I have always been told, I’ve lived a sheltered life. All because by the age of 18 I had never to gone to the principal’s office for being in trouble (okay maybe once, but not really), I hadn’t mastered the art of swimming, hadn’t learned to rollerskate or rollerblade (not really anyway…at least not without falling on my bum. really. hard.), had never been outside of the United States, or gone to Medieval Times, and the big kicker….I had never seen falling snow.
Sure, you say…”You live in California, that’s quite common!” Okay…well, how bout this… by the age of 18…I had never even been in the presence of snow. I had always had this longing to see it. Despite my mother’s insistent arguments that I indeed had already been to the snow…I just didn’t remember. Sure mom…did you recall, that you have 3…count them…three…. other children. I’m pretty sure you’ve mixed us up in the childhood stories, as always. Yeah…and my name is Erin, mom…not Lerin. “Oh, but you must’ve been too young to remember…” Nope…I looked through all the photo albums, mom. There’s isn’t even any faint whisper of a photo from a snow trip.
The summer after my 18th birthday, I finally visited the snow. It was just a short day trip, but it was amazing. I giggled my heart’s delight all the way down the slippery slopey snow in a sort of saucer like plastic thing (heck, I don’t know…it was the first time I had seen one). I guess it’s what you people call…a sled? Sure. Why not.
So…now…falling snow. It must be the much coveted experience by Californians. I know it is for me. When I talk about it to people…sometimes I hear…”Snow! I hate snow! Try having to shovel loads and loads of it out of the driveway just to get to school or work in the morning…try living in it when the chill factor is beyond bearable and no matter how many layers you have on, you feel as if your boogers have already frozen up inside your nostrils.” Ew…yes I said it. Boogers. Ala dumb and dumber style.
Oh, yes…I’m aware. But, I’m not saying I want to live in the snow. I just want to SEE falling snow. In my head, I have this idea that when it happens…it will be this gloriously magical moment. A moment where I will tilt my head back with my face up ward to the sky, long flowing hair in the cold wind (maybe wave it around glamor shot style), and spiral myself in a tornado with my arms out wide in excitement. Soft, flaky, almost like pixie dust (who doesn’t like pixie dust) when I brush it off of everything. Then, there’s the snow angels…I mean…who can forget those? Oh! and snowball fights! Well, suffice it to say that if I get anywhere near snow and expect it, I will have my trusty camera by my side, to capture that magical moment.
Alright…if after all of that, the only thing you zeroed in on was the fact that I can’t swim…you just wait and see. Why?! You may ask. Well, that’s a whole pandora’s box of goodies I’ll save for another time.
I was driving very early in the morning on my way to Vegas for WPPI, and I was taken back by the breathtaking view of the mountains. It had rained the night before, which made for an amazingingly clear sky of the horizon ahead of me. I kept telling myself that I should take a picture of it, but that’s always the thing that makes me late…”Oh sorry, I’m late…the sunset was just so purdy…” Finally, as I drove along the 15, I got the closest I probably could in that situation, and decided to pull over on the shoulder. I got out my camera nervously as the cars whizzed by me at enormous rates. I bit my lip, when my car fettered from side to side with vibrations from the speed of the freeway.
I love how you can tell where the altitude is no longer fitting for snow to form…the line where the snow stops.
Snowday.

A lot has changed since I was 18…I should hope so right? I can tell ya’ll about it later though. But, for sure I haven’t seen falling snow yet.
I can always count on Jedi to give me a warm welcome when I get home. She delightfully wags her tail and barks/squeals with excitement at my arrival and there’s nothing quite like it. I mean, yes, she’s pretty much just buttering me up so that I’ll scratch her tummy…but that’s beside the point. Her affection is so sweet…so, who cares if she’s using me to get some tummy action.
Jedi usually has quite the shaggy fashionable look, but since spring and summer are approaching, I thought she’d be much more comfortable with a new do. Short is the new trend ya know? In doggy fashion world that is. I mean…come on, get with the program everyone. It’s all the rave. Unfortunately, her poncho (courtesy of my brother, Matt) doesn’t quite seem to fit her. Maybe Matt just wanted to humiliate you Jedi….and make you feel fatter than you really are. Or maybe you just put on a few pounds. It’s okay, I still love you.
But, I think you should tell Matt the next chance you get….to maybe pick up a little sexy, ultra fab number for you (you know for all that late night clubbing). Although, this will go great for Cinco de Mayo!
I miss her fuzzy chag of a coat. I’m sure it’ll be back soon. Then, it’ll probably get on my nerves again when it becomes unmanageable and I will have it chopped off…
Sorry, Jedi….it’s just the inevitable cycle

Okay, so I already had a post ready to show you all the other photos from the baby shower. The fun and games portion. But, then…I came across a photo that I just LOVED…but knew that I would love it even more if I could get creative with it. I haven’t done this in forever. Right after I took the picture I knew that it was going to be special, I just didn’t know to what degree. It was in the beauty of Stephanie and the candid moment. I love taking photos of people when they’re not looking.
So, let’s back track a little bit. Before I settled on photography, I was all wrapped up in art…every kind of art you could think of. I wanted it ALL. To do it ALL. I started out in a more design area. Graphic Design, magazine layouts…I was always creating things. Once my brother, Matt showed me how to use masks, I took it and ran! . I mixed my love for photography with design, lettering…and I would create these layered art forms. I call them art forms because well, I don’t see them as photography. Not that either is better than the other…just that I recognize them as different systems. Back in the day, I was somewhat of a photoshop queen (I used “Photo Deluxe” before I had ever heard of photoshop)…I mastered it early because I had always had images, designs, colors and everything in my head. All I had to do was make it come alive. So, I punched out composite after composite of sometimes 10-15+ images/text, you name it into one photoshop canvas. It was amazingly fun and I would get so caught up in it. After I discovered my next love of painting…I realized that I had soooo many saved up and created that WHY not PAINT them? I had an extreme fascination with color and flowers. Every color. Every flower. I also had a fixation in creating movement in my paintings with these elements. Which you can notice if you see some of my oldpaintings/ink drawings.

Anyway…as I progressed in my artistic journey (just as any artist goes through phases), I began to recognize that mesing with photoshop using photographic images and graphic elements wasn’t quite the same as straight up “out of the can” photography. Photography is an art form in itself. Getting the lighting, focal length, sharpness, drama took time to perfect. So, I continued down that road. I wanted to master that to strengthen my creativity and quality of images. Then, becoming a photojournalist spiraled me down another hole toward capturing real moments, and that was a trick to master as well. I kept telling myself to stay true to keeping the photography real. But, I have two sides battling each other. I love to paint. Painting is the opposite of photography to me. It’s working backwards…or vice versa depending on how you look at things. You start with a blank canvas and just go to work. The image isn’t always there in your head instantaneously. It’s certainly takes me more time to do studies, mess with mediums, play with colors, brushes and the whole nine yards. I don’t ever have time to sit and paint. I’ve got tons of ideas stored up to paint (most of which stem from the images I photograph..usually a complete layered composite). I guess I just never make the time. Maybe that’s the real heart of it. Sometimes I feel more overwhelmed with the ideas I have stored up, that instead of making them tangible, I just don’t do anything, Kind of like when you get super busy coming and going, your room gets messier, and then when it’s finally hit the limit and you have to clean….you just don’t know where to start. I’m also super focused on my business as well, so that takes some time out of the game. But, in this instance of editing photos I rolled with the punches. I got out of my set schedule of things…and welcomed the thought of being side tracked. The flowers, the color, the pretty image of Stephanie, the idea of a newborn baby and the beauty in carrying that life within…I just went with it. I plan on painting it. I hope it just doesn’t get lost in the list of painting ideas, so I’m going to aim to make it a priority. I usually don’t show my painting ideas, but maybe this time it will keep me accountable…so that I actually set out to paint it. I think I would appreciate it so much more if I painted it. Really, the challenge is making time.
I saw it from a mile away. I hadn’t been nourishing the artistic side in me enough. It’s time to change it up a little.
And because I couldn’t choose between the two, maybe you all can tell me which one is your favorite



This is an old painting from college. There’s actually two more small square canvases but then wouldn’t fit in the picture. Oil & Acrylic on Canvas. This was during my deep red and warm tones color phase.
I don’t like looking at old artwork, but I thought I’d share.


Alright everyone…there’s no hiding that it will be my very first WPPI experience this March. It’s fast approaching my time to drive into Las Vegas for WPPI 2010. I posted on the Pictage forums to get some advice as to what expect. And, Pictage certainly delivered some answers! (Part of the reason why I love them so much!)
So, here are my questions featured on the Pictage Blog, that Skip Cohen was so gracious enough to answer for me and all the other WPPI newbie attendees! Thank Skip!
I’m pretty sure I’m going to be like a little kid in a candy store…who has a habit of getting way too many cavities..
Leave a comment, if you read something you like!

No more teasing…here they are! The photos from my photoshoot at Pacific Palms. I had an idea in mind to do a wedding portrait photoshoot with an editorial-magazine edge. I asked a couple of my friends to model for me, and they rocked it!! I mean could they be any more gorgeous? I don’t think so. Separately you two are adorable, and putting you two side by side… the camera becomes mesmerized. So much thanks to Jennifer, James, and Irises Designs for contributing! (+ a huge *thumbs up* to my prom dress–hey I’m resourceful, what can I say?)
I had such a hard time choosing my favorites. We started out more editorial, but towards the end, I couldn’t help but capture more of the candid moments (because they are some of my favorites). I’m a high energy type of person, so sometimes my weirdness brings a unique element to the table…and helps get some good reactions from people. Laughter is such an awesome thing and to capture laughter is a favorite of mine. So, of course, I had to include some of those just to show the more carefree side of the day.
To see more, just check out the gallery at the bottom! Press ‘FS’ to see them at the larger size and ‘SL’ to have them automatically rotate through the slideshow
Ciao bellas!



Mr. Dolce & Gabana himself! You're a handsome one James!
- Jennifer is just as stunning up close as she is from afar!

I don't care what anyone says...James, you have one of the cutest smiles/laughs ever!! It's genuine!
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It’s wise to have a good ebb and flow when it comes to your life. Moments of extreme busy-ness (that’s not even a world, I hope you get the point lol) should be counter with moments of calmness. Otherwise, too much of either one of those things may drive you mad.
Had a crazy time in WPPI for sure!
Glad I finally got to meet you!