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I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

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When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

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Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

Weekly Coffee

Who’s Got Time For Coffee?

Are you seeing a trend here…what with the “busy” theme of my posts lately? In any case, I haven’t had a lot of time to continue exploring coffee shops around the city, but over the summer, I was commissioned to do the food photography for a diet book. Sort of an “Eat This, Not That” kind of book. And FYI, (you probably already knew this) coffee is a much better alternative than a latte. So much so that it’s kind of ridiculous. Though, latte’s are a delicious, delicious splurge.

Whos Got Time For Coffee?

Whos Got Time For Coffee?

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Busy, Busy, Busy

Busy, busy, busy…but that’s no excuse for the lack of posting I’ve been doing lately! I have photos from this past summer that I’ve been wanting to post, but just haven’t gotten to! So…here’s a smattering of what my summer consisted of!

The ever adorable Ryker (Isn’t that a badass name?? I love it!) -

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The stunning & pregnant Sherri (whose daughter is named London…also an awesome name) -

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The ridiculously handsome & hilarious AJ (sidebar: AJ was my senior prom date in high school ;0)

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The happiest baby I’ve ever met, Ellie - (poor thing was sick, but you’d never know from the photos!)

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My niece in her ECU cheerleader uniform & at her birthday party (by far, she is the hardest baby I’ve ever photographed) -

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The beautiful & glamorous Kesha (she’s having twins and was on modified bedrest during this shoot!) -

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And believe it or not…these are only a fraction of what kept me busy this summer! Hopefully, I’ll have post more photos from each session soon.

Risky Business

I am a competitive person. I hate losing. I know what you’re thinking—Duh, Colleen. No one likes to lose. But no—I HATE losing. As in, I take losing the most simple games very personally. Losing in Scrabble? I must be an idiot who didn’t pay enough attention in 3rd Grade Vocabulary. Losing in Pictionary…did I NOT go to art school? I’m clearly not creative enough. But the worst game in the world to lose to—is Risk.

Here is a game that is designed to turn the players against each other. Sean and I have played a couple of times in the past, but it usually results in a huge fight. We hadn’t played the game in over a year—that is, until last week.

I decided to give Risk another try. Sean plays constantly on his computer, so being a good friend, I thought that for once, I’d give him an epic battle for control over the world.

The game started off well. No arguing, no fighting…no one flinging the board across the room. He gained control of Australia almost immediately, and I managed to hold South America. He moved on to Asia while I tried to keep Africa and attempting to gain more countries in North America. Things were even and although we were conquering each other, trying to keep one another from gaining and keeping a second continent, nothing was being done out of spite. That is, until Sean turned in his first set of 3 cards and got extra armies. I had just gained Africa and built up my men along the boarders. I thought for sure I was secure enough that I’d at least be able to thin out his armies if he came after me.

Only, that’s the thing about this game—just when you think you’re going to rule the Western Hemisphere, the dice have other things in mind. I must have rolled a “1” 12 times in a row. WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT? So, I lost Africa, along with 12 of my men. I exhaled. It was ok…soon, I’d be turning in my own cards and I’d build up these armies again.

Only, Sean didn’t stop with taking my one continent away. He looked up into my eyes before grabbing those evil Red die and asked, “You’re not going to throw the board again, are you?”

I narrowed my eyes. “That depends on what you’re next move is.”

“I’m serious, Colleen.”

“So am I, Sean.”

He decided to move on into South America and take Brazil. BRAZIL! Not only did he take Africa, 3 extra armies from me, but he stole my continent that evened our scores—HE had Australia (2 men), I had South America (2 men). We were even, but he tipped the scales.

I sat there dumbfounded for a moment as he utilized his ‘tactical move’ and rearranged his men. After a few seconds, he said: “It’s your turn.”

In my head, I thought I’d be cool and collected. I imagined myself tipping my hat to Sean and saying, Well played, sir. Well, played. But instead, my reply was: “YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT, ASSHAT?”

“It’s a game, Colleen—it was a strategy. A tactical move within the game. Nothing personal.”

“Brazil, Sean! BRAZIL! And maybe you should have been considering your tactical moves within this RELATIONSHIP as opposed to this game. Ever think of that? This is the first time I’ve played in a year and you’ve gone and pissed me off!”

“But, Colleen, it’s just a ga–”

“BRAZIL!!!!!!”

My following turn, I managed to get 20 men and the turn after that, I got 45. I swept through Asia and Europe and didn’t care who of my men I lost. There was bloodshed. There was mayhem. And that’s the problem with this game—when you start to play emotionally and focus on revenge instead of taking control of the world, that’s when you know you’ve lost.

At about 2am, we were both exhausted from battle. Sean forfeited to me—even though he CLAIMS he could have won. He still forfeited. I win. He loses. I’m the ruler of the world—including BRAZIL.

Risky Business

Tricycle

For Adelynn’s birthday, my sister and Adam got her a tricycle. But not just any tricycle–my sister’s and my first tricycle from back when we were kids. Back then of course, it looked very different. It was red and didn’t have any tassles or anything. Bridget had our old tricycle completely restored and repainted so that she could give it to Adelynn. You must be thinking where could they possibly find a place to restore a tricycle in Ayden, NC? Well, they took it to a body shop…where a mechanic specialist (I don’t know the proper term) sanded out the rust, replaced the foot petals, replaced the tires, added tassles and restored the bell.  And apparently, the cost of all this made no sense to the man at the body shop. He mentioned to Adam as he picked up the tricycle, “You know–you can buy these things for like $50.” To which Adam said, “This has sentimental value to my wife.” “What about a sentimental value to the kid’s college fund?” At which point, he handed Adam the bill.

In any case, it turned out super cute and the mechanic did an amazing job. I’m sure Adelynn will be grateful that mom and dad didn’t buy a random tricycle from Wal-Mart. Look at that smile…

Tricycle

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass

I am seriously SO behind in posting my recent photoshoots. This session was actually taken back in JULY. What month is this? Oh yeah…it’s September. Anyway, these cuties are Nissi and Dori (I have no idea if I got their spelling right!) and they were two of the sweetest kids ever. Both so happy despite how hot it got. And we photographed in a park near DUMBO–otherwise known as Down Under The Manhattan Bridge Overpass. One of the greatest places ever to photograph!

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass