQYeZznI/AAAAAAAABDM/8wGuzVSFiLA/s400/20081004-IMG_7441-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282743535074397810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATQCzIWTI/AAAAAAAABDE/Y_N7WXao9lQ/s1600-h/20081004-IMG_7434-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATQCzIWTI/AAAAAAAABDE/Y_N7WXao9lQ/s400/20081004-IMG_7434-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282743529255754034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVAQIa1izLI/AAAAAAAABC8/1Avp55-wGuI/s1600-h/20081004-IMG_7434-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-4629062282482229014?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4629062282482229014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4629062282482229014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4629062282482229014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4629062282482229014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone-fishin-playin.html' title='Gone Fishin&apos; &amp; Playin&apos;'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVATRlb0Q9I/AAAAAAAABDc/y_if0m4UIHM/s72-c/20081004-IMG_7409-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1015102173985375282</id><published>2008-12-09T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:44.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Katelynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST5wD7IE2xI/AAAAAAAABCU/EknuYIi_g5Q/s1600-h/20081003-IMG_7032-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST5wD7IE2xI/AAAAAAAABCU/EknuYIi_g5Q/s400/20081003-IMG_7032-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277779026038283026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photographing Katelynn was a gift. She was comfortable in front of the camera and had an adorable personality. I was thrilled with her naturalness and ease around me. I was excited with the above image even before I viewed it on camera or during editing. It was one of those "oh, I'm gonna love this" shots. Of course I added my own artistic flair... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who think the flair is too much [what?], below you'll find a classic black and white. Simply beautiful, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST5wDgv-cxI/AAAAAAAABCM/RFe4hLQE2sE/s1600-h/20081003-20081003-IMG_7047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST5wDgv-cxI/AAAAAAAABCM/RFe4hLQE2sE/s400/20081003-20081003-IMG_7047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277779018957878034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST5vKP9VH8I/AAAAAAAABBc/fNDRQKGYvcU/s1600-h/20081003-IMG_7032-Edit.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-1015102173985375282?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1015102173985375282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1015102173985375282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1015102173985375282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1015102173985375282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-katelynn.html' title='Meet Katelynn'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST5wD7IE2xI/AAAAAAAABCU/EknuYIi_g5Q/s72-c/20081003-IMG_7032-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7188547224127548794</id><published>2008-12-08T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:30:22.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed. Busy. Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST11ZoCzkKI/AAAAAAAABBU/3Gb1BwclpTY/s1600-h/Riley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST11ZoCzkKI/AAAAAAAABBU/3Gb1BwclpTY/s400/Riley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277503421454454946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has absorbed serious neglect through my rushed days. Since I have accepted my failure at my personal 366 photo quest, it's been difficult to post here. The followers I had I'm sure are long gone. My personal journey of loving and learning light will continue. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog will undergo a transformation in the new year. It will become more client friendly, with photos from recent sessions and insights into my own life and family. It will still feature photos of random objects some people don't see as art ... but they happen to be some of my most favorite photographs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I'm posting a photo from a recent session. Sweet Miss Riley was a treat to photograph, along with her siblings. Isn't she gorgeous? I had so much fun with my portraits in the park sessions I can't wait to do it all over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7177395325904819984-7188547224127548794?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7188547224127548794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7188547224127548794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7188547224127548794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7188547224127548794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/12/overwhelmed-busy-life.html' title='Overwhelmed. Busy. Life.'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/ST11ZoCzkKI/AAAAAAAABBU/3Gb1BwclpTY/s72-c/Riley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7655188844217880872</id><published>2008-10-26T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:00:59.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SQnzlx4khEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o9RRa8Wns0s/s1600-h/20081026-IMG_8123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SQnzlx4khEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o9RRa8Wns0s/s400/20081026-IMG_8123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263005469930456130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thrill Seekers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten - Fifteen foot waves on Lake Michigan sprouted our curiosity to take a Sunday drive to the lakeshore. At White Lake Pier, we found these youngsters playing a game of tag with the brutal cold waves. I could watch them only long enough to take a few photos, but couldn't bring myself to witness their actions any longer. If one of them were to be swept off the pier, there was no way anyone could help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have received many emails about how my blog has become so inactive.  At first, I was holding onto those final summer days with my children. That was August. Now it's nearly November. I was snapping photos daily, but when I missed a day in September, I took it pretty hard. I had worked so hard to find something to photograph through my busiest and ill days. Then one day I simply forgot, the routine I had been accustomed to had been disturbed. It's been downhill since. Now I simply shoot when I want. And it's on this blog, I will continue to share my photography, my art, my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7177395325904819984-7655188844217880872?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7655188844217880872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7655188844217880872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7655188844217880872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7655188844217880872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-foward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SQnzlx4khEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o9RRa8Wns0s/s72-c/20081026-IMG_8123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3857018378787488865</id><published>2008-08-14T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:25:19.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNzDbuoGtHI/AAAAAAAAAys/c0coVlMSG-A/s1600-h/20080814-IMG_5803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNzDbuoGtHI/AAAAAAAAAys/c0coVlMSG-A/s400/20080814-IMG_5803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250286146747282546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;227/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberries are favorite summer snacks in our home. You might think after picking 30lbs of them last month, we would get sick of them. No way! The reflection caught my eye so I quickly grabbed my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3857018378787488865?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3857018378787488865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3857018378787488865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3857018378787488865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3857018378787488865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-seven.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-Seven'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNzDbuoGtHI/AAAAAAAAAys/c0coVlMSG-A/s72-c/20080814-IMG_5803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4507863342802783535</id><published>2008-08-13T05:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:07:01.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNthhNUjUiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/N4QF6wkKiGc/s1600-h/20080813-IMG_5786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNthhNUjUiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/N4QF6wkKiGc/s400/20080813-IMG_5786.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249897013769884194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;226/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband and I had some quiet time with Eli tonight. We took advantage of the fabulous weather and took a stroll around the lake with Eli munching on fruit snacks in his stroller. Of course on the bottom of the stroller was my camera and when we passed this shed I couldn't resist the rust and delicious bokeh I can produce with my 100mm/2.8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-4507863342802783535?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4507863342802783535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4507863342802783535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4507863342802783535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4507863342802783535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-six.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-Six'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNthhNUjUiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/N4QF6wkKiGc/s72-c/20080813-IMG_5786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3811697651849144869</id><published>2008-08-12T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:36:37.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MGdgK1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/RZPRqEfkCOo/s1600-h/20080812-IMG_5754-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MGdgK1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/RZPRqEfkCOo/s400/20080812-IMG_5754-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247320495407246162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;125/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had a play date that included lunch in the park. Warm sunny weather helped provide a couple hours of entertainment. The kids played well and my friend Heather and I were able to catch up. Of course the afternoon was topped off with a visit to DQ for ice cream before parting our separate ways again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MaV1YdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/v_w0xEVQunc/s1600-h/20080812-IMG_5761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MaV1YdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/v_w0xEVQunc/s400/20080812-IMG_5761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247320500743791058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lil' Diva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo makes me smile. She's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MhaeL9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/EooFN2hEB3U/s1600-h/20080812-IMG_5762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MhaeL9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/EooFN2hEB3U/s400/20080812-IMG_5762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247320502642290642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am unsure of Ashley's story, but she certainly has everyone engrossed with what she has to say. There were no breaks for Eli; he was mastering climbing UP the slides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3811697651849144869?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3811697651849144869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3811697651849144869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3811697651849144869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3811697651849144869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-five.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-Five'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SNI6MGdgK1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/RZPRqEfkCOo/s72-c/20080812-IMG_5754-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3788052049802162084</id><published>2008-08-11T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:29:32.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLP0GUGZZUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RW5IibWgvio/s1600-h/20080811-IMG_5729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLP0GUGZZUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RW5IibWgvio/s400/20080811-IMG_5729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238799180873950530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;224/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My youngest boy can make me smile on my worst of days. I live for the way he looks at me and his smile helps me realize how blessed I am. I am a mother with faults and make many mistakes, but through the eyes of my children I am the best mom in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7177395325904819984-3788052049802162084?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3788052049802162084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3788052049802162084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3788052049802162084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3788052049802162084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-four.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-Four'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLP0GUGZZUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RW5IibWgvio/s72-c/20080811-IMG_5729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3967566856286556174</id><published>2008-08-10T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:35:43.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPotobfC8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/HBxgKoqLBq8/s1600-h/20080810-IMG_5679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPotobfC8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/HBxgKoqLBq8/s400/20080810-IMG_5679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238786662206475202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morning Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;223/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke just early enough to play with morning light at the water's edge. Strangely,  we all sleep in later when were camping. My goal this morning was to work with backlight and sun flare shooting manual with my 100mm.  And because I had many images I liked of this morning spent with my camera, I have added more playing with light photos below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPot3qkKqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/545jIvAnnKM/s1600-h/20080810-IMG_5668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPot3qkKqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/545jIvAnnKM/s400/20080810-IMG_5668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238786666296257186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPot0U2FCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jCSbitj4H9k/s1600-h/20080810-IMG_5704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPot0U2FCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jCSbitj4H9k/s400/20080810-IMG_5704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238786665399850018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPouBGnGTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/aWRhLcP_4Ns/s1600-h/20080810-IMG_5698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPouBGnGTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/aWRhLcP_4Ns/s400/20080810-IMG_5698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238786668829808946" /&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/7177395325904819984-3967566856286556174?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3967566856286556174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3967566856286556174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3967566856286556174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3967566856286556174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-three.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-Three'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPotobfC8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/HBxgKoqLBq8/s72-c/20080810-IMG_5679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2564329898180953260</id><published>2008-08-09T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:21:34.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPlRxpl3xI/AAAAAAAAAxc/RsNgigfHGnA/s1600-h/20080809-IMG_5653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPlRxpl3xI/AAAAAAAAAxc/RsNgigfHGnA/s400/20080809-IMG_5653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238782885110341394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double Stuf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;222/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping requires I pack the trailer with ready to eat snacks. I always pack carrots, applesauce, and pretzels, but for some reason they are the very last picked items for snacking. Today was no exception as the mint oreos were opened and never made it back inside... and no, the raccoons didn't eat them, we did :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2564329898180953260?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2564329898180953260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2564329898180953260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2564329898180953260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2564329898180953260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-two.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-Two'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLPlRxpl3xI/AAAAAAAAAxc/RsNgigfHGnA/s72-c/20080809-IMG_5653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-438653522418993821</id><published>2008-08-08T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:24:02.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLNY-3pmSCI/AAAAAAAAAxU/lhyKyqrXyRw/s1600-h/20080808-IMG_5634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLNY-3pmSCI/AAAAAAAAAxU/lhyKyqrXyRw/s400/20080808-IMG_5634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238628628675577890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;221/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply love camping with my family. Today I played yahtzee with Chelsea and Alex, but we played the jr. version with illustrated dice. It passed the time between breakfast and lunch because it was way too cold for swimming, but next time I'll bring out the real dice and see if they're ready for the more advanced play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-438653522418993821?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/438653522418993821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=438653522418993821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/438653522418993821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/438653522418993821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty-one.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty-One'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SLNY-3pmSCI/AAAAAAAAAxU/lhyKyqrXyRw/s72-c/20080808-IMG_5634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3640793394541838898</id><published>2008-08-07T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:38:36.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKDma1PoTfI/AAAAAAAAAxM/FOyBM28DGGw/s1600-h/20080807-IMG_5629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKDma1PoTfI/AAAAAAAAAxM/FOyBM28DGGw/s400/20080807-IMG_5629.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233436115648138738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cold Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;220/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Storms passed through the area today and with it brought much cooler temperatures.  This photo was taken after another round of storms.  The evening sun hit the thick wall of clouds to the east and the sky reopened to a brilliant blue. I stopped on my way home overlooking a corn field and watched the clouds roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3640793394541838898?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3640793394541838898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3640793394541838898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3640793394541838898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3640793394541838898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-twenty.html' title='Two Hundred Twenty'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKDma1PoTfI/AAAAAAAAAxM/FOyBM28DGGw/s72-c/20080807-IMG_5629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1638753361637647640</id><published>2008-08-06T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:22:32.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlY-ARDfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AP_NAjd2KEg/s1600-h/20080806-IMG_5604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlY-ARDfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AP_NAjd2KEg/s400/20080806-IMG_5604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233294246639898098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;219/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day after I took photos of the girls, Alex told me he wanted pictures taken with his best buddy, Jake (also cousins, 7 months apart). That task was much easier than said. It started to sprinkle just as we were heading outdoors, so we were limited to the porch. The boys weren't too into the whole thing, even thought it was Alex's idea. Once I asked them to show me their pipes, the enthusiasm level was certainly raised, silly boys. Of course Alex can never concentrate without his tongue hanging out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlZKLnGDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Xw1xGNIayZg/s1600-h/20080806-IMG_5543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlZKLnGDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Xw1xGNIayZg/s400/20080806-IMG_5543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233294249908705330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlZMKXWtI/AAAAAAAAAxE/F-G5svrdVcQ/s1600-h/20080806-IMG_5546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlZMKXWtI/AAAAAAAAAxE/F-G5svrdVcQ/s400/20080806-IMG_5546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233294250440350418" /&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/7177395325904819984-1638753361637647640?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1638753361637647640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1638753361637647640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1638753361637647640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1638753361637647640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-nineteen.html' title='Two Hundred Nineteen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBlY-ARDfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AP_NAjd2KEg/s72-c/20080806-IMG_5604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1886509610251174662</id><published>2008-08-05T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:50:25.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdoNAHp0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/vuP8US7P8uc/s1600-h/20080805-IMG_5478-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdoNAHp0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/vuP8US7P8uc/s400/20080805-IMG_5478-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285712270829378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;218/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and Chelsea are exactly six months apart. Our girls are often together or talking about each other, as this is what best friends do. Hannah's birthday is fast approaching, so I planned an impromptu photo shoot for them both. I plan on giving Hannah a photo display for her birthday. I know she'll love this series simply because Chelsea does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdocysXDI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1qSNywT5WKI/s1600-h/20080805-IMG_5480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdocysXDI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1qSNywT5WKI/s400/20080805-IMG_5480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285716509482034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdoouYnOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-eUTVnpMoP8/s1600-h/20080805-IMG_5419-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdoouYnOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-eUTVnpMoP8/s400/20080805-IMG_5419-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285719712636130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdo5MZv8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/j31xG56Oj9o/s1600-h/20080805-IMG_5430-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdo5MZv8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/j31xG56Oj9o/s400/20080805-IMG_5430-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285724133507010" /&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/7177395325904819984-1886509610251174662?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1886509610251174662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1886509610251174662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1886509610251174662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1886509610251174662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-eighteen.html' title='Two Hundred Eighteen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SKBdoNAHp0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/vuP8US7P8uc/s72-c/20080805-IMG_5478-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1056808770560783504</id><published>2008-08-04T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:08:56.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBe4lt6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/0ZtCK3LQSL8/s1600-h/20080804-IMG_5410-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBe4lt6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/0ZtCK3LQSL8/s400/20080804-IMG_5410-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231852383405193122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curly Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;217/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attended a birthday party at Millennium Park today.  It was hot and humid, a great day for water fun. This photo of Carter was taken on the beach, but I added a texture to play around with background. His hair cracks me up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBU9LVQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MvL4Gf3Afkg/s1600-h/20080804-IMG_5383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBU9LVQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MvL4Gf3Afkg/s400/20080804-IMG_5383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231852380740080898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli the Builder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob the builder was the party theme and the kids all had plastic construction hats to wear instead of the normal birthday hats. Eli wore his hat sideways and held it down so it wouldn't blow off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBdxqKXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HME20rD-VaY/s1600-h/20080804-IMG_5399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBdxqKXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HME20rD-VaY/s400/20080804-IMG_5399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231852383107688818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a couple hours on the beach and enjoying birthday cake, we headed over to the splash pad. Jake watched as Alex was dumped with water from a bucket above. After that, Jake decided this area wasn't for him and headed over to a more calm water activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1056808770560783504?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1056808770560783504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1056808770560783504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1056808770560783504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1056808770560783504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-seventeen.html' title='Two Hundred Seventeen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJtGBe4lt6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/0ZtCK3LQSL8/s72-c/20080804-IMG_5410-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5438272336541471478</id><published>2008-08-03T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:27:33.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJs9m8a3fCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/jtYg7eFaKYs/s1600-h/20080803-IMG_5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJs9m8a3fCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/jtYg7eFaKYs/s400/20080803-IMG_5314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231843131384101922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;216/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we returned home after a four day camping adventure. We jumped right back into home life with baths and bedtime routine. Eli loved camping and spending so much time outdoors. He was disappointed being confined indoors and he proudly let me know where he'd rather much be.... outside, mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-5438272336541471478?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5438272336541471478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5438272336541471478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5438272336541471478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5438272336541471478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-sixteen.html' title='Two Hundred Sixteen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJs9m8a3fCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/jtYg7eFaKYs/s72-c/20080803-IMG_5314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6620893697988863792</id><published>2008-08-02T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:42:23.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJnTv0VKrVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/er-KvUqWjJ0/s1600-h/20080802-IMG_5308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJnTv0VKrVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/er-KvUqWjJ0/s400/20080802-IMG_5308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231445260622277970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Track Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;215/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small children are so drawn to fires and flames. It's hard to teach them to stay away and stand back. This was the case with Eli until he discovered the sand patch surrounding the fire pit. How quickly he forgot about the flames and started filling up his dump truck with sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-6620893697988863792?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6620893697988863792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6620893697988863792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6620893697988863792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6620893697988863792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-fifteen.html' title='Two Hundred Fifteen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJnTv0VKrVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/er-KvUqWjJ0/s72-c/20080802-IMG_5308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8580858784596609228</id><published>2008-08-01T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:12:39.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJnDDgLSkSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cQA3-EHg3co/s1600-h/20080801-IMG_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJnDDgLSkSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cQA3-EHg3co/s400/20080801-IMG_5293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231426907111854370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Dog Feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;214/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping requires at least one meal of hot dogs/grillers/brats (not to mention late nights with alcoholic beverages :). After a day of sun and swimming, tonight was our night. Photography wasn't on the top of my priority list over the long weekend, but I did manage to take a photo, even if it's nothing to brag about.  I'm thankful I took my photo before intoxication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-8580858784596609228?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8580858784596609228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8580858784596609228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8580858784596609228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8580858784596609228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hundred-fourteen.html' title='Two Hundred Fourteen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJnDDgLSkSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cQA3-EHg3co/s72-c/20080801-IMG_5293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2644611346148553895</id><published>2008-07-31T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:10:06.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJmfxQTMfFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/To2ZsWfheSY/s1600-h/20080731-IMG_5275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJmfxQTMfFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/To2ZsWfheSY/s400/20080731-IMG_5275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231388110705425490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sand Castle Construction at Sundown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;213/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we settled into our campsite, we headed for the beach. I have been looking forward to this weekend for some time. There's nothing better than camping with my family and close friends. Camping to me is family quality time that is unparalleled to anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJmfxgxV7hI/AAAAAAAAAvU/t63Lo5Byc04/s1600-h/20080731-IMG_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJmfxgxV7hI/AAAAAAAAAvU/t63Lo5Byc04/s400/20080731-IMG_5285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231388115126840850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rinse and Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea and Alex would cover themselves in sand and dash into the water. If Eli could keep up, he'd be in this photo too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2644611346148553895?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2644611346148553895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2644611346148553895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2644611346148553895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2644611346148553895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-thirteen.html' title='Two Hundred Thirteen'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJmfxQTMfFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/To2ZsWfheSY/s72-c/20080731-IMG_5275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3209899723594903072</id><published>2008-07-30T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:09:57.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJhAoZMM2OI/AAAAAAAAAvE/291T4R9AVh0/s1600-h/20080730-IMG_5235-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJhAoZMM2OI/AAAAAAAAAvE/291T4R9AVh0/s400/20080730-IMG_5235-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231002029891836130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;212/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is my attempt to sweet talk my husband. Once again, I want something.... the never ending list goes on :)  I thought I'd better put a cheery on top as bribery. He LOVES cherries! I'd like to invest into my own web site, not the current free no-frills kind, a nice professional type with a couple bells and whistles. Stay tuned to see if my tasty looking cherry helped me convince him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-3209899723594903072?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3209899723594903072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3209899723594903072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3209899723594903072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3209899723594903072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-twelve.html' title='Two Hundred Twelve'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJhAoZMM2OI/AAAAAAAAAvE/291T4R9AVh0/s72-c/20080730-IMG_5235-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5483222706626329029</id><published>2008-07-29T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:21:37.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJEg29FTGtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GvQnDU9LLHc/s1600-h/20080729-IMG_5216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJEg29FTGtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GvQnDU9LLHc/s400/20080729-IMG_5216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228996770835667666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heat Relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;211/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my kids have been running through the sprinkler everyday for at least a week. Today they decided the sprinkler was too boring and wanted to spray each other instead. I didn't object because when they're happy, I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-5483222706626329029?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5483222706626329029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5483222706626329029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5483222706626329029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5483222706626329029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-eleven.html' title='Two Hundred Eleven'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJEg29FTGtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GvQnDU9LLHc/s72-c/20080729-IMG_5216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5242642208484136181</id><published>2008-07-28T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:14:27.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJEeZzyTVfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CGairKzy_M8/s1600-h/20080728-IMG_5211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJEeZzyTVfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CGairKzy_M8/s400/20080728-IMG_5211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228994071100610034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;210/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband, sometimes being thoughtful, now locks up his bike outdoors as to not disturb us when he leaves for work in the morning. He started riding his bike, which is a 14 mile one way trek, nearly two months ago. His dedication to riding is both physical and financial. We don't live in an unsafe area, but you never want to ask for trouble by leaving valuables unattended. Besides, the lock looks cool when viewed through my new lens :)&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/7177395325904819984-5242642208484136181?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5242642208484136181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5242642208484136181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5242642208484136181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5242642208484136181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-ten.html' title='Two Hundred Ten'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJEeZzyTVfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CGairKzy_M8/s72-c/20080728-IMG_5211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-9093928768470861178</id><published>2008-07-27T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:49:47.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB8vXxe11I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Suyp_-ODSms/s1600-h/20080727-IMG_5181-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB8vXxe11I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Suyp_-ODSms/s400/20080727-IMG_5181-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228816320654399314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Witness Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;209/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we took a three hour trip to see my husband's grandma. She recently turned 93! She does amazingly well for someone of her age; writing and reading daily are her favorite pastime. She loves to watch the kids play and that's when I caught her wonderful smile. It was nice to spend an afternoon with her, as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB8vc0OZgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Fhl4JcC8lpI/s1600-h/20080727-IMG_5172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB8vc0OZgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Fhl4JcC8lpI/s400/20080727-IMG_5172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228816322008081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can only hope to lead a rewarding and fulfilling life as hers. I love to listen to her stories from younger days and the love she found and nourished along the way. &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/7177395325904819984-9093928768470861178?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/9093928768470861178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=9093928768470861178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9093928768470861178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9093928768470861178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-nine.html' title='Two Hundred Nine'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB8vXxe11I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Suyp_-ODSms/s72-c/20080727-IMG_5181-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-3638134345220449058</id><published>2008-07-26T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:27:33.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1Y9rzuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/k9XCrxsaHFU/s1600-h/20080726-IMG_5144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1Y9rzuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/k9XCrxsaHFU/s400/20080726-IMG_5144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228808239112763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;208/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to a family reunion. It was held at a park and the kids were able to play on a nice playground and even do some hiking. The adults took part in a baseball turned softball game and there were many laughs, even at Uncle Andy's expense.  My grandma doesn't like here photo taken, but I managed to sneak in a few. I hope you enjoyed the day surrounded by your family Grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1ZDFuUtI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jqhRb-uZ8cs/s1600-h/20080726-IMG_5148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1ZDFuUtI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jqhRb-uZ8cs/s400/20080726-IMG_5148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228808240563638994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others were more willing to flash me a smile. Elisa is nearly five months old already. It's been amazing to watch her grow and photograph her along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1ZdXQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ragMjVEpdDY/s1600-h/20080726-IMG_5159-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1ZdXQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ragMjVEpdDY/s400/20080726-IMG_5159-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228808247616525426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A potential senior client, my cousin; my uncle wondered if I was "good enough" to warrant getting paid for his daughter's senior photos. Hmmm, if he only knew how much time and effort I put into every photo shoot. Andrea has a great smile and I hope to be able to work with her in the future. &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/7177395325904819984-3638134345220449058?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/3638134345220449058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=3638134345220449058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3638134345220449058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/3638134345220449058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-eight.html' title='Two Hundred Eight'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJB1Y9rzuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/k9XCrxsaHFU/s72-c/20080726-IMG_5144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1412086072965358170</id><published>2008-07-25T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:17:29.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBk8W5g1CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/X0T1Hgc5p_8/s1600-h/20080725-IMG_5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBk8W5g1CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/X0T1Hgc5p_8/s400/20080725-IMG_5137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228790155478881314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;207/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put my new lens to use right away. Money is the topic of hot debate right now. Between over spending and bankruptcy, savings and investment, there should be middle ground. It amazes me how uneducated people are when it comes to money management. We have been fortunate to find a stable middle ground, but with the economy against us, who knows how long our security will last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1412086072965358170?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1412086072965358170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1412086072965358170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1412086072965358170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1412086072965358170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-seven.html' title='Two Hundred Seven'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBk8W5g1CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/X0T1Hgc5p_8/s72-c/20080725-IMG_5137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6196664334272791810</id><published>2008-07-24T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:50:56.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBhrl8SgRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BCoxCR_yKwg/s1600-h/20080724-IMG_5121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBhrl8SgRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BCoxCR_yKwg/s400/20080724-IMG_5121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228786568924397842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;206/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did what the government wanted; we spent our economic stimulus check. It looks like I may have more spending to do as my camera needs to be sent in for sensor cleaning. I have no time for that now, I am on the downhill stretch of my 366 photos. I thank my husband for his continued support and encouragement, and for giving me his nod of approval for this lens purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-6196664334272791810?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6196664334272791810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6196664334272791810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6196664334272791810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6196664334272791810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-six.html' title='Two Hundred Six'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBhrl8SgRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BCoxCR_yKwg/s72-c/20080724-IMG_5121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2892318517118353366</id><published>2008-07-23T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:30:13.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBc5bFWJKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2eer947el2Y/s1600-h/20080723-IMG_5070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBc5bFWJKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2eer947el2Y/s400/20080723-IMG_5070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228781308969624738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Public Display of Affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;205/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I went with friends to Blues on the Mall. I was photographing the people and entertainment found in downtown Grand Rapids. I was taking aim at this couple dancing in the crowd and then he pulled her in for a kiss. If there was a way to contact this couple, I would certainly give them a print of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBc5X4_z7I/AAAAAAAAAss/ZKzES_7raBk/s1600-h/20080723-IMG_4967-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBc5X4_z7I/AAAAAAAAAss/ZKzES_7raBk/s400/20080723-IMG_4967-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228781308112523186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I left for downtown, my friendly UPS carrier dropped off my new lens, a beautiful Canon 100mm Macro. Chelsea was my first target :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2892318517118353366?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2892318517118353366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2892318517118353366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2892318517118353366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2892318517118353366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-five.html' title='Two Hundred Five'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBc5bFWJKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2eer947el2Y/s72-c/20080723-IMG_5070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-5511206716985230584</id><published>2008-07-22T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:18:46.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBbGsJre4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/rFPP1KShChI/s1600-h/20080722-IMG_4962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBbGsJre4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/rFPP1KShChI/s400/20080722-IMG_4962.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228779337866247042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;204/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another busy summer day left me in the last hour to photograph something. This is real life: dirty dishes in the sink is a reality. It sure doesn't help my husband has a late dinner or fourth meal once the kids are in bed. My work is never done, that is life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-5511206716985230584?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/5511206716985230584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=5511206716985230584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5511206716985230584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/5511206716985230584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-four.html' title='Two Hundred Four'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBbGsJre4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/rFPP1KShChI/s72-c/20080722-IMG_4962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1406539341068124444</id><published>2008-07-21T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:11:49.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBZVNDtbhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lIMVDXJqqKY/s1600-h/20080721-IMG_4942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBZVNDtbhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lIMVDXJqqKY/s400/20080721-IMG_4942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228777388194491922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teamwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;203/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed tonight after dinner the kid's picnic table was in dire need of a cleaning. When I mentioned it the the kids, they took off running. Once they saw the bucket of suds they were quickly excited and eager to help. Even the neighbor boy pitched in. Water and suds will help my kids think of fun and not just another chore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-1406539341068124444?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1406539341068124444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1406539341068124444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1406539341068124444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1406539341068124444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-three.html' title='Two Hundred Three'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBZVNDtbhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lIMVDXJqqKY/s72-c/20080721-IMG_4942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-6629267432991623469</id><published>2008-07-20T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:52:28.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBUs0zVDkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A_JZ2Uew6aA/s1600-h/20080720-IMG_4921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBUs0zVDkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A_JZ2Uew6aA/s400/20080720-IMG_4921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228772296442056258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Country Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;202/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the afternoon at my parents lake again. There's not much that can beat it on a hot summer day. At evening my camera and I took a walk down the road. This is another sad attempt at sun flare. One of these days I may get it right... but I do like the detail of the stem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-6629267432991623469?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/6629267432991623469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=6629267432991623469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6629267432991623469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/6629267432991623469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-two.html' title='Two Hundred Two'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SJBUs0zVDkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A_JZ2Uew6aA/s72-c/20080720-IMG_4921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-9067197207410999379</id><published>2008-07-19T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:13:09.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mhkBFGQI/AAAAAAAAArs/CZ1E_Wyvtis/s1600-h/20080719-IMG_4855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mhkBFGQI/AAAAAAAAArs/CZ1E_Wyvtis/s400/20080719-IMG_4855.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228510419190356226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a Kid Once, Says Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;201/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Aunt Pat. She's visiting us from Chicago for the weekend.  The kids love spending time with her because she's so interactive with them. I love watching her play with them and always see her enjoying their company too. She's actually their great aunt, but we leave the formalities out simply because we already know how great she is! Thank you for taking time to spend with us. I hope you know how much your love means to my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mh_e9ytI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ubID-AeONNA/s1600-h/20080719-IMG_4830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mh_e9ytI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ubID-AeONNA/s400/20080719-IMG_4830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228510426563463890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing High, Sweet Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Pat did wonder what I was doing as I layed on my back to get this shot.  She made a comment that Uncle Dick (he's a photographer too) would never do such a thing... well, you make sure he sees this and the interesting perspective being on the ground can bring :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mhwH9I9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/fmcThOI5ovM/s1600-h/20080719-IMG_4849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mhwH9I9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/fmcThOI5ovM/s400/20080719-IMG_4849.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228510422440420306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Schulyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not very often we see him, but our times together are becoming more frequent. It's nice to see him hanging around Slater and the kids. I hope he likes the zoo, as this is my unofficial invite for a zoo outing sometime in August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9miElJxmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/mtE8CQDPn8o/s1600-h/20080719-IMG_4902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9miElJxmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/mtE8CQDPn8o/s400/20080719-IMG_4902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228510427931592290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My attempt at a group shot for Aunt Pat. There's always one  who has a silly face, but the silliness fits his personality.&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/7177395325904819984-9067197207410999379?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/9067197207410999379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=9067197207410999379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9067197207410999379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9067197207410999379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred-one.html' title='Two Hundred One'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9mhkBFGQI/AAAAAAAAArs/CZ1E_Wyvtis/s72-c/20080719-IMG_4855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-4030230226252610146</id><published>2008-07-18T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:22:59.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9e1jEst6I/AAAAAAAAArc/3BKsa2O3m-8/s1600-h/20080718-IMG_4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9e1jEst6I/AAAAAAAAArc/3BKsa2O3m-8/s400/20080718-IMG_4784.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228501966441461666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Balloon Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;200/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay; two hundred days! Bring on the balloons for celebration. Eli loves balloons. He tries to blow them up even if they are already inflated. These are actually water balloons, but I don't think he minds they are filled with air. Aunt Pat is coming to visit us this weekend and that's an even better reason to celebrate!&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/7177395325904819984-4030230226252610146?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/4030230226252610146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=4030230226252610146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4030230226252610146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/4030230226252610146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-hundred.html' title='Two Hundred'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9e1jEst6I/AAAAAAAAArc/3BKsa2O3m-8/s72-c/20080718-IMG_4784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-9097592221794810904</id><published>2008-07-17T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:09:59.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9Zr_4Yh_I/AAAAAAAAArU/egrrHrEsoVo/s1600-h/20080717-IMG_4752-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9Zr_4Yh_I/AAAAAAAAArU/egrrHrEsoVo/s400/20080717-IMG_4752-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228496304817604594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dream, Baby, Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;199/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, this isn't my usual style, but I wanted to play with an idea I had. I belong to a group on Flickr which offers knowledge, inspiration and ideas. They sometimes have contests with prizes being donated by other members. This contest theme was make believe. I brainstormed the idea and then it came to me that I should have Chelsea dress in my wedding dress and pearls. While I didn't win the contest, I did place 2nd and now have this photograph to print and give to Chelsea on the day she gets married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-9097592221794810904?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/9097592221794810904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=9097592221794810904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9097592221794810904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9097592221794810904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-nine.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Nine'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9Zr_4Yh_I/AAAAAAAAArU/egrrHrEsoVo/s72-c/20080717-IMG_4752-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8699572517975059843</id><published>2008-07-16T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:49:53.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9XbAuUt9I/AAAAAAAAArM/c8ycNYgGXms/s1600-h/20080716-IMG_4741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9XbAuUt9I/AAAAAAAAArM/c8ycNYgGXms/s400/20080716-IMG_4741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228493813962815442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottoms Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;198/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli was so tired out from our busy day he fell asleep on the living room floor. I didn't think of taking a photo of him until he squirmed in his sleep and positioned himself like this. He must have been sleeping on his hand because you can see the imprint of his fingers on his thigh. Look at his dirty little feet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-8699572517975059843?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8699572517975059843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8699572517975059843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8699572517975059843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8699572517975059843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-eight.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Eight'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9XbAuUt9I/AAAAAAAAArM/c8ycNYgGXms/s72-c/20080716-IMG_4741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8259579398339259583</id><published>2008-07-15T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:40:35.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9VVgySjzI/AAAAAAAAArE/h_PgRI2FC5A/s1600-h/20080715-IMG_4713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9VVgySjzI/AAAAAAAAArE/h_PgRI2FC5A/s400/20080715-IMG_4713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491520466915122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;197/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex is five! We had another party for him tonight with neighborhood friends and some family. Happy birthday, Alex. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-8259579398339259583?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8259579398339259583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8259579398339259583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8259579398339259583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8259579398339259583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-seven.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Seven'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9VVgySjzI/AAAAAAAAArE/h_PgRI2FC5A/s72-c/20080715-IMG_4713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-8522638376780384483</id><published>2008-07-14T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:28:55.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9R12YAADI/AAAAAAAAAq0/i2z373KMy6c/s1600-h/20080714-IMG_4684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9R12YAADI/AAAAAAAAAq0/i2z373KMy6c/s400/20080714-IMG_4684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487677971529778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nearly Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;196/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent some one on one time with Alex tonight. Being the middle child, he rarely gets this kind of attention. I let him stay up later than the others and we hung out on the porch talking and laughing. I asked him if I could take a couple photos of him while he was still four, because after all, tomorrow he will be five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9R2XV3bvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/npVLA7S3WCE/s1600-h/20080714-IMG_4679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9R2XV3bvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/npVLA7S3WCE/s400/20080714-IMG_4679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487686820949746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo simply makes me smile. We were just saying silly things back and forth and he started bringing bodily functions into the conversation (must be a boy thing). He was laughing so hard, he tried to hide it, but there's no hiding a smile like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-8522638376780384483?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/8522638376780384483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=8522638376780384483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8522638376780384483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/8522638376780384483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-six.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Six'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9R12YAADI/AAAAAAAAAq0/i2z373KMy6c/s72-c/20080714-IMG_4684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-9028424292710301383</id><published>2008-07-13T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:06:48.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9Mv7RfsWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HqWm7Ga-zdQ/s1600-h/20080713-IMG_4619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9Mv7RfsWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HqWm7Ga-zdQ/s400/20080713-IMG_4619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228482078649069922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candle Blowin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little guy is turning five already! His birthday is still two days away, but we had a small family party for him while my brother and his family were still in town. He's eager for all the milestones that happen to five year olds: starting kindergarden, losing his first tooth and gaining more independence. I, on the other hand, am not ready for all these big steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-9028424292710301383?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/9028424292710301383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=9028424292710301383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9028424292710301383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/9028424292710301383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-five.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Five'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI9Mv7RfsWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HqWm7Ga-zdQ/s72-c/20080713-IMG_4619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-7519343724415374873</id><published>2008-07-12T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:43:19.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8PlVg9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mDJke1OsQoI/s1600-h/20080712-IMG_4594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8PlVg9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mDJke1OsQoI/s400/20080712-IMG_4594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228414826505398050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;194/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While visiting from Kentucky, my niece wanted me to take her picture too. I took her out and we played in the backyard. She enjoyed being in front of the camera more than anybody I've ever known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-7519343724415374873?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/7519343724415374873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=7519343724415374873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7519343724415374873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/7519343724415374873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-four.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Four'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8PlVg9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mDJke1OsQoI/s72-c/20080712-IMG_4594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-1135013440646841181</id><published>2008-07-11T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:34:27.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8M0EiqQQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/f1qqev_TamA/s1600-h/20080711-IMG_4557-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8M0EiqQQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/f1qqev_TamA/s400/20080711-IMG_4557-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228411781112283394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;193/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother visited from out of state for a long weekend. His little boy was shy at first. It doesn't help we only see him a few times a year. It was a great weekend! Thanks for making the trip up, Kevin. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8M0P-COzI/AAAAAAAAAqU/n-GNcVpvG1Q/s1600-h/20080711-IMG_4580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8M0P-COzI/AAAAAAAAAqU/n-GNcVpvG1Q/s400/20080711-IMG_4580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228411784179890994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SANDwich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kameron loved the water and sand. What kid doesn't?&lt;/div&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/7177395325904819984-1135013440646841181?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/1135013440646841181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=1135013440646841181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1135013440646841181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/1135013440646841181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-three.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Three'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8M0EiqQQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/f1qqev_TamA/s72-c/20080711-IMG_4557-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-2982272970390198455</id><published>2008-07-10T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:23:55.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8KXsfQpiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZBFq0rKgoaI/s1600-h/20080710-IMG_4548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8KXsfQpiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZBFq0rKgoaI/s400/20080710-IMG_4548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228409094595978786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;192/366&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF my kids are well behaved and eat at the dinner table, we let them indulge in dessert. Alex often just makes the cut to be able to receive a special treat. This summer they pick ice cream the majority of the time; a good choice for warm evenings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-2982272970390198455?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/2982272970390198455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=2982272970390198455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2982272970390198455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/2982272970390198455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-two.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-Two'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8KXsfQpiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZBFq0rKgoaI/s72-c/20080710-IMG_4548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177395325904819984.post-320728116225779008</id><published>2008-07-09T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:59:15.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Ninety-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DHgP7MEI/AAAAAAAAApc/6rFBBS04jAQ/s1600-h/20080709-IMG_4499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DHgP7MEI/AAAAAAAAApc/6rFBBS04jAQ/s400/20080709-IMG_4499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401119851130946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fair Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;191/366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I took our kids to the local fair today. I think the girls enjoyed it most because they were both finally tall enough to go on ALL the rides. I am not a fan of these traveling rides, however I give into pressure easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DH8cA_lI/AAAAAAAAApk/s6OCMu6M-Wo/s1600-h/20080709-IMG_4509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DH8cA_lI/AAAAAAAAApk/s6OCMu6M-Wo/s400/20080709-IMG_4509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401127418035794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Paratroopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the girls most favorite ride. They must have gone on this a dozen times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DH6KkzAI/AAAAAAAAAps/lCHEkFx7Op8/s1600-h/20080709-IMG_4487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DH6KkzAI/AAAAAAAAAps/lCHEkFx7Op8/s400/20080709-IMG_4487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401126808013826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shot was near the end of a long day. All the kids 4+ chilled on the ferris wheel. They all look less than enthused here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DIHmetrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dVgEqa7Nm3I/s1600-h/20080709-IMG_4501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DIHmetrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dVgEqa7Nm3I/s400/20080709-IMG_4501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401130414716594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I had a shot of all the other kids, I felt I also need to include one of the baby boys. Carter and Eli spent a great deal of time in the jumping structure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177395325904819984-320728116225779008?l=sarahmartins3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/feeds/320728116225779008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177395325904819984&amp;postID=320728116225779008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/320728116225779008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177395325904819984/posts/default/320728116225779008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmartins3.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hundred-ninety-one.html' title='One Hundred Ninety-One'/><author><name>Sarah @ S3 Artistic Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027653026015755644</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/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SVjpRPaR0iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7C6PqxRTQd8/s1600-R/2327298351_a86987496f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2fJw4SioYTQ/SI8DHgP7MEI/AAAAAAAAApc/6rFBBS04jAQ/s72-c/20080709-IMG_4499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
