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    My name is Carina and I specialize in the balance of playfulness and poignancy to provide Northern Virginia, Maryland and DC families with soulful and honest images of their beloved family pets.

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    An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.

    ~ Martin Buber


I think every photographer or writer has a little wish that they will write the post or snap the photo that blazes through the internet like wildfire. We hope that it is beautiful or inspiring or  just *something* that affects people and gets them talking.

When I snapped this photo of Katie at an adoption adoption event, my wish was that it would help her find her forever home. Since then, this picture of Katie has peppered the media, the internet, store windows, bulletin boards and telephone poles.

Now, my only wish for this photo is that it helps brings Katie back home.

On Saturday evening, just moments after celebrating Katie’s adoption, she ran from her new home and has yet to return. There have been sightings, there have been people pounding the pavement searching for her and passing out flyers, there have been tracker dogs on and off her trail.

The picture makes me sad. I remember meeting her gentle gaze. Once the shutter clicks, that moment is preserved and it is always a part of you. I hope that somehow she is hearing everyone whisper as they look at her now, “Come home, Katie.”

(Katie was last seen in Chevy Chase, MD on the 24th of April. For more information on how you can help in the search for Katie, please visit Lab Rescue LRCP.)

UPDATE 4/26/2012: It with a heavy heart that I must share the news that we lost dear Katie. In spite of unprecedented efforts to get her home safely, Katie has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Please keep her, her foster and adoptive families and the team of Lab Rescue LRCP in your thoughts as we all come to grips with this sad ending. If anyone would like to make a donation memory of Katie, you may do so with this link:

RIP, sweet girl.

The Space Shuttle Victory Lap

I have to admit that not much will get me up at 5:00am. The list is usually limited to anything family related or a flight to a nice, sunny place. I rarely do anything for myself at 5:00am. But Tuesday was different. The whole country – if not a large part of the world – had their eye on the Space Shuttle. After almost 3 decades in service, the Discovery was coming to home to enjoy retirement. To be admired. To be gazed at and marveled over. To inspire.

For days I contemplated whether or not to brave the crowds and the traffic and the potential parking nightmare so that I could see the Discovery carried home on the back of a NASA-modified Boeing 747. Surely I could watch this from the comfort of my cozy little couch, far from the commotion. But also far from the celebration. So on Monday I picked up a lens that would practically allow me a peek into the cockpit, packed up my memory cards, batteries, a bottle of water and decided that the Udvar-Hazy Center was the place to be on Tuesday.

I arrived there at 6:00am. Without a car. I was dropped off on the crowded road and walked past several hundred cars to the entrance. I soaked up the sight, felt the excitement start to build, sipped some hot tea while I watched the media pick their perfect viewing location. I found a quiet place in the grass and settled in for the couple of hours we still had to wait. At 9:25am the crowd started to buzz. “20 more minutes!” then “5 more minutes!” Hundreds of cameras were pointed at the horizon. There was near silence. And there it was. 2 bright lights heading in our direction. The sound of helicopters and jets. Closer and closer until the crowd held it’s collective breath in awe. The rumble of the 747 was only matched by the sheer volume of the shutter clicks from hundreds of cameras popping at once.

She flew over us tall and proud and the crowd roared in appreciation as she descended out of sight. It was magical.

Welcome home, Discovery.

If you experienced the arrival of Discovery, please share your story – I’d love to hear it!

The Power of Paper

The other day I had a few hours to go through a recently acquired treasure. My grandparent’s photo album.

Let me preface this by saying that I have recently started offering digital images to my clients. Digital is hugely popular. We love being able to share by emailing, posting and blogging. But I have to admit that digital images are my least favorite offering.

Why? Because I still believe in the power of paper. I still have a need to hold it in my hands, to see it wrapped in the perfect frame and hanging proudly in the perfect place. To read the little notes on the back.

I have a shoebox from my grandparent’s closet that is filled with images and memories dating back to their first years together. I started scanning the images to make sure I could never, ever lose them and it hit me. These photos are 76 years old. Seventy six!

Now, I lived in Costa Rica from 1999-2001 and shot a lot of photos during my time there. A mere 10+ years ago. Where are they? They are likely lost forever because they are “backed up” to floppy discs and zip discs. Do you remember those? Technology moves too fast to count on it as a reliable keeper of things so important. But paper? Prints? They can be hung and framed and carried and moved. They can travel with us through new homes and changes in technology and crashed hard drives. They can be passed down to your grandchildren so they can see how important that moment was to you. While I was scanning, I realized that it wasn’t just the images that made the album so meaningful for me. It was the way they were thoughtfully arranged in the album. It was the careful notes and dates that Pop-pop wrote next to them. It was the whimsical little drawings that he added to let us know what the event meant to them.

Commit them to paper. Have them printed by me or by your favorite lab but have them printed. I promise you won’t regret it.


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