<?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-4335656397634469635</id><updated>2011-10-03T03:45:14.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabel March Photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7476073854927538535</id><published>2008-08-10T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:49:39.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Internet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new home....well, not we as in "me and the family," rather we as in this blog. You can now check us out at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isabelmarchphotography.com/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;isabelmarchphotography.com/blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to update your links! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you over there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7476073854927538535?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7476073854927538535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7476073854927538535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7476073854927538535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7476073854927538535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7226281728436475471</id><published>2008-08-06T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:00:42.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris:Class of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ran around a yard that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; rivaled the 1000 Acre Woods well into the evening when saw the first of fire&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flies&lt;/span&gt; flickering nearby. Chris is an amazing young man...totally after my own heart with his love of all things Godfather and Batman. We spent the early evening chatting about all kinds of movies and his plans for tech school after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents are equally sweet and engaging. Ollie, the cat, what can I say about him. He's beautiful and if I wasn't allergic to cats I totally would have tried to snag him home with me. I particularly loved how he hammed it up for the camera as if to say, "look at me!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite the craziness that it wedding season, I totally love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chillax&lt;/span&gt; with amazing families...watching their interaction with each other, capturing the emotions that run between them. These guys were awesome and it was my absolute pleasure to work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, all the best your senior year and the years following in tech school. I know that you'll succeed and look forward to hearing great things about you! Paul and Jackie...thank you for sharing your evening with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my favorites from your session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnJJtj9LQI/AAAAAAAAHEw/kpOngrFQsR4/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231433610853952770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnJJtj9LQI/AAAAAAAAHEw/kpOngrFQsR4/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnJJwVPuGI/AAAAAAAAHE4/nWW49bg2U_4/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231433611597559906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnJJwVPuGI/AAAAAAAAHE4/nWW49bg2U_4/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHovbDjWI/AAAAAAAAHEI/h0ziwm8Gw-c/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431944906181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHovbDjWI/AAAAAAAAHEI/h0ziwm8Gw-c/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHo_Lqu0I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/XeXkPk6PnJw/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431949136608066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHo_Lqu0I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/XeXkPk6PnJw/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHo4GK2GI/AAAAAAAAHEY/A_W7rVluTgY/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431947234498658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHo4GK2GI/AAAAAAAAHEY/A_W7rVluTgY/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHoxV8FYI/AAAAAAAAHEg/iQ7a7bS8hVc/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431945421591938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHoxV8FYI/AAAAAAAAHEg/iQ7a7bS8hVc/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHo6d9dRI/AAAAAAAAHEo/XY9X9kHl5nE/s1600-h/Tuckhorn+Family+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431947871155474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnHo6d9dRI/AAAAAAAAHEo/XY9X9kHl5nE/s400/Tuckhorn+Family+54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7226281728436475471?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7226281728436475471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7226281728436475471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7226281728436475471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7226281728436475471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/chrisclass-of-2009.html' title='Chris:Class of 2009'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJnJJtj9LQI/AAAAAAAAHEw/kpOngrFQsR4/s72-c/Tuckhorn+Family+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3245917800647406308</id><published>2008-08-05T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:38:56.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bubbles</title><content type='html'>Summer is notorious for just hanging outside. Our door ends up being a revolving door with kids constantly coming in and going out. One of our favorite outdoor activities is bubbles. Because really, who doesn't love soap, water and oxygen mixed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's never really gotten the hang of it...til now. He's always been impatient in working the wand magic...til now. And I never really sat out there with him to walk him through it...til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJTmh73uI/AAAAAAAAHFo/EMOjiZ6C-88/s1600-h/my+bubbles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574518253477602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJTmh73uI/AAAAAAAAHFo/EMOjiZ6C-88/s400/my+bubbles3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJMWjbiKI/AAAAAAAAHFg/uzJ0tfmNMbw/s1600-h/mybubbles+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574393705695394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJMWjbiKI/AAAAAAAAHFg/uzJ0tfmNMbw/s400/mybubbles+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJLX1sJ3I/AAAAAAAAHFA/Z34b2QIme2g/s1600-h/bubbles+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574376870848370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJLX1sJ3I/AAAAAAAAHFA/Z34b2QIme2g/s400/bubbles+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJLjiSyUI/AAAAAAAAHFI/mcW3T_P5fkk/s1600-h/bubbles+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574380010719554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJLjiSyUI/AAAAAAAAHFI/mcW3T_P5fkk/s400/bubbles+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJL7u9o8I/AAAAAAAAHFQ/qpVlf6jCFX8/s1600-h/bubbles+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574386506310594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJL7u9o8I/AAAAAAAAHFQ/qpVlf6jCFX8/s400/bubbles+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJMGGpwII/AAAAAAAAHFY/JMyB6tSTBU4/s1600-h/bubbles+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574389290025090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJMGGpwII/AAAAAAAAHFY/JMyB6tSTBU4/s400/bubbles+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But then, when it was time to go back inside...I got this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJTzZtTII/AAAAAAAAHFw/uZbcq_rCkKc/s1600-h/mybubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231574521708629122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJTzZtTII/AAAAAAAAHFw/uZbcq_rCkKc/s400/mybubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3245917800647406308?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3245917800647406308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3245917800647406308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3245917800647406308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3245917800647406308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-bubbles.html' title='My Bubbles'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJpJTmh73uI/AAAAAAAAHFo/EMOjiZ6C-88/s72-c/my+bubbles3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4309705671055353213</id><published>2008-07-31T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:37.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking a good game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are times, as parents, where we have to fake emotions in situations in order to teach our children to not live by our fears and prejudices. A couple of weeks ago was the perfect instance in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate the dentist. He is not my friend. I would rather go through labor and delivery than visit the dentist. It's that simple. I cringe when I have to go. They have to drug me in order to relax. I just don't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...for Nico...the dentist is my best friend and he has all these good gadgets, like Batman, and he has a rocket chair AND...you get a present at the end! So, I bit my tounge at all my dental transgressions and walked the block and half, child and camera in hand, to the dentist for Nico's first visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved it and I cheered him on every step of the way.  He has healthy teeth (probably due to the fact that he's the only kid on the planet that does not eat anything sugary), even has an extra tooth, no cavities, and does a great job brushing!  The dentist praised him...and us...on a job well done.  Ever since then...every 2 minutes we're off to brush our teeth with our new toothbrush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long this phase will last!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJez6VXVvI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/quzmuAaAiaA/s1600-h/dentist+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229346363255772914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJez6VXVvI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/quzmuAaAiaA/s400/dentist+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0DuLwdI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/nl_NjfTqow0/s1600-h/dentist+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229346365775790546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0DuLwdI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/nl_NjfTqow0/s400/dentist+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0VfHmCI/AAAAAAAAG0g/HKVQMysnPQM/s1600-h/dentist+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229346370544441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0VfHmCI/AAAAAAAAG0g/HKVQMysnPQM/s400/dentist+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0QjYeoI/AAAAAAAAG0o/jcJqLbB_e-c/s1600-h/dentist+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229346369220147842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0QjYeoI/AAAAAAAAG0o/jcJqLbB_e-c/s400/dentist+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0t1aqxI/AAAAAAAAG0w/o3QarbYKXn0/s1600-h/dentist+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229346377080417042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJe0t1aqxI/AAAAAAAAG0w/o3QarbYKXn0/s400/dentist+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4335656397634469635-4309705671055353213?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4309705671055353213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4309705671055353213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4309705671055353213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4309705671055353213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-good-game.html' title='Talking a good game'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJJez6VXVvI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/quzmuAaAiaA/s72-c/dentist+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4026906728601960931</id><published>2008-07-30T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:37.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm...cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJD9BdFlRAI/AAAAAAAAG0I/oPp2dB3l7Hs/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228957368806884354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJD9BdFlRAI/AAAAAAAAG0I/oPp2dB3l7Hs/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite the craziness that is wedding season, it's exhileration, exhaustion and happiness rolled into one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it...and I love wedding cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4026906728601960931?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4026906728601960931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4026906728601960931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4026906728601960931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4026906728601960931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/ummmcake.html' title='ummm...cake!'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SJD9BdFlRAI/AAAAAAAAG0I/oPp2dB3l7Hs/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4154442636402384898</id><published>2008-07-18T11:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:39.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooo.....ahhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I nearly trampled the UPS lady when she arrived at my doorstep this morning. I knew what she was carrying and I couldn't wait to open it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10x10 of suede yummy goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am no product photographer, I just had to share it some images of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379588215205634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5jjdebwI/AAAAAAAAGzA/czYrc9OenIQ/s400/ac8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379589546346050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5joa2BkI/AAAAAAAAGzI/a4c58E8UnEs/s400/ac7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379594527480594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5j6-cGxI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/c4j46EhwvXo/s400/ac9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379597294339970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5kFSHB4I/AAAAAAAAGzY/gCvaDBSSQ2M/s400/ac1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379600388213682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5kQzvy7I/AAAAAAAAGzg/P8zFkVxWxu0/s400/ac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379780848788978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5uxE5pfI/AAAAAAAAGzo/QECKiLOqbg4/s400/ac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379786386899874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5vFtSg6I/AAAAAAAAGzw/K0CofmZKdkc/s400/ac4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379789719942482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5vSH8tVI/AAAAAAAAGz4/xPxja2iPwS4/s400/ac5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379794781792210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5vk-yZ9I/AAAAAAAAG0A/rdeM_4iPNZo/s400/ac6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4154442636402384898?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4154442636402384898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4154442636402384898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4154442636402384898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4154442636402384898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/ooooooahhhhh.html' title='Oooooo.....ahhhhh....'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SIC5jjdebwI/AAAAAAAAGzA/czYrc9OenIQ/s72-c/ac8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4509281183103986240</id><published>2008-07-12T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:39.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Peeky</title><content type='html'>Hello Internet...and my poor neglected blog...   sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could come up with a million reasons as to why I've negelected you...but the most valid one would be that I've been amazingly, insanely, busy.  It's been non-stop for the past month and today I've decided that it's going to be a day for house cleaning, grocery shopping and blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a sneaky peeky into my life the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SHjbMa1MKnI/AAAAAAAAGyA/E-RQyMSEisM/s1600-h/em+and+robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222164774343420530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SHjbMa1MKnI/AAAAAAAAGyA/E-RQyMSEisM/s400/em+and+robert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Be back soon with totally cool stories and pictures to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4509281183103986240?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4509281183103986240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4509281183103986240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4509281183103986240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4509281183103986240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/sneaky-peeky.html' title='Sneaky Peeky'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SHjbMa1MKnI/AAAAAAAAGyA/E-RQyMSEisM/s72-c/em+and+robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5222674774228365939</id><published>2008-06-30T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:42.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back when cars were cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of our favorite things to do together is checking out car shows. Each of us for our own particular reasons...Me, for the photography aspect of it, Nico because it has cool cars, Mike because he dreams of owning one and Sydney because she's going to be a race car driver one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week when Lansdale was hosting their yearly exposition, we were there and totally loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB3Y8vhDI/AAAAAAAAGms/yJW1oiOq6ks/s1600-h/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+119+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703694387086386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB3Y8vhDI/AAAAAAAAGms/yJW1oiOq6ks/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+119+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB3vMFPGI/AAAAAAAAGm0/t8laxcyuvRA/s1600-h/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+123+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703700357004386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB3vMFPGI/AAAAAAAAGm0/t8laxcyuvRA/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+123+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB4JEhkuI/AAAAAAAAGm8/NBmyve1Xe_k/s1600-h/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+124+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703707304628962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB4JEhkuI/AAAAAAAAGm8/NBmyve1Xe_k/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+124+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB4e6FMpI/AAAAAAAAGnE/maWDRquHNak/s1600-h/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+126+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703713166406290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB4e6FMpI/AAAAAAAAGnE/maWDRquHNak/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+126+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB4t57aSI/AAAAAAAAGnM/vdQUGXnHbgU/s1600-h/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+136+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703717192296738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB4t57aSI/AAAAAAAAGnM/vdQUGXnHbgU/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+136+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and because I wanted to produce something more vintage, I created these too...and love how they came out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704860646450178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkC7RmpJAI/AAAAAAAAGnU/dUJ6Zg1YOSY/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+119+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704866368009890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkC7m6xNqI/AAAAAAAAGnc/b7vBiuEXEK4/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+123+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704869815191458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkC7zwpB6I/AAAAAAAAGnk/xBbIoDtdasg/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+124+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704879208019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkC8WwENsI/AAAAAAAAGns/763-s1tI1bM/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+126+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704885478668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkC8uHGuQI/AAAAAAAAGn0/uvsB-H5vQ9k/s400/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+136+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5222674774228365939?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5222674774228365939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5222674774228365939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5222674774228365939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5222674774228365939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-when-cars-were-cars.html' title='Back when cars were cars'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGkB3Y8vhDI/AAAAAAAAGms/yJW1oiOq6ks/s72-c/Valley+Forge+and+Maria+119+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4036210068970525431</id><published>2008-06-25T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:42.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right...</title><content type='html'>here I am...stuck in the middle with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs and so appropriate as I stand between my two sisters and struck a cutie pose in Battery Park this past Friday with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215826295077770802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGJWYXhAljI/AAAAAAAAGl0/BZqimZpxV1A/s400/NYC_025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the last time the three of us were together was about 17 years ago.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4036210068970525431?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4036210068970525431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4036210068970525431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4036210068970525431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4036210068970525431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/clowns-to-left-of-me-jokers-to-right.html' title='Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGJWYXhAljI/AAAAAAAAGl0/BZqimZpxV1A/s72-c/NYC_025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-16965836550826281</id><published>2008-06-24T13:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:42.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's no secret that I love to capture the connection between families when I photograph them. It's so inspiring, so special and so reminiscent of my family growing up. Everytime I click the shutter on my camera I hope that I do their relationship justice and if the images make me smile when I get home and load them onto my computer, I know that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Photographing Louise and her children was nothing short of pure fun and enjoyable. Despite the heat, we had a great time. I was in stitches with the boys and found it totally cool that her daughter lived and worked on a horse ranch in Wyoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Louise, it was a pleasure meeting you, Joe, Mike and Jessica. I had a great time with you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorites from their session...and below is their slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215507602785560418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGE0iCNh52I/AAAAAAAAGhQ/S9dOXln6Jgg/s400/Forliano_Family_61.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215507337138901938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGE0Skmbk7I/AAAAAAAAGg4/oSgXd1-3PBQ/s400/Forliano_Family_48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215507337940868578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGE0SnloneI/AAAAAAAAGhA/RoAKdQl9P_Q/s400/Forliano_Family_50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215507343061194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGE0S6qamHI/AAAAAAAAGhI/hw-SHo8bqrU/s400/Forliano_Family_52_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5213545534620351553%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D0E712ZsTXSM"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-16965836550826281?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/16965836550826281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=16965836550826281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/16965836550826281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/16965836550826281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SGE0iCNh52I/AAAAAAAAGhQ/S9dOXln6Jgg/s72-c/Forliano_Family_61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4596984702929734052</id><published>2008-06-20T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:43.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Cowboy</title><content type='html'>I had heard of him and was itchin' to see him in person. As we walked down Time Square, there he was...surrounded and cute as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214715937132920306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SF5khB1gPfI/AAAAAAAAGgo/MqK40p-hh4o/s400/NYC+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Naked Cowboy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...with my niece, Maria, on her 17th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4596984702929734052?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4596984702929734052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4596984702929734052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4596984702929734052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4596984702929734052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/naked-cowboy.html' title='The Naked Cowboy'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SF5khB1gPfI/AAAAAAAAGgo/MqK40p-hh4o/s72-c/NYC+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-2057368156090917773</id><published>2008-06-19T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:43.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SF5K5kF7ElI/AAAAAAAAGgg/jsGeSrepweI/s1600-h/Jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214687771343131218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SF5K5kF7ElI/AAAAAAAAGgg/jsGeSrepweI/s400/Jazz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love seeing sights like this around my city. Totally cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-2057368156090917773?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2057368156090917773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=2057368156090917773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2057368156090917773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2057368156090917773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/philly.html' title='Philly'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SF5K5kF7ElI/AAAAAAAAGgg/jsGeSrepweI/s72-c/Jazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-9163671289573825493</id><published>2008-06-15T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:43.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SFWX5dyvsuI/AAAAAAAAGI4/_0lu_sWYUNk/s1600-h/papi+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212239157257024226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SFWX5dyvsuI/AAAAAAAAGI4/_0lu_sWYUNk/s400/papi+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's no doubt in my mind that these two jokers have the best dad around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to all the great dads out there in internet land! &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/4335656397634469635-9163671289573825493?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/9163671289573825493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=9163671289573825493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9163671289573825493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9163671289573825493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/dads-day.html' title='Dad&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SFWX5dyvsuI/AAAAAAAAGI4/_0lu_sWYUNk/s72-c/papi+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3483243941143225576</id><published>2008-06-12T09:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:43:23.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly and Lizzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've known Kelly before Lizzie was around.  But I knew that Kelly and her husband, John, had imagined and dreamt and loved Lizzie before they even held her in their arms for the first time.  The love that parents have for their children is indescribeable...and though I find myself unable to put words together to describe the love that Kelly has for her daughter, what I do find myself doing is smiling whenever I'm reminded of our session.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly wanted something special for her husband for Father's Day.  A gift that no department store would be able to carry...she wanted me to help her capture the connection between her and her daughter and create something amazing for John to love and smile over...something that would remind him of the love and appreciation that she has for John.  No pressure, right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is amazing.  She's sweet and loving and funny as all get out.  It was no surprise to know that she was totally in love with her daughter from the second the pregnancy test came back positive.  She glowed from that instance on.  Seeing her with Lizzie would bring a smile to anyone's face.  She dotes on her daughter the way that any parent would and shows a love for her that you can see in her eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the session even more special, Kelly and John are expecting a brand spankin' new little guy in the fall!  I am beyond excited for them and can't wait to meet sweet baby James. There is no doubt in my mind that Kelly and John's heart has already expanded to include their new baby and no doubt that Lizzie will be an amazing big sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I did justice to Kelly's vision of a gift for John and I hope that John gets a big, fat smile this Sunday as he see what amazing women love him unconditionally and wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5210799182767246145%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D0I3Dj_EECkc" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, Kel!  You and Lizzie are totally awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3483243941143225576?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3483243941143225576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3483243941143225576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3483243941143225576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3483243941143225576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/kelly-and-lizzie.html' title='Kelly and Lizzie'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-2679706387740798820</id><published>2008-06-11T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:44.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the kind of friend that just cools you off whenever you're at a boiling point. She's totally chill and relaxing. She's the kind of friend that everyone wants to have and that everyone loves. I visit her every chance I get. She's always up for something new. She's totally fun and I just can't think of a better friend to spend my summer days with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my friend, Rita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210979063771171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SFEd2XwUCsI/AAAAAAAAGEI/gimGM2OkwJk/s400/rita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And...have you tried the new peach flavor?! O.M.G.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-2679706387740798820?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2679706387740798820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=2679706387740798820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2679706387740798820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2679706387740798820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-friend-rita.html' title='My friend Rita'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SFEd2XwUCsI/AAAAAAAAGEI/gimGM2OkwJk/s72-c/rita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7471641524976085339</id><published>2008-06-09T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:44.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkin' hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SE3YMHgIKZI/AAAAAAAAF_g/HlEK2y6DsYY/s1600-h/stinkin+hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210058046621362578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SE3YMHgIKZI/AAAAAAAAF_g/HlEK2y6DsYY/s400/stinkin+hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know it's hot when your chocolate popsicle melts faster than your tounge can lick it.  He tried really hard, though, and when more of it was on his hands and face, as opposed to in his tummy he said, "mom, can I have a do over?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whopping 97 degrees here today.  Totally felt like Florida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7471641524976085339?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7471641524976085339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7471641524976085339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7471641524976085339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7471641524976085339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/stinkin-hot.html' title='Stinkin&apos; hot'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SE3YMHgIKZI/AAAAAAAAF_g/HlEK2y6DsYY/s72-c/stinkin+hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7010217968733510980</id><published>2008-06-08T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:39:06.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we enrolled Nicholas at St. Jude's this year we never imagined that he would have learned so much throughout the year. Two weeks into school and he was already writing his name as if he had been writing it for years! It has been awesome watching him come home each day having been excited about what he learned and eager to show us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His teachers were absolutely amazing. There has been no doubt in our minds that he loves them. His class was everything that we had wanted it to be and the experience with the entire school was great. It was a no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; that we were going to enroll him into kindergarten at St. Jude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week he graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K. They sang songs that they had learned throughout the year. The performed a little skit about their teacher -- which Nico, I might add, was the only child that spoke clearly and slowly. We had been practicing for weeks..."she tied my shoe, she fixed my hair and she helped me wipe my nose." The ceremony was totally cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to form, I snapped a bunch of shots and rather than edit them all, I selected my favorites...my top 10. Enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5209516292051211793%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DZhYb3KAD8VU"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7010217968733510980?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7010217968733510980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7010217968733510980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7010217968733510980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7010217968733510980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-2408009113942689044</id><published>2008-06-04T07:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:44.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Milestone Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Internet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sent out a blast email to everyone in my address book.  Today, I share that email with the rest of you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about milestones and those milestones, I've learned, are what carry you from moment to moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud and super excited to announce the launch of my website. (&lt;a href="http://www.isabelmarchphotography.com/"&gt;www.isabelmarchphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;) My milestone. It's been such a labor of love and I was beyond thrilled when I finally saw it live across the web tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of sounding super sappy, I wanted to take this opportunity to thank all of you. Each of you has helped me reach this point. Each of you has given me encouragement and advice and support and most importantly the opportunity to make one of my dreams a reality. Thank you for letting me snap pictures of you, for letting me learn the ropes with you and most importantly, for letting me capture the important milestones in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please peek around the website, let me know what you think...love it, hate it...whatever. Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks so much for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I'd be totally remiss and a bad wife if I didn't thank my husband publicly for all of this. He has listened to me tirelessly throughout my crazy pursuit of photography. I'm sure that when he bought me my camera he was doing it so that I would stop the incessant nagging that I tend to do when I really, really want something. He has stood, sat, jumped, made faces, glared, and patiently sat in front of the camera many a times just so that I could play with settings. But, most importantly, he stood beside me and gave me the courage that I needed and encouraged me to pursue my dream. For that...I am truly grateful to have him. Thank you, Mike! Lub! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And finally...today my hambone turns 5. Can you freakin' believe it?! 5, 1..2..3..4..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, NuNu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207994790274091602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEaDqypfSlI/AAAAAAAAF70/J8ixaAlXBVs/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-2408009113942689044?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2408009113942689044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=2408009113942689044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2408009113942689044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2408009113942689044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-milestone-moment.html' title='My Milestone Moment'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEaDqypfSlI/AAAAAAAAF70/J8ixaAlXBVs/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5624587395943943638</id><published>2008-06-02T11:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirsten and Matt:I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It doesn't matter how long I've been doing photography, I still get that nervous feeling the day of a shoot. Mike says it's good for me...that it helps keep me on my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago wedding season officially kicked off for me and the butterflies have yet to leave! It's been a constant steady stream of work and creativity and I totally love it. I love the rush, I love the emotion, I love the creativity, I love the happiness that surrounds the day. I love it all and it solidifies my feelings as to why I photograph -- to capture the connection between people and to embrace the emotion right along with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Photographing Kirsten and Matt on their wedding day with Liz of &lt;a href="http://www.lizwarnek-philadelphia-wedding-photography.com/index.html"&gt;Liz Warnek Photography&lt;/a&gt;, was no exception. They were married at The Lake House Inn on Lake Nockamixon and though there was a steady rain the entire day, the location was absolutely amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310743717759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQViCpfSeI/AAAAAAAAF68/0Qg5pU-uPTU/s400/lake%2Bhouse%2Binn%2B008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Inn was engulfed with love and happiness and I was truly honored to be a part of their totally well planned, amazing day. Kirsten looked absolutely radiant and was totally chill the entire day. A way a bride should be when she's marrying the groom of her dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310752307694066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQViipfSfI/AAAAAAAAF7E/BPsqc_8tAzQ/s400/K1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The tent where their wedding/reception was held had an awe about it. Everything from the granite floors to the layered tent and chandeliers were simply amazing. No detail was overlooked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310756602661394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQViypfShI/AAAAAAAAF7U/RU3qRMyIIJQ/s400/k3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333163447044658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQp7CpfSjI/AAAAAAAAF7k/joMe2stH-0o/s400/Isabel10b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310760897628706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQVjCpfSiI/AAAAAAAAF7c/7zH_8wOulCM/s400/k4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm definitely glad that my wedding season kicked off with these two...it certainly makes me eager for the weddings that are still to come. Though I'm sure I'll still have nervous butterflies, it's great to know that I'll be capturing emotions like this and helping to create memories for generations to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310756602661378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQViypfSgI/AAAAAAAAF7M/gC4BXXfJy7k/s400/k2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Congrats, Kirsten and Matt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5624587395943943638?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5624587395943943638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5624587395943943638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5624587395943943638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5624587395943943638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/kirsten-and-matti-do.html' title='Kirsten and Matt:I Do'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEQViCpfSeI/AAAAAAAAF68/0Qg5pU-uPTU/s72-c/lake%2Bhouse%2Binn%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4705148708695438630</id><published>2008-05-30T10:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:46.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other side of the lens...part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In trying to get Mike to understand what I was trying to get him to do with the camera, I took the camera from him and started snapping shot of him. He saw what I captured and says, "ooooohhhh...now I get it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheesh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206179457921927634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEAQoipfSdI/AAAAAAAAF60/zib9Rim_HGk/s400/bear+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206179445037025714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEAQnypfSbI/AAAAAAAAF6k/bEt3PfA02ms/s400/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206179449331993026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEAQoCpfScI/AAAAAAAAF6s/qINqkpqkkFA/s400/bear+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4705148708695438630?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4705148708695438630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4705148708695438630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4705148708695438630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4705148708695438630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-other-side-of-lenspart-deux.html' title='On the other side of the lens...part deux'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEAQoipfSdI/AAAAAAAAF60/zib9Rim_HGk/s72-c/bear+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-515001458003311375</id><published>2008-05-30T10:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:46.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other side of the lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Could I just let everyone know now how freakin' unnerving it is to be on the other side of the camera?! I have discovered a new found appreciation for my clients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pretty exciting stuff going on right now in the land of IMP (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sabel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hotography) and in preparation for all that's going on, I needed some shots of myself. Enter Mike...who I'm trying to train as my second shooter. Now, a little bit of a tangent, Mike and I don't work well together -- we both know this -- we're both entirely too head strong, opinionated, anal and difficult. So, when I asked him if he wants to become my second shooter I totally know what I'm getting myself into. However, I ask him with the hopes that we can add something to the list of things we like to do together and to teach him a little bit more of what I do on a daily basis. He likes photography...has expressed an interest in it...and has a pretty good eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, we go on this little mini shoot the other day. I'm trying to school him on some camera stuff and he just wants to play around with the camera himself. The funny thing is when things get underexposed or just out of whack he looks at me as if I'm crazy and says, "oh, now I get what you were telling me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole photoshoot was hysterical. There was me, hating to have my picture taken, trying to tell Mike how to hold the camera, what settings he should have...and there's Mike, telling me not to squint, to look "normal", trying to listen to my advice, though not really wanting to...and finally, Nicholas, who's off running around at the park way in the distance. Unnerving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, though, Mike got these few shots and I think I'm okay with how they came out. So, with all that said, stay tuned for some fun stuff happening around these here parts within the next couple of weeks! I'm totally excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206176228106520962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEANsipfSYI/AAAAAAAAF6M/NC_MzcV7vg8/s400/isabel+031+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206176236696455570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEANtCpfSZI/AAAAAAAAF6U/xgKOuUGw9bQ/s400/isabel+012+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206176240991422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEANtSpfSaI/AAAAAAAAF6c/es5Msq1I8mc/s400/clown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-515001458003311375?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/515001458003311375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=515001458003311375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/515001458003311375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/515001458003311375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-other-side-of-lens.html' title='On the other side of the lens'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SEANsipfSYI/AAAAAAAAF6M/NC_MzcV7vg8/s72-c/isabel+031+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-413407626807153727</id><published>2008-05-25T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:49.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Skillz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a good thing I was already on the floor when I took these pictures because I could not stop from laughing, as evident by the little bit of blurriness I got from shaking the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nico's bowling bash was a hit. He got a strike and this was how it played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k3ipfPpI/AAAAAAAAFjk/SLBnpzu0Pcs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427649666563730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k3ipfPpI/AAAAAAAAFjk/SLBnpzu0Pcs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4SpfPqI/AAAAAAAAFjs/v9eQJB54EBA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427662551465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4SpfPqI/AAAAAAAAFjs/v9eQJB54EBA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4SpfPrI/AAAAAAAAFj0/BTvxeKzIIrI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427662551465650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4SpfPrI/AAAAAAAAFj0/BTvxeKzIIrI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4ipfPsI/AAAAAAAAFj8/NWi1572JTZY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427666846432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4ipfPsI/AAAAAAAAFj8/NWi1572JTZY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4ipfPtI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Zw-LprnQSj8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427666846432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k4ipfPtI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Zw-LprnQSj8/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427873004863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1lEipfPuI/AAAAAAAAFkM/n1JN0TJRZJQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1kmSpfPkI/AAAAAAAAFi8/Tg24O6k8sfs/s1600-h/bowl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427885889765106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1lFSpfPvI/AAAAAAAAFkU/_fZ2MZ4YnDw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427890184732418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1lFipfPwI/AAAAAAAAFkc/zHTDpYqGZNw/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427894479699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1lFypfPxI/AAAAAAAAFkk/1dPML0rJVR8/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1knCpfPnI/AAAAAAAAFjU/N1YPw1tq588/s1600-h/bowl+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427898774667042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1lGCpfPyI/AAAAAAAAFks/MtA2CmbJBzA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&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/4335656397634469635-413407626807153727?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/413407626807153727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=413407626807153727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/413407626807153727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/413407626807153727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/mad-skillz.html' title='Mad Skillz'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1k3ipfPpI/AAAAAAAAFjk/SLBnpzu0Pcs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1725648029901848494</id><published>2008-05-24T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:49.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1j4SpfPjI/AAAAAAAAFi0/G4nlaCQOIHM/s1600-h/stinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205426563039837746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1j4SpfPjI/AAAAAAAAFi0/G4nlaCQOIHM/s400/stinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quite possibly one of the cutest, sassiest little girls to walk the planet.&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/4335656397634469635-1725648029901848494?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1725648029901848494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1725648029901848494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1725648029901848494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1725648029901848494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SD1j4SpfPjI/AAAAAAAAFi0/G4nlaCQOIHM/s72-c/stinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-793949669837551173</id><published>2008-05-23T13:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:51.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sat outside last night, shootin' the breeze with my neighbor, when she blurted out..."you know, your photos just have a flair about them." I giggled, because the first thing that came to my mind was the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0151804/"&gt;Office Space &lt;/a&gt;when Jennifer Aniston's getting yelled at by her boss for not having enough pieces of flair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second thought was cutie Caden and the family shots that I got of his adorable family not that long ago.  He's the definition of flair... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6cCpfNcI/AAAAAAAAFO4/UW5ab_768-A/s1600-h/Jamis++17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621779127350722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6cCpfNcI/AAAAAAAAFO4/UW5ab_768-A/s400/Jamis++17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621770537416114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6bipfNbI/AAAAAAAAFOw/gq7ysBee9cI/s400/Jamis++15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6dCpfNdI/AAAAAAAAFPA/qX1LiDokvnk/s1600-h/Jamis++57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621796307219922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6dCpfNdI/AAAAAAAAFPA/qX1LiDokvnk/s400/Jamis++57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And his pop? He had flair too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6dCpfNeI/AAAAAAAAFPI/9cChEpwQAtw/s1600-h/Jamis++58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621796307219938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6dCpfNeI/AAAAAAAAFPI/9cChEpwQAtw/s400/Jamis++58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole stinkin' cute family had it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6dSpfNfI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/AtoPqHAzeDE/s1600-h/Jamis++59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621800602187250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6dSpfNfI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/AtoPqHAzeDE/s400/Jamis++59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my favorite shot from the day... I love the way that this shot came out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621903681402370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6jSpfNgI/AAAAAAAAFPY/K6Uuc3yBXZg/s400/Jamis++61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At all my shoots I try my hardest to catpure the essence of families, couples, kids.  It's nice to know that I also have some flair...certainly more than the requisite 15 pieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And...if you haven't seen Office Space...GO SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-793949669837551173?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/793949669837551173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=793949669837551173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/793949669837551173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/793949669837551173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/flair.html' title='Flair'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDb6cCpfNcI/AAAAAAAAFO4/UW5ab_768-A/s72-c/Jamis++17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5556273356211190780</id><published>2008-05-19T21:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:52.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How old are your twins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202267326162181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIqkgKEn2I/AAAAAAAAFMU/gDktiw11W7o/s400/peace+valley+002+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's a question we get all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And while they may not be twins, they're certainly joined at the hip and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a force to be reckoned with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's a touch taller...for now...and 16 months older. She dotes on him and fights with him all in one breath. She the brains behind the brawn. She loves him unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIq0QKEn3I/AAAAAAAAFMc/5OFYYwT4vco/s1600-h/peace+valley+018+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268305414725570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIrdgKEn8I/AAAAAAAAFNE/1Hvn8VxD8ko/s400/peace+valley+105+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's lost without her yet gets sick of her 5 minutes after she's in the house. He may be the younger of the two, but he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the stronger one. He's extremely protective of her and lets her get away with whatever she wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268296824790962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIrdAKEn7I/AAAAAAAAFM8/AlK3dHQd3kM/s400/peace+valley+034+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Together, they are hysterical...with their private jokes, sneaky whispers, contagious giggles and little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accolades&lt;/span&gt;. I stare at them and I close my eyes and wish and pray that their relationship grows and never fades...that it's as strong as it is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIq1gKEn5I/AAAAAAAAFMs/JsN_03SSvZk/s1600-h/peace+valley+034+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268249580150690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIraQKEn6I/AAAAAAAAFM0/h0lZnt45eH8/s400/peace+valley+018+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frack&lt;/span&gt;. Love them to bits. &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/4335656397634469635-5556273356211190780?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5556273356211190780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5556273356211190780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5556273356211190780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5556273356211190780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-old-are-your-twins.html' title='How old are your twins?'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SDIqkgKEn2I/AAAAAAAAFMU/gDktiw11W7o/s72-c/peace+valley+002+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-2085923109685156380</id><published>2008-05-16T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:53.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How old were you the first time that you saw the Thriller video? I was 7...not too much older than this guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I found the Michael Jackson Anthology CD and popped it into my car's CD player. After jammin' to Billie Jean, Thriller came on and as soon as he heard the spookiness of the song, he was hooked...just like every other kid in 1982. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him there was a video he immediately wanted to watch it. I knew it was a moment I need to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001436091293522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SC2rQAKEn1I/AAAAAAAAFL0/f-hMqUg5qME/s400/thriller+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001427501358882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SC2rPgKEnyI/AAAAAAAAFLc/Zon4liPJmRA/s400/thriller+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001431796326194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SC2rPwKEnzI/AAAAAAAAFLk/IUa0vqL-XbA/s400/thriller+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001436091293506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SC2rQAKEn0I/AAAAAAAAFLs/P8IjBNKRN00/s400/thriller+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Seriously...could the video be any longer?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite the wackiness of Michael Jackson...the man could still produce a jam. Love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-2085923109685156380?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2085923109685156380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=2085923109685156380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2085923109685156380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2085923109685156380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/dated.html' title='Dated'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SC2rQAKEn1I/AAAAAAAAFL0/f-hMqUg5qME/s72-c/thriller+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8909421330872588241</id><published>2008-05-14T10:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:53.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elia:Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCr3iwKEnwI/AAAAAAAAFJc/yxs2vvKtfJI/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200240896167419650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCr3iwKEnwI/AAAAAAAAFJc/yxs2vvKtfJI/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really...13? It's been a few months now since she turned 13 and I still find it incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a more amazing daughter. She's incredibly bright, witty with a hint of sarcasm, loving and loveable...all rolled into this teeny petite form that reminds everyone of her mother at that age.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember telling her on the way to the location for this shoot that much like the Natasha Beddingfield song, her book is still unwritten. As much as her father and I would love to protect her and embed in her the lessons that life will teach her, there's no way that we can and I think we're slowly coming to grips with that. There's so much that she's going to have to figure out and that's a good thing...it will certainly mold her into adulthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a part of me wishes that she were just a bouncy 2 year old that loved Bananas in Pajamas, a bigger part of me is excited to see what the future holds for her. I love watching her grow and mature and enter this new stage in her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see how her story is written.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banana, you are my life. Thank you for letting me be your mom. I am forever grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5200200330201308449%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D0Jm-LwxUD58" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8909421330872588241?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8909421330872588241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8909421330872588241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8909421330872588241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8909421330872588241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/eliaunwritten.html' title='Elia:Unwritten'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCr3iwKEnwI/AAAAAAAAFJc/yxs2vvKtfJI/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-6025495620569021413</id><published>2008-05-11T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:53.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stooges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCsAuQKEnxI/AAAAAAAAFKM/tNFGAJuht1E/s1600-h/Florida+754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200250989340565266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCsAuQKEnxI/AAAAAAAAFKM/tNFGAJuht1E/s400/Florida+754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture couldn't be more imperfect if we tried. But I still framed it and have it on my desk because I absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few pictures of me with my brood and I cherish the few that I have. When I first saw this picture I thought, "Man, I'm old! I look like my sister...I look like such a...mom!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a wild ride...motherhood to these three (and the fish..can't forget my fish, Sydney!). Rather than regale in the mother's day festivities, I wanted to send a shout out to my three stooges. Thank you guys, for letting me be your mom. For dealing with my imperfections and short comings, for letting me love you to no end, for the countless, unwarranted kisses and smothering, for the times we fought and then made up, for everything. You guys make life absofreakin'loutely wonderful and crazy...a big ball of fun. You totally make me want to be a better mom and a person. And if only three words could encompass what I feel for you, they would simply be...i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mother's Day certainly wouldn't be complete without thanking the example that set it all for me. La Vieja -- as we all called her. Not a day goes by where she's not thought of, loved, remembered. She is, undoubtedly, the best mother we could have ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-6025495620569021413?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6025495620569021413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=6025495620569021413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6025495620569021413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6025495620569021413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/stooges.html' title='Stooges'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCsAuQKEnxI/AAAAAAAAFKM/tNFGAJuht1E/s72-c/Florida+754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7795809694565545414</id><published>2008-05-09T20:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:54.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Tea</title><content type='html'>I spy, with my little eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198545016680100866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCTxJkwYNAI/AAAAAAAAFA0/OIpcSauPyU8/s400/momma+tea+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beautiful display of goodies just for mommas in celebration of Mother's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198545368867419154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCTxeEwYNBI/AAAAAAAAFA8/5oNk0xQeRck/s400/momma+tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198547799818908738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCTzrkwYNEI/AAAAAAAAFBU/Y2pWYyCPic0/s400/momma+tea+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nico's class held a tea for the mommies of the class this morning...we were greeted with hugs and kisses, showered with handmade gifts, served delicious snacks, sang to and over all, shown how much we are loved. I absolutely love mother's day. I get spoiled rotten! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198547653790020642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCTzjEwYNCI/AAAAAAAAFBE/eVYGcT61y8k/s400/momma+tea+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7795809694565545414?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7795809694565545414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7795809694565545414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7795809694565545414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7795809694565545414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommas-tea.html' title='Momma&apos;s Tea'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCTxJkwYNAI/AAAAAAAAFA0/OIpcSauPyU8/s72-c/momma+tea+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3915865630119907967</id><published>2008-05-06T09:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:55.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estas son mis mañanitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...it's a song that my mom, and now my oldest sister, sing to me every morning on my birthday. Without fail, this morning, at the crack of 7, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a text message from Florida reminding me of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mañanita&lt;/span&gt;. Followed by phone call, after phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259507933893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCBf_Hfr1KI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QsqsBGgg9mY/s400/33+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It used to be that I could really care less about my birthday. It was a day like any other day. But as of late, damn right it's a big deal! It's my birthday and I make sure to remind everyone in the house about it every chance I get. This month when I made up our fridge calendar, I drew a pretty little cake with candles on it so that every night at dinner time Nico would ask..."and what's that cake for?!" and I would have to reply..."why...it's mommy's birthday!" and Mike would just have to roll his eyes...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I'd disclose 33 things about me just because...well...it's my birthday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259525113763026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCBgAHfr1NI/AAAAAAAAEws/RZzBCnzPNiQ/s400/33+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even though my hair is at a manageable length where it can be kept down all day, it's always in a ponytail. However, I can't sleep with a pony tail in my hair so at night my hair is down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2. My favorite ice cream is chocolate. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;3. My favorite song is Fragile, by Sting. Oh...and one day I'm going to marry Sting and we're going to move into his villa in Tuscany. Mike knows and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it as long as I send him money and tell him it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to hook up with Elizabeth Hurley. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4. When I lived in Florida I rarely went to the beach even though I lived no more than 5 minutes away from it. Now...every vacation I take must include the beach in some way shape or form. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;5. I have 4 kids and I tell each one of them that they are my favorite. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;6. I hate putting gas in my car and will wait until I nearly have to push the car into the gas station. I get yelled at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; by Mike, but I really don't care. I just refuse to do it at any other point in time other than when the car is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; screaming at me for fuel. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;7. I cook every night. Mostly Cuban food that my mom taught me to make. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. Everything on my desk has to be a a 90 degree angle. If it's not a right angle, it's a wrong angle. &lt;/p&gt;9. I'm a pen freak. I have tons upon tons of pens. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;10. I believe that Post-It Notes are the greatest invention. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;11. I love wearing skirts and flip flops. I'm such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;12. My favorite meal is rice with eggs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;over easy&lt;/span&gt; and homemade french fries. My mom used to call it a hooker's meal. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;13. I love to take pictures. Mainly of my kids and the everyday stuff. You will always see me with my camera nearby. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;14. I type an insane 85 words a minute. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;15. I've been watching All My Children off and on since I was 6. Thanks, Cary! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;16. My best friend is still my mom and I hope that I'm my daughter's best friend too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;17. Caller ID is the second best invention in my book. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;18. I'm a Starbucks junkie. Iced Carmel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Macchiato&lt;/span&gt; in the summer...Vanilla Latte when it's cold out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;19. Even though I'm super organized, I hate...with a passion...putting away laundry...especially my own. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;20. I have 13 pairs of black shoes. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;21. I sleep with a little pillow. It's name is Fred. Mike hates it and calls it Derf. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;22. I have worn the same lipstick -- MAC Sequin -- for the past 8 years. I'm consistent. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;23. I keep saying that I need to lose weight and that I'm going to diet and exercise. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; not happening. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;24. My dad gives everyone he meets a nickname. I do the same thing. Everyone in my house growing up had a nickname. I refuse to disclose mine. I don't think my nieces and nephews know my real name. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;25. I could scour the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; all day long and not accomplish one thing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;26. The best birthday present for me would be if my brother would call me. Even though he won't, I know he remembers my birthday. He's mad at me for some reason...or perhaps, his wife's mad at me for some reason and doesn't give him permission to call me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;27. I love watching the History Channel and the Discovery Channel. I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MythBuster&lt;/span&gt; and Dirty Jobs addict. &lt;/p&gt;28. When Mike and I are in the car and we have the radio on, I can tell him the name of every song and the artist before the first word is sung. My mom used to say that if I knew my school work as well as I knew music, I'd be a straight "A" student. I was pretty damn close to being a straight "A" kid. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;29. My favorite color is cobalt blue. If you walk around my house, it's evident. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;30. I was born in Madrid, Spain. My family moved here when I was 5 months old. I'm the only one that isn't an American citizen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;31. I believe in ghosts and I believe that our house is haunted by a good ghost. Ask Nico...he'll confirm it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;32. Ever since I was 6, I wanted to be a lawyer. I've been in the legal field for over 14 years. I'm persistent. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;33. I love cake...especially yellow cake with fruit in the middle and whipped vanilla topping. There had better be some sort of cake on my dinner table tonight or I will be very sad. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259516523828418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCBf_nfr1MI/AAAAAAAAEwk/xDvjP_hvEdA/s400/33+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Birthday, ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3915865630119907967?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3915865630119907967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3915865630119907967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3915865630119907967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3915865630119907967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/estas-son-mis-maanitas.html' title='Estas son mis mañanitas'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SCBf_Hfr1KI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QsqsBGgg9mY/s72-c/33+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5638648444265357369</id><published>2008-05-03T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:56.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrappy Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it's a real holiday and yes, I actively participate and celebrate in the day's events. A couple of years back, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NSD&lt;/span&gt; was on my birthday so it was a double good celebration! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year's celebration is going to be rather low key since I have an afternoon shoot. While I don't scrap as often anymore, I still maintain my arsenal of patterned paper and adhesive ready and my desk and though I rarely sit at it anymore, it is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poignant&lt;/span&gt; in the room. I refuse to give up the space though Mike is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jonesin&lt;/span&gt;' to take it over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of money and time that I've invested into preserving our family photos in and of itself is worthy of it's own area. I totally love the craft and hopefully will allow myself more time to partake....in other words, I really miss it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that in mind, I decided to scour my hard drive for images of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrappin&lt;/span&gt;' area throughout the ages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...the basement. It was the only place in the house were there was enough room AND no children and husband in sight. This picture also depicts a rare moment where the area was clean and organized. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926506234532962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xH3fr1GI/AAAAAAAAEv0/FlnLrz8i26A/s400/2584+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This image does not depict cleanliness and organization...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926540594271362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xJ3fr1II/AAAAAAAAEwE/TBXztm0368U/s400/2584B2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the husband decided that the basement was way too cool for me to have all to myself and he decided to move his office downstairs too...which made me have to rearrange EVERYTHING. I think I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pluggin&lt;/span&gt;' away at our Christmas cards in this picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926532004336754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xJXfr1HI/AAAAAAAAEv8/6Ky58ULglEc/s400/2584+wB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the part-time children went to Florida and left me with a room upstairs that was empty 50% of the year. That was enough for me to pack up all their belongings and move upstairs. I remember telling Mike..."oh, the move should only take a few hours." NOT! It took me 2 weeks to get everything packed away and moved...I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of supplies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196927017335641234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xlnfr1JI/AAAAAAAAEwM/YitoycOykb0/s400/2584+W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, this is where everything rests today. Just love it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926501939565650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xHnfr1FI/AAAAAAAAEvs/Crrnb0C3dbw/s400/15+E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926493349631042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xHHfr1EI/AAAAAAAAEvk/_2eTE5_4bEo/s400/15+e+desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oddly enough, I know where everything is and have nothing duplicated. Have I mentioned, Internet, that I simply LOVE this hobby?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go forth and be creative today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5638648444265357369?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5638648444265357369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5638648444265357369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5638648444265357369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5638648444265357369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/05/scrappy-goodness.html' title='Scrappy Goodness'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SB8xH3fr1GI/AAAAAAAAEv0/FlnLrz8i26A/s72-c/2584+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3072064697701917672</id><published>2008-04-27T08:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:56.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie: Class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SBeWsnfr1DI/AAAAAAAAEvc/7Ab51OizoWc/s1600-h/Bonnie+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194786388455445554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SBeWsnfr1DI/AAAAAAAAEvc/7Ab51OizoWc/s400/Bonnie+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first time I met Bonnie was at Thanksgiving. During the hustle and bustle of getting ready to feed the family and surprise the grandparents for their wedding anniversary, she was super chill and super sweet. Her family was the first that I took out for pictures and photographing Bonnie was a photographer's dream. She's absolutely beautiful with her cascading red hair, beautiful, sparkly eyes, amazing smile and a sweet personality that oozed through each image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that photographing her senior portraits were going to be nothing short of spectacular. As I dragged her from location to location she remained chill, yet with a small tinge of enthusiasm since this was her moment to shine in front of the lens. She did just that...show herself for future generations to admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she heads off to Philadelphia this fall for college, I hope she reflects on her years at high school as being special and memorable...I hope she had the time of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie, it was a pleasure spending the afternoon with you and your mom. Both of you ladies are just wonderful and I'm glad that I've been inducted to the family as the official gravy maker and friend. All the best at the School of the Arts. I'm sure you'll paint the world a more beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out a video of Bonnie's session below....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/48146f52cea593e0/46928cc5788deb29/383d1824/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3072064697701917672?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3072064697701917672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3072064697701917672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3072064697701917672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3072064697701917672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/bonnie-class-of-2008.html' title='Bonnie: Class of 2008'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SBeWsnfr1DI/AAAAAAAAEvc/7Ab51OizoWc/s72-c/Bonnie+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8923756947273452033</id><published>2008-04-22T19:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:57.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>Don't forget to go outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192223027419141138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SA57VXfr1BI/AAAAAAAAEvM/ByGlSReUERc/s400/earth+day+002+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;smell the flowers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192223053188944930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SA57W3fr1CI/AAAAAAAAEvU/tpS4VZjIp8g/s400/earth+day+003+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and enjoy the beauty that mother nature provides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8923756947273452033?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8923756947273452033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8923756947273452033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8923756947273452033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8923756947273452033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SA57VXfr1BI/AAAAAAAAEvM/ByGlSReUERc/s72-c/earth+day+002+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1056613918328055242</id><published>2008-04-22T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:57.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SA5Ap3fr1AI/AAAAAAAAEvE/73PMIXmgHy8/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192158508420420610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SA5Ap3fr1AI/AAAAAAAAEvE/73PMIXmgHy8/s400/vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exercise your right that those before you fought so hard to obtain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1056613918328055242?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1056613918328055242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1056613918328055242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1056613918328055242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1056613918328055242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/vote_6213.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SA5Ap3fr1AI/AAAAAAAAEvE/73PMIXmgHy8/s72-c/vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1627892203316317289</id><published>2008-04-16T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:57.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still giving them something to talk about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our song is not romantic. It's not a sappy, slow dance that makes you say, "awww...how sweet!" It's kind of a slap in the face song and honestly, it makes me chuckle whenever I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Bonnie Rait's, Let's Give Them Something to Talk About. And we have. It's never been our intention, but apparently it happens. It's been the nature of our relationship...how it evolved, how it progressed, how it's sustained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730911416861282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SAy7wchqwmI/AAAAAAAAEuk/5IUcDEBRK64/s400/us+--+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is our 3 year wedding anniversary. I remember our wedding...me and him, Nicholas and Sydney, the Mayor of Souderton and my mother-in-law, snapping away on a very slow shutter speed. We had planned a very quaint summer afternoon wedding at Peddler's Village with all of our family and friends and instead, 3 months earlier called his mom up on a Friday night and asked her if she'd take pictures of us in the morning since we had decided to get married at 9am. She struggled over what to wear and me? I just looked at the wedding gown I had just purchased a few weeks earlier hanging in the closet and shrugged my shoulders in total contentment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three months later -- on the date we had originally picked to get married -- we had what people still recall as the best "wedding reception" they'd ever been too. A totally chill, happy afternoon with tons of food, drink, family and friends. Just without the stress and the poof of a frilly dress. It was an event that gave them something to talk about. &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/4335656397634469635-1627892203316317289?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1627892203316317289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1627892203316317289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1627892203316317289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1627892203316317289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-giving-them-something-to-talk.html' title='Still giving them something to talk about'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SAy7wchqwmI/AAAAAAAAEuk/5IUcDEBRK64/s72-c/us+--+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-9219484301831833882</id><published>2008-04-11T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:58.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember the first time I drove down Tilghman Street in Allentown.  A brisk, fall day and I was bundled up in a sweater that wasn't made for the season, but rather for a Florida winter when it's all of 65 degrees. Even though I was shivering, I thought the street lined with brightly covered leaves, being hit by the afternoon dusk, was one of the most beautful sights I had ever seen.  I was hooked on Pennsylvania and the following May, Pennsylvania officially welcomed me when I crossed the state line ready to become one of it's residents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Pennsylvania it's definately obvious when one season is over and the next begins. I totally love it.  It's something that this native Floridian didn't have growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every house we've lived I've always focused on one constant object that will show the evidence of a season's change. This house is no different. Instead of a tree or flowers or leaves, I've chosen the hydrant across the street. Aside from the fact that it's brightly colored, it definately serves as a marker for seasonal change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hydrant in February...dead of winter...on our one snow day this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191484131185967682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SAvbT8hqwkI/AAAAAAAAEuU/NVgUjT7eN0U/s400/snow+day+hydrant.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and here it is this afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191484139775902290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SAvbUchqwlI/AAAAAAAAEuc/Ri0U73Wa4l0/s400/hydrant+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm curious to see what change our hydrant endures during the next two seasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-9219484301831833882?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/9219484301831833882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=9219484301831833882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9219484301831833882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9219484301831833882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/SAvbT8hqwkI/AAAAAAAAEuU/NVgUjT7eN0U/s72-c/snow+day+hydrant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7007953533607671681</id><published>2008-04-09T11:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:58.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I shall call her...Mini Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This weekend was a total blast! I spent it with my daughter in NYC celebrating her 13th birthday. While I have a ton of pictures to share, I thought I'd share the one that she insisted I print out and give to her to take back to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are times I look at her and I see her father...without a doubt...despite the fact that everyone tells me that she's exactly like me...in every single aspect (totally scary!) But there was something about this picture that made me look at it again and think that everyone is right. It's probably the way our hair parts and that little cowlick in the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187272711349034226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_zlDDEJXPI/AAAAAAAAEtw/kIhnPG9Aycw/s400/4e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;And how about that great Florida tan she has?! To think that when I first moved up here I had that great tan too...sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7007953533607671681?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7007953533607671681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7007953533607671681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7007953533607671681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7007953533607671681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-i-shall-hermini-me.html' title='And I shall call her...Mini Me'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_zlDDEJXPI/AAAAAAAAEtw/kIhnPG9Aycw/s72-c/4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1178254463094309385</id><published>2008-04-02T10:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:59.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a photographer, I have to constantly be marketing myself.  I strive to come up with catchy and creative things to attract clients.  I think I'm pretty creative but there are others who just take the cake and achieve exactly what they set out to do...lure consumers to their product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other night, we were at Rite Aid getting Nico's prescription refilled and to kill the time we wandered up and down the aisles...cuz you know, it's just sooo riveting at Rite Aid at 8pm on a Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This caught my eye the second I spotted it and immediately broke out into hysterical laughter...so much that I HAD to buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_OcijEJXLI/AAAAAAAAEtA/mFduoYQELnQ/s1600-h/monkey+butt+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659713375689906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_OcijEJXLI/AAAAAAAAEtA/mFduoYQELnQ/s400/monkey+butt+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_OcizEJXMI/AAAAAAAAEtI/C6bGj-PeEQA/s1600-h/monkey+butt+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659717670657218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_OcizEJXMI/AAAAAAAAEtI/C6bGj-PeEQA/s400/monkey+butt+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_OcizEJXMI/AAAAAAAAEtI/C6bGj-PeEQA/s1600-h/monkey+butt+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still giggle everytime I see the bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1178254463094309385?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1178254463094309385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1178254463094309385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1178254463094309385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1178254463094309385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/effective-marketing.html' title='Effective marketing'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_OcijEJXLI/AAAAAAAAEtA/mFduoYQELnQ/s72-c/monkey+butt+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1370770375646650744</id><published>2008-04-01T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:59.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He watches Little Bill alot.  And one of the things that Little Bill does every night before bedtime is lay out his clothes for the next day.  I heart Little Bill for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he's been picking out his shirts for the next day and putting them on his bed post.  Last night I didn't pay too much attention to what he was picking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he flew down the stairs and said:&lt;/div&gt;"Quick, take a cool picture of me because I'm a Rockstar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_JWzDEJXKI/AAAAAAAAEs4/GCtOwC2CRuU/s1600-h/monkey+butt+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184301556052876450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_JWzDEJXKI/AAAAAAAAEs4/GCtOwC2CRuU/s400/monkey+butt+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I did.  I love this shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1370770375646650744?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1370770375646650744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1370770375646650744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1370770375646650744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1370770375646650744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/04/rockstar.html' title='Rockstar'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_JWzDEJXKI/AAAAAAAAEs4/GCtOwC2CRuU/s72-c/monkey+butt+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1723796217163871144</id><published>2008-03-31T13:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:13:59.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't keep a secret to save my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my best friends recently had a birthday. She's one of those friends that's super hard to shop for because you just want to get her the perfect gift and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nordstrom's&lt;/span&gt; doesn't really carry perfect best friend gifts...unless Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blahnik's&lt;/span&gt; happen to be on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I remember her gripe that her little boy is at that stage where cameras are just totally not allowed anywhere within a 300ft. radius of him and smiling for a camera? Totally out of the question. And honestly, what mom doesn't love pictures of their cutie kids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So...then there was my mission...contact Wayne to schedule a date and time in order to have said secret photo session with him and Ryan. Trout fishing was the excuse that was used and after a lot of wheeling and dealing with a cute little 8 year old and tons of Pokemon talk -- of which I really knew nothing about, I was able to capture some great shots for my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959659476245650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_Ef2DEJXJI/AAAAAAAAEsU/10FbEMYPn7M/s400/Wayne+and+Ryan_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all agreed that we'd keep our little secret until I was able to edit, print and frame the pictures but as I sat at my computer with some cheap wine I couldn't help myself and I called my friend and totally spilled the beans by telling her to check her email real fast for something I had sent her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959638001409154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_Ef0zEJXII/AAAAAAAAEsM/zmVroZBkCyc/s400/Holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I totally blame the wine :) But am thrilled that I was able to give my friend the perfect gift...pictures of her two favorite guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1723796217163871144?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1723796217163871144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1723796217163871144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1723796217163871144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1723796217163871144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-keep-secret-to-save-my-life.html' title='I can&apos;t keep a secret to save my life'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_Ef2DEJXJI/AAAAAAAAEsU/10FbEMYPn7M/s72-c/Wayne+and+Ryan_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3437668776894215558</id><published>2008-03-30T19:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:00.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt:Class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Graduation is such an amazing era for kids. The end of high school, the start of college... A time where you're finally gaining total independence over your life and starting to live it the way that you want to live it...or at least the way that you've imagined it. There are times that I reflect on my days in high school and I what I always gravitate to is my senior year. So difficult for me on a personal level, but such a sense of achievement and accomplishment. I totally loved it, despite everything else that was going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I enjoy taking pictures of soon-to-be high school grads is because I see the potential in their eyes; the eagerness to go out there and prove themselves to everyone...and themselves. When I photograph them my hope is to capture them at their age...so that in 30 years when their kids see the pictures they catch a glimpse of what their parent was like and find a connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183685434404330610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_AmcDEJXHI/AAAAAAAAEsE/F4PFizn_Th8/s400/Matt+01+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing Matt recently and we laughed the entire time. We chatted about how tedious school was and what his future plans are. They include the Navy. And while scary at this date and age, I totally think that it will do him wonders. He's an amazing kid with such immense potential. I have no doubt in my mind that he's going to take the Navy by storm and turn the experience into something astounding for himself and the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also totally into rugby and was extremely proud to show me his team's stomping ground. Being totally uninspired by contact sports, I was impressed by his knowledge and was taken aback by his passion for the sport as he explained its different aspects. Had it not been for the freezing wind that was whizzing through the goal posts, I'm sure we would have stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, I had a great morning with you! Thanks for taking the time to hang out with me and Nicholas. Enjoy the rest of your senior year and best of luck in basic training. I'm sure you'll kick its ass as opposed to it kicking yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5183673563114724001%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DIlguQbOzLgQ"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3437668776894215558?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3437668776894215558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3437668776894215558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3437668776894215558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3437668776894215558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/mattclass-of-2008.html' title='Matt:Class of 2008'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R_AmcDEJXHI/AAAAAAAAEsE/F4PFizn_Th8/s72-c/Matt+01+WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5856869212013733528</id><published>2008-03-28T13:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:00.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-0m2DEJWpI/AAAAAAAAEjs/LcKc2S7SbiU/s1600-h/march+2008+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182841456150796946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-0m2DEJWpI/AAAAAAAAEjs/LcKc2S7SbiU/s400/march+2008+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas in these here parts is at $3.25 a gallon (and that's for just plain 'ol regular unleaded).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you go racing to this gas pump, keep in mind that it's just sitting up against a wall at a garage down the street from our house...totally inactive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5856869212013733528?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5856869212013733528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5856869212013733528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5856869212013733528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5856869212013733528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-when.html' title='Remember when?'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-0m2DEJWpI/AAAAAAAAEjs/LcKc2S7SbiU/s72-c/march+2008+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4471100788389548187</id><published>2008-03-27T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:00.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too young to be the mother of a teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182570898980952690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-wwxjEJWnI/AAAAAAAAEjc/Bf5QhgmmaPs/s400/Baby+Shower+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yet...I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today Elia turns 13 and I think I'm more emotional about it than she is excited about it. It's so surreal to me. I spent the whole day recounting what I was doing at that exact moment 13 years before and I called her at the exact time that she was born to wish her happy birthday and what was she doing? Playing hide and seek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is an amazing kid. She's bright, caring and totally loveable. She does well in school and has an enormous entourage that loves her to death. Even though she loves hanging out with her buds, she always makes sure to dedicate time to her younger brothers and sister. She's a total mother bear with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I look at her and I'm amazed. Amazed that she such an incredible little girl turned teenager overnight...amazed that she's so grown up despite the adversities in her life thus far...and most of all amazed that I've been totally blessed with such and amazingly wonderful daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you a million and one red Swedish fish, my Eli banana...more than you could ever imagine. You are the best daughter that any mother could ever ask for and I am forever proud of you and the young woman that you are becoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You complete me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182581065168542338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-w6BTEJWoI/AAAAAAAAEjk/N9kX8p4IiUs/s400/elia+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4335656397634469635-4471100788389548187?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4471100788389548187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4471100788389548187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4471100788389548187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4471100788389548187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-too-young-to-be-mother-of-teenager.html' title='I&apos;m too young to be the mother of a teenager'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-wwxjEJWnI/AAAAAAAAEjc/Bf5QhgmmaPs/s72-c/Baby+Shower+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3277707549852192739</id><published>2008-03-23T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:01.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Love,&lt;br /&gt;The wrascally wabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kLEDEJWjI/AAAAAAAAEi8/HRQjgtrV00g/s1600-h/Bonnie+Brown+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181685010436545074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kLEDEJWjI/AAAAAAAAEi8/HRQjgtrV00g/s400/Bonnie+Brown+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was oblivious to the huge box containing his beloved BatRanger and Ranger mobile that sat on the living room window sill when we asked him to open the curtains for us.  It's his daily chore so I guess he didn't really think too much about it.  BUT...when he did see it? The Easter Bunny became his best friend, EVER!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The morning started at the crack of dawn with Nicholas running into our room and whispering to me, "The easter bunny came and he left eggs and he ate the carrot and he wrote a note but I can't read it because I'm not in kindergarten yet and you need to get up because it's the day and you see the sun? It's outside peeking at you and you need to get up and daddy's home too and he's in the bathroom and you can make coffee and I wonder if the Easter Bunny brought me a donught and mooommmm....get up!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, indeed, the living room was covered with colorful eggs. Some filled with candy, some just sitting there...empty.  Nico walked around the house with his arms filled with eggs wondering where he should put them all until I asked him to straighten out his shoes in the kitchen, knowing fully that that wrascally wabbit had hidden a Batman easter basket behind the wall of shoes and poorly hung jackets of a certain 4 year old boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then SWOOSH!  All the eggs fell onto the kitchen floor!  He spotted the basket, dropped all the eggs on the floor and proceeded to jump up and down and run back and forth between the kitchen and the living room where we were to show us everything.  I could only imagine what wouuld happen to the world if Nicholas had just one cup of my morning expresso.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the eggs were good, the Batman basket and all its goodies, a hit and the BatRanger is just what the Easter Bunny knew he wanted since forever!  And I was just too tired to snap a picture of it all since my camera was way over there on my desk and I wasn't walking the extra 7 steps to get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3277707549852192739?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3277707549852192739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3277707549852192739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3277707549852192739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3277707549852192739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kLEDEJWjI/AAAAAAAAEi8/HRQjgtrV00g/s72-c/Bonnie+Brown+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1743975293665857812</id><published>2008-03-21T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:01.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tons of plans and lists and more lists were made by me for today. I wanted to clean and organize and clean some more and throw stuff out and make runs here and there. I was sooo going to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All my plans went out the window when Nico came downstairs ready to enjoy his day off and just chill. He spent all day in his jammies and we just went about creating Easter goodies for some serious munchin' later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm uber thrilled to see all my Martha Stewart channeling come to fruition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181682815708256770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kJETEJWgI/AAAAAAAAEik/MGmMwv02EcQ/s400/Bonnie+Brown+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; This little mounds of wonderful were just flippin' AMAZING! It is well known in our house that momma has a weak spot for all things cupcakes. Needless to say, I've had to practice some serious self control around these little suckers because I could eat them all in one sitting and not even blink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181682820003224082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kJEjEJWhI/AAAAAAAAEis/ekvkYFAy7Ek/s400/Bonnie+Brown+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm almost sad to eat these later...almost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181682824298191394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kJEzEJWiI/AAAAAAAAEi0/EElMyYzh7rw/s400/Bonnie+Brown+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoppy Easter everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1743975293665857812?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1743975293665857812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1743975293665857812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1743975293665857812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1743975293665857812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday-indeed.html' title='Good Friday Indeed'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kJETEJWgI/AAAAAAAAEik/MGmMwv02EcQ/s72-c/Bonnie+Brown+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5997359072526963787</id><published>2008-03-20T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:01.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think my chi may be a little off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love my house. It's so bright, spacious and just plain pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, the living room is just ginormous and being that it's an old cape cod, I have no idea how the room was used back when the house was built. I think what makes it hard to come up with a sensible solution is that it's one big room separated by the front door. We even went as far as checking out an open house last summer for a house down the street that has the same design as our house to see what they had done with the space. They had no clue either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've had several ideas pop into our head throughout the time that we've lived here on what we could do with the space. Some of them have been to turn the dining room into a studio for me, and put the dining room in half of the living room, create a formal living room and separate it from the family room, or leave it open for the kids to have a play area. At one point, we had the smaller of our two couches facing the fireplace and the larger couch facing the t.v. on the other side of the room. There just wasn't enough seating. Then, we created an "L" shape with both couches in the t.v. area and figured that we liked that and it provided ample seating for everyone...so that's set. However, then it just left us with a big empty space on the side of the room with the fireplace -- the kids loved it...toys everywhere. Mom? Not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, one morning, I got up early and started pulling furniture from other parts of the house and this is where we are now. Not too thrilled with all the mix match of colors, but it's actually kind of growing on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181667671653571058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-j7SzEJWfI/AAAAAAAAEic/LoycqcBhua8/s400/Bonnie+Brown+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What do you think?&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/4335656397634469635-5997359072526963787?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5997359072526963787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5997359072526963787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5997359072526963787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5997359072526963787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-my-chi-may-be-little-off.html' title='I think my chi may be a little off'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-j7SzEJWfI/AAAAAAAAEic/LoycqcBhua8/s72-c/Bonnie+Brown+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-6173607825067034313</id><published>2008-03-16T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:01.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kOSTEJWkI/AAAAAAAAEjI/E7SjEpF0Gfo/s1600-h/Bonnie+Brown+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181688553784564290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kOSTEJWkI/AAAAAAAAEjI/E7SjEpF0Gfo/s400/Bonnie+Brown+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nico has this thing where his food can't touch. Crazy, I know, since us Cubans just mix everything up and eat it. My boy must have inherited this trait from the Polish side of his family. Now that I think of it, though, I don't think my dad likes to have his food all mish mashed together on his plate, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I had forgotten that I had this cute tray I had purchased at Pottery Barn Kids years back.  I found it and it's now in constant use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my lunch served to me like this everyday too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-6173607825067034313?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6173607825067034313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=6173607825067034313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6173607825067034313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6173607825067034313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/bento-lunch.html' title='Bento Lunch'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kOSTEJWkI/AAAAAAAAEjI/E7SjEpF0Gfo/s72-c/Bonnie+Brown+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3490499129190387306</id><published>2008-03-14T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:47:01.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Senior Spokesmodels</title><content type='html'>In keeping with my last post, I'm looking for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 Senior Spokesmodels &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;from local area high schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a spokesmodel for Isabel March Photography, you get a free mini photo session and tons of cool extras...plus, cash for every friend you send my way! If you would like more information, shoot me an email or give me a call! (My contact information is to the left of this post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3490499129190387306?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3490499129190387306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3490499129190387306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3490499129190387306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3490499129190387306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/2009-senior-spokesmodels.html' title='2009 Senior Spokesmodels'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5946576797963290403</id><published>2008-03-13T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:17:23.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A message to high school seniors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember when I turned 18. I spent the day moving out of my house. My mom had passed away 2 years earlier and my dad and I just didn't see eye to eye. So, with my stereo, my closet full of clothes and about $600 I was the only senior in my high school that had her own apartment. And you would think that I was happier than a pig in mud, but I wasn't. I entered adulthood on a crash course and missed everything that's fun about being the age that I was. I missed prom. I missed senior week. I missed getting my senior portraits done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I change it? Unless my mom were still around, absolutely not. It made me the woman I am today. However, I am a serious advocate for kids living up the age that they are and certainly not jumping the gun into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet a high school senior and we talk about their session, I emphasize fun. It's such an amazing time in your life...why not relish it and totally live it up?! I know that seniors get the requisite pose and smile photos for school. I totally step away from that and try my hardest to capture who they are as individuals...fun, 17 and 18 year old kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...enjoy your Senior year! There's only one like it! Don't be in such a hurry to run the race into adulthood. That's what your 30's are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here are some of my favorite senior session images with this amazingly bright and beautiful young woman. She's shy, emotional, immensely loving and caring. She works hard...not just for herself but for her family. She's had some rough patches in her life, but has never forgotten how to smile and doesn't let things get her down. If anything, it teaches her to fight even harder and rise above it all. She has a heart of gold and an insatiable passion for music and fashion. I expect only amazing things from her and know that she'll attain her goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5177398878429417809%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5946576797963290403?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5946576797963290403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5946576797963290403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5946576797963290403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5946576797963290403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/message-to-high-school-seniors.html' title='A message to high school seniors...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3561378636435271903</id><published>2008-03-11T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:02.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His future's so bright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...he has to wear shades. Even when watching television, at night, in the house, nearly in the dark. We looked over onto the couch where he was sitting and just started snickering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176651747393441970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9cpVlFKkLI/AAAAAAAAEZs/2jAI1MIkMVQ/s400/stuff+106+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176651751688409282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9cpV1FKkMI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/HSB_YUnnkGM/s400/stuff+105+copy.jpg" border="0" /&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/4335656397634469635-3561378636435271903?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3561378636435271903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3561378636435271903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3561378636435271903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3561378636435271903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/his-futures-so-bright.html' title='His future&apos;s so bright...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9cpVlFKkLI/AAAAAAAAEZs/2jAI1MIkMVQ/s72-c/stuff+106+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3499988671243970323</id><published>2008-03-09T10:42:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:04.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle d'Escrime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About three years ago while at the Perkasie summer festival, we came across a booth that detailed fencing classes at a local school. Mike was instantly hooked. This past Christmas, after searching for something really cool to get him, I convinced Santa to sign him up for fencing classes. He's loved every single class and hopes to continue with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9P5TFFKj6I/AAAAAAAAEXk/Bb8MeX5nYo8/s1600-h/fencing+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175754502955503522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9P5TFFKj6I/AAAAAAAAEXk/Bb8MeX5nYo8/s400/fencing+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 10 weeks of classes, his final competition was this past Thursday night. I chuckled, Nico was enthralled and Mike actually won. Totally impressed me with his Zorro like skills and made me want to totally get his a cape and large hat with a feather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R-LlFKkII/AAAAAAAAEZU/EBlZ3Fm7sUA/s1600-h/fencing+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175900609152979074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R-LlFKkII/AAAAAAAAEZU/EBlZ3Fm7sUA/s400/fencing+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R92lFKkHI/AAAAAAAAEZM/HvwK7iDIu58/s1600-h/fencing+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175900248375726194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R92lFKkHI/AAAAAAAAEZM/HvwK7iDIu58/s400/fencing+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R9N1FKkEI/AAAAAAAAEY0/dTbN7wJUhT8/s1600-h/fencing+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175899548296056898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R9N1FKkEI/AAAAAAAAEY0/dTbN7wJUhT8/s400/fencing+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R8e1FKkDI/AAAAAAAAEYs/R3OJHwlGvFo/s1600-h/fencing+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175898740842205234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R8e1FKkDI/AAAAAAAAEYs/R3OJHwlGvFo/s400/fencing+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9P7xlFKj9I/AAAAAAAAEX8/pu0Ovh9VJ-4/s1600-h/fencing+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175757225964769234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9P7xlFKj9I/AAAAAAAAEX8/pu0Ovh9VJ-4/s400/fencing+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R8SFFKkCI/AAAAAAAAEYk/n0UCVFFhhpM/s1600-h/fencing+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175898521798873122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R8SFFKkCI/AAAAAAAAEYk/n0UCVFFhhpM/s400/fencing+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And for sitting patiently, and because he was so enthralled with the sport, he got to hold a sword at the end of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R-fVFKkJI/AAAAAAAAEZc/Ghe9WT5qsnA/s1600-h/fencing+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175900948455395474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9R-fVFKkJI/AAAAAAAAEZc/Ghe9WT5qsnA/s400/fencing+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/4335656397634469635-3499988671243970323?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3499988671243970323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3499988671243970323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3499988671243970323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3499988671243970323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/circle-descrime.html' title='Circle d&apos;Escrime'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R9P5TFFKj6I/AAAAAAAAEXk/Bb8MeX5nYo8/s72-c/fencing+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7167597819619955220</id><published>2008-03-05T19:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:05.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few weeks ago I had the awesome pleasure to participate in a fundraiser for the &lt;a href="http://www.chop.edu/consumer/jsp/division/location.jsp?id=27752"&gt;Children's Hospital of Philadelphia&lt;/a&gt;. It's so amazing to see the miracles that the hospital works and all the smiley faces that it helps create. Together with another fabuous facility, &lt;a href="http://www.littlewonderscenter.com/contact.html"&gt;Little Wonders Child Growth and Development Center&lt;/a&gt;, they had an amazing turnout and I was thrilled to be a part of the event.  I felt that the least I could do was offer my services to one deserving family as part of the raffle Little Wonders was holding. I can't wait to capture the winning family's pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426325595745506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89BU-2QbOI/AAAAAAAAEWs/kxNoX8Y1S4s/s400/Little+Wonders+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everywhere you looked there were family and children alike laughing and having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426334185680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89BVe2QbQI/AAAAAAAAEW8/uVqnqwYtwCs/s400/Little+Wonders+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426329890712818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89BVO2QbPI/AAAAAAAAEW0/nTvS2iTUB3k/s400/Little+Wonders+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426338480647442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89BVu2QbRI/AAAAAAAAEXE/w_fUUuZq7i8/s400/Little+Wonders+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426441559862562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89Bbu2QbSI/AAAAAAAAEXM/_nTKLCSKomE/s400/Little+Wonders+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm sure that by the end of the afternoon, everyone felt like this cutie who managed to sleep throughout the entire event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426321300778194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89BUu2QbNI/AAAAAAAAEWk/HFmmxOa-FMo/s400/Little+Wonders+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7167597819619955220?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7167597819619955220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7167597819619955220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7167597819619955220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7167597819619955220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-wonders.html' title='Little Wonders'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R89BU-2QbOI/AAAAAAAAEWs/kxNoX8Y1S4s/s72-c/Little+Wonders+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4775852768422893457</id><published>2008-03-01T17:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:08.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six minus two = four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just the four of us went out today to have a mini photo session. It's something that I want to do at least once every season. It seems that 1. I never capture all of us in one spot and the same time. Someone's always missing; 2. I'm never in any shots...which just isn't good; and 3. The main reason I photograph is to document. Not just other families and kiddies, but my own. That's definately gotta change. I definately have to shoot more of us...together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909651963194386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nd69R0rBI/AAAAAAAAESg/5dBTSrCIZ60/s400/cabin+park+050web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to have all sorts of snow last night. Much to my disappointment this morning, though, we woke up to nothing. However, on the bright side, we were able to go to this new little park that I spotted driving back from taking Nico to school the other morning. I'll definately be back for future photoshoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172908200264248194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ncmdR0q4I/AAAAAAAAERY/_wyOv9DLnd4/s400/cabin+park+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After being convinced that no trolls lived under the bridge, they started to have fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173166692870958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8rHstR0rNI/AAAAAAAAEUA/1sxtbOeUjDI/s400/cabin+park+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Though petrified that the R5 was going to zip on through the tracks, she stood there...briefly... for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909299775876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ndmdR0q8I/AAAAAAAAER4/Y9FThx_sJwk/s400/cabin+park+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909282596006834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ndldR0q7I/AAAAAAAAERw/xj_db2NOLIU/s400/cabin+park+062web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909269711104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ndktR0q5I/AAAAAAAAERg/XL8-TebPaDY/s400/cabin+park+016web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909639078292466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nd6NR0q_I/AAAAAAAAESQ/_nQQn2m9Zuo/s400/cabin+park+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And after convincing me that it was ok...that I really could trust him with the camera, I relinquished control of my beloved Bessie and let Mike take some shots of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909621898423250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nd5NR0q9I/AAAAAAAAESA/ia09n_Dne-U/s400/cabin+park+057web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909630488357858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nd5tR0q-I/AAAAAAAAESI/EzvyOmxN-r8/s400/cabin+park+059+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909278301039522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ndlNR0q6I/AAAAAAAAERo/TwcmNCmTmvM/s400/cabin+park+040web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4775852768422893457?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4775852768422893457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4775852768422893457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4775852768422893457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4775852768422893457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/six-minus-two-four.html' title='Six minus two = four'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nd69R0rBI/AAAAAAAAESg/5dBTSrCIZ60/s72-c/cabin+park+050web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-9086589798116947295</id><published>2008-03-01T17:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:09.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Shinanegans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Birthday celebrations are only once a year, however in this house they seem to last all month. Today went to cash in on some Toys R' Us gift cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nYXNR0quI/AAAAAAAAEQI/LksnqXlDVMs/s1600-h/cabin+park+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172903540224731874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nYXNR0quI/AAAAAAAAEQI/LksnqXlDVMs/s400/cabin+park+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nYYtR0qvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/qmhyyjY-2K4/s1600-h/cabin+park+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172903565994535666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nYYtR0qvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/qmhyyjY-2K4/s400/cabin+park+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's so much different shopping with a girl at a toy store than it is shopping with a boy.  The choice are just endless...the possibilities limitless.  And man, Barbies have changed so much since I had mine.  I think they all got boob jobs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think we're finally done with the birthday celebrations and we can begin to enjoy 6. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-9086589798116947295?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/9086589798116947295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=9086589798116947295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9086589798116947295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9086589798116947295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-birthday-shinanegans.html' title='More Birthday Shinanegans'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nYXNR0quI/AAAAAAAAEQI/LksnqXlDVMs/s72-c/cabin+park+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3321096675688636618</id><published>2008-02-29T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:09.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nanNR0q0I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/H6a4KPEOD6E/s1600-h/fishy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906014125894466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nanNR0q0I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/H6a4KPEOD6E/s400/fishy+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's going to have to beat the boys off of her when she gets older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nZ8tR0qxI/AAAAAAAAEQg/w_tNMptNsbg/s1600-h/fishy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172905283981454098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nZ8tR0qxI/AAAAAAAAEQg/w_tNMptNsbg/s400/fishy+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8naCdR0qyI/AAAAAAAAEQo/1oBiThhUi2c/s1600-h/fishy+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172905382765701922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8naCdR0qyI/AAAAAAAAEQo/1oBiThhUi2c/s400/fishy+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tend to agree. All she has to do is sit there and she looks pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8navtR0q1I/AAAAAAAAERA/V7pPBp6JXks/s1600-h/fishy+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906160154782546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8navtR0q1I/AAAAAAAAERA/V7pPBp6JXks/s400/fishy+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nawNR0q2I/AAAAAAAAERI/U2we0M5Id18/s1600-h/fishy+017+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nawdR0q3I/AAAAAAAAERQ/2N12qt_gpXI/s1600-h/fishy+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906173039684466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nawdR0q3I/AAAAAAAAERQ/2N12qt_gpXI/s400/fishy+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nawdR0q3I/AAAAAAAAERQ/2N12qt_gpXI/s1600-h/fishy+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nawdR0q3I/AAAAAAAAERQ/2N12qt_gpXI/s1600-h/fishy+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3321096675688636618?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3321096675688636618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3321096675688636618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3321096675688636618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3321096675688636618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/dad-says.html' title='Dad says...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8nanNR0q0I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/H6a4KPEOD6E/s72-c/fishy+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4819179811474367287</id><published>2008-02-26T20:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:10.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from an impromptu birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there we were...a week before her birthday and little did she know that after dinner the lights would go out, she would be blindfolded and there would be a surprise. She loves surprises so this was perfect. Totally unexpected. Until, Nico decides to say, "hey, is that a cake?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171465576317621618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8S8isSSlXI/AAAAAAAAEPg/BtNW-iibVU8/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171465799655921042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8S8vsSSlZI/AAAAAAAAEPw/5q1m0Ft__6k/s400/cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171466203382846898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8S9HMSSlbI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Kpvah4oNfQg/s400/cake+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&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/4335656397634469635-4819179811474367287?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4819179811474367287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4819179811474367287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4819179811474367287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4819179811474367287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/scenes-from-impromptu-birthday-party.html' title='Scenes from an impromptu birthday party'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8S8isSSlXI/AAAAAAAAEPg/BtNW-iibVU8/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3808889493822500751</id><published>2008-02-24T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:11.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>six things about a fish on her birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8GDm8SSlOI/AAAAAAAAEOY/K5V8NtLTxik/s1600-h/6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170558552239150306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8GDm8SSlOI/AAAAAAAAEOY/K5V8NtLTxik/s400/6+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8GDnMSSlPI/AAAAAAAAEOg/Cr6QwpQUtM0/s1600-h/6fingerswm+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170558556534117618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8GDnMSSlPI/AAAAAAAAEOg/Cr6QwpQUtM0/s400/6fingerswm+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giddy. That's what you are about your birthday today. When you saw the date printed on our fridge calendar at the beginning of the month you immediately knew what day it was and gave me your impish grin from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're sassy, super smart, witty and not to mention totally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are daddy's little punkin', my little fishy and Nico's Syd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The brain behind the braun in this family. You try so hard to get away with so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still so petite that when you stand next to your younger brother, you're both the same height and everyone always asks, "how old are your twins?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are so very loved! And don't you ever forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday little fishy!&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/4335656397634469635-3808889493822500751?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3808889493822500751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3808889493822500751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3808889493822500751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3808889493822500751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/six-things-about-fish-on-her-birthday.html' title='six things about a fish on her birthday'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8GDm8SSlOI/AAAAAAAAEOY/K5V8NtLTxik/s72-c/6+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-120344286050705064</id><published>2008-02-23T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApEsSSlAI/AAAAAAAAEMo/W7r_0imMle4/s1600-h/snow+day+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170177532805420034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApEsSSlAI/AAAAAAAAEMo/W7r_0imMle4/s400/snow+day+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApFMSSlBI/AAAAAAAAEMw/F6-9L6-CRf0/s1600-h/snow+day+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170177541395354642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApFMSSlBI/AAAAAAAAEMw/F6-9L6-CRf0/s400/snow+day+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApFMSSlCI/AAAAAAAAEM4/CEbwgh5yhPc/s1600-h/snow+day+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170177541395354658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApFMSSlCI/AAAAAAAAEM4/CEbwgh5yhPc/s400/snow+day+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApFsSSlDI/AAAAAAAAENA/2fSUGXt2pCg/s1600-h/snow+day+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170177549985289266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApFsSSlDI/AAAAAAAAENA/2fSUGXt2pCg/s400/snow+day+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApGMSSlEI/AAAAAAAAENI/pIAK1Uotgpo/s1600-h/snow+day+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170177558575223874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApGMSSlEI/AAAAAAAAENI/pIAK1Uotgpo/s400/snow+day+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170177940827313234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApccSSlFI/AAAAAAAAENQ/emyp8MO2_Lc/s400/snow+day+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We have had this sled since Christmas and since we've had no snow, it just sat in the mud room....til yesterday! There's a little hill about a block away that we've been eyeing up since we've lived here in anticipation of one day being able to take the kids there with their sled. Finally, we were able to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first ride was great...as evidenced above. The second ride inducted Nico and his dad into the polar bear club. Everything with the ride seemed great until they reached the bottom and hit a wide part of the creek and got soaked with ice water from head to toe. I was laughing so hard -- along with everyone else at the hill -- that I didn't snap one single shot. Totally classic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After we got home, dried off and settle down on the couch, Mike and I found this sight 10 minutes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170180466268083298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ArvcSSlGI/AAAAAAAAENY/Ce14n1j0lSs/s400/snow+day+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&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/4335656397634469635-120344286050705064?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/120344286050705064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=120344286050705064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/120344286050705064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/120344286050705064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day-fun.html' title='Snow day fun...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R8ApEsSSlAI/AAAAAAAAEMo/W7r_0imMle4/s72-c/snow+day+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4834589293712141470</id><published>2008-02-22T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:12.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R77ii8SSj_I/AAAAAAAAD6s/8dLWO14hy5w/s1600-h/snow+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169818512194179058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R77ii8SSj_I/AAAAAAAAD6s/8dLWO14hy5w/s400/snow+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's out...I get to work from home...love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a few inches (so far), but nothing has been plowed (which is weird for the township).  The roads are still nice and pristine. Everyone seems to have the day off. I guess since it's really the only day that we've had all winter to enjoy the snow, everyone's going to take advantage and enjoy the long weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are! &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/4335656397634469635-4834589293712141470?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4834589293712141470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4834589293712141470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4834589293712141470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4834589293712141470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-snow-day.html' title='Happy Snow Day!'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R77ii8SSj_I/AAAAAAAAD6s/8dLWO14hy5w/s72-c/snow+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-6755857664911981186</id><published>2008-02-21T11:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:36:49.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To all that have asked...</title><content type='html'>I've finally updated it...sorta...click on the link to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://366dailydose.blogspot.com/"&gt;366...the daily dose...almost&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you that didn't know...you can find the daily dose to the right of my entries...in the sidebar section of the blog. It's a snippet of everyday life around these parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-6755857664911981186?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6755857664911981186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=6755857664911981186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6755857664911981186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6755857664911981186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-all-that-have-asked.html' title='To all that have asked...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8187310521760176568</id><published>2008-02-20T12:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:13.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because her little sister couldn't pronouce Elizabeth, we call her Fefe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we were little, we used to dance to the jams coming out of my boom box upstairs in her mother's (my sister) room -- her favorite tune of all time...Summertime, by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince (right, Fef? LOL). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Five little years are all that separate us yet, now-a-days it feels like an eternity since we live in different states, do different things and don't get to hang out as much as we used to when we were younger. Nonetheless, I love her to bits and am in awe at the amazing woman she's become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169116611458797042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R7xkK8SSjfI/AAAAAAAAD10/-tBfQVax5Zs/s400/Fefe+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117315833433602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R7xkz8SSjgI/AAAAAAAAD18/BVzowdAfOf0/s400/Fefe+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She and her boyfriend just bought their first house and I took these for her in the hopes that she'd have them printed out and framed to place somewhere in her house. I totally love how fun their relationship is AND how color coordinated and organized! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5169118028798004753%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DEX0z_JgyJWE" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8187310521760176568?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8187310521760176568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8187310521760176568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8187310521760176568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8187310521760176568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-her-little-sister-couldnt.html' title='Because her little sister couldn&apos;t pronouce Elizabeth, we call her Fefe.'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R7xkK8SSjfI/AAAAAAAAD10/-tBfQVax5Zs/s72-c/Fefe+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4453578403765911339</id><published>2008-02-18T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:13.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, snap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I bought Bessie -- my camera -- I made a deal with Mike that it would be attached to my hip at all times. You just never know when a picture perfect moment will be upon you and you're caught without your camera...or, if you live where I live, a cow crosses the street and does a crazy jig or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other night I was driving home and had my camera in my left hand. Yes, I know...both hands should be on the steering wheel at the perfect 10 and 2 position. But really...so not me. I'm the put make-up on, guzzel a drink while I driving type of chick. Hey, at least I have a head set for my cellie! Back to my point...I had my camera in my left hand, lens facing out the window. I didn't even realize I had snapped a picture until I got home and unloaded my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was on there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168488579865939426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R7oo-sSSjeI/AAAAAAAAD00/lmvp5ZZSmSE/s400/pa+countryside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? You never know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4453578403765911339?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4453578403765911339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4453578403765911339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4453578403765911339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4453578403765911339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-snap.html' title='Oh, snap!'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R7oo-sSSjeI/AAAAAAAAD00/lmvp5ZZSmSE/s72-c/pa+countryside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4002160093171934846</id><published>2008-02-10T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:14.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up yesterday to snow outside and a little boy glued to the stair landing window exclaiming that it was his favorite weather day. But, by the time I threw some clothes on, grabbed the camera and headed downstairs to snap some shots of him...it was over. No accumulation, nothing. It was a tease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I sit making valentines for the kids, I looked up and saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165486255992114530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R69-YcSSjWI/AAAAAAAADz0/hyQw4FK_dJ8/s400/valentine+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BUT...no one was home. They had left for the afternoon to help a friend with some chores. So, I ran all over the house snapping shots of what was going on outside. With the weird winter we've been having, who knows when it's going to snow again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165486664014007682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R69-wMSSjYI/AAAAAAAAD0E/6SMpVTCRdgc/s400/valentine+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165486655424073074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R69-vsSSjXI/AAAAAAAADz8/PckPl3NPYpw/s400/valentine+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And once the novelty wore off, it was back to the scrappin' board. Those that know me, know that in a different life I was a scrapper. Then, of course, in order to scrapbook you need pictures, and the love that I had for photography grew into this insatiable passion and the scrappin' just took a back seat to my photography. Every once in a while though, you'll catch me in my scrapbook studio croppin' away and using my adhesive like a mad woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165487407043349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R69_bcSSjZI/AAAAAAAAD0M/y3y7VsiHats/s400/valentine+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and here we are...62 valentine's later. I tried to make them "boyish" for the boys and Elia just gets polka dot overload...just like she likes it! I think the most difficult part was getting Nicholas to write his name 17 times. He was just sooo over it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165487411338317218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R69_bsSSjaI/AAAAAAAAD0U/j7XGNprQYtI/s400/valentines+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy Sunday, Internet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4002160093171934846?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4002160093171934846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4002160093171934846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4002160093171934846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4002160093171934846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/chill-on-sunday.html' title='Chill on a Sunday'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R69-YcSSjWI/AAAAAAAADz0/hyQw4FK_dJ8/s72-c/valentine+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8622779825842063235</id><published>2008-02-09T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:15.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I don't think there are enough pictures of him on the internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grabbed the camera, unglued him from Power Rangers, Ninja Storm and headed out to the front porch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489472922619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6-BTsSSjbI/AAAAAAAAD0c/BbNjSAnD31U/s400/nunu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and because I can't decide if I like the black and white or the color version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6-BT8SSjcI/AAAAAAAAD0k/tFto5TkF8go/s1600-h/nunu2+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489477217586626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6-BT8SSjcI/AAAAAAAAD0k/tFto5TkF8go/s400/nunu2+bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6-BUMSSjdI/AAAAAAAAD0s/DJvKud-3wYM/s1600-h/nunu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489481512553938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6-BUMSSjdI/AAAAAAAAD0s/DJvKud-3wYM/s400/nunu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man...time really is just slippin' away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8622779825842063235?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8622779825842063235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8622779825842063235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8622779825842063235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8622779825842063235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-i-dont-think-there-are-enough.html' title='Because I don&apos;t think there are enough pictures of him on the internet'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6-BTsSSjbI/AAAAAAAAD0c/BbNjSAnD31U/s72-c/nunu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8955284861454944759</id><published>2008-02-07T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:15.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Year of the Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6x_x40X5bI/AAAAAAAADzs/P6kzsClq4Zo/s1600-h/Blackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164643367729489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6x_x40X5bI/AAAAAAAADzs/P6kzsClq4Zo/s400/Blackie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little furries received an extra piece of cheese and corn with their dinner tonight in celebration of their year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&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/4335656397634469635-8955284861454944759?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8955284861454944759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8955284861454944759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8955284861454944759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8955284861454944759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-year-of-rat.html' title='Happy Year of the Rat'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6x_x40X5bI/AAAAAAAADzs/P6kzsClq4Zo/s72-c/Blackie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3375639655753235224</id><published>2008-02-06T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:16.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you were little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past week for me has been a bit surreal. My niece had a baby, I connected with old friends and recapped the last 5 years of my life in a short email, I marveled at the growth of my children...as well as my own. Like I said, surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a box in one of the closets upstairs that holds all sorts of treasures. Things that I consider a part of my soul. Notes from my mom, pictures, mementoes belonging to my children from when they were wee babes... Everything just sort of culminated to this one thing...time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I photograph is to capture those moments that otherwise would fleet our minds in an instant. It's my goal to make sure that in someone's closet years down the road, they too will come across a box that holds similar treasures to those I found this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from a session I had in Florida with this unbelievable cutie pie of a baby and her amazing father. Hopefully, her father will dig these up on day...perhaps on the eve of her wedding day and say to her, "when you were little..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164059874947490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6ptGI0X4zI/AAAAAAAADow/WyZbYW5XhYk/s400/Florida+414+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164059879242457922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6ptGY0X40I/AAAAAAAADo4/jWrAWdqx8O4/s400/Florida+417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164059720328667938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6ps9I0X4yI/AAAAAAAADoo/dQsf6NEQ1y8/s400/Florida+392+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3375639655753235224?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3375639655753235224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3375639655753235224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3375639655753235224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3375639655753235224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-you-were-little.html' title='When you were little...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6ptGI0X4zI/AAAAAAAADow/WyZbYW5XhYk/s72-c/Florida+414+BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3892266355474567271</id><published>2008-02-04T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:16.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Great Aunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6dk8o0X4xI/AAAAAAAADog/-3wy95gnSB4/s1600-h/ATT28032302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163206490715579154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6dk8o0X4xI/AAAAAAAADog/-3wy95gnSB4/s400/ATT28032302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the world &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Makinlee Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Born at 12:01 pm, weighing in at a whopping 8lbs, 3oz and measuring 19 1/2 inches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud dad sent us all this picture of his little babe no more than 20 minutes after she was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I can't wait to go down the Florida to kiss her chubbiness! &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/4335656397634469635-3892266355474567271?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3892266355474567271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3892266355474567271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3892266355474567271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3892266355474567271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-great-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m a Great Aunt!'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R6dk8o0X4xI/AAAAAAAADog/-3wy95gnSB4/s72-c/ATT28032302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1837904284878295683</id><published>2008-01-24T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:17.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so great to see my nieces growing up to be amazing, independent, beautiful women. Although it makes me feel a tad on the old side, it's conforting to know that my oldest niece is only 5 years younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled as I took these images and was thrilled to see the tight connection between them as they reveled in Jasmine's pregnancy. They're all so excited...as is the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159099600037470914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5jNwI0X4sI/AAAAAAAADn4/DEjLO-lctVg/s400/Jamis++27.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159099604332438242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5jNwY0X4uI/AAAAAAAADoI/rWTVA92Mtm8/s400/Jamis++29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159099604332438226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5jNwY0X4tI/AAAAAAAADoA/mNsnN9N087A/s400/Jamis++28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159099608627405554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5jNwo0X4vI/AAAAAAAADoQ/hITlpkWZQmw/s400/Jamis++30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159099612922372866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5jNw40X4wI/AAAAAAAADoY/fbARTfvNN4A/s400/Jamis++31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1837904284878295683?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1837904284878295683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1837904284878295683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1837904284878295683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1837904284878295683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/between-sisters.html' title='Between Sisters'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5jNwI0X4sI/AAAAAAAADn4/DEjLO-lctVg/s72-c/Jamis++27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-729954823790320913</id><published>2008-01-18T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:18.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every year, despite their age, I ask the kids if they want me to make them valentines for their friends. Immediately, Elia exclaims "YES!" Every year, I create them with love...not just of the craft but of my kids. Sometimes they even feel inclined to help me in their creation...which I love even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm offering the same to my clients. If you would like valentines using pictures from your session, just let me know : ) They are 5x7, printed on premium photo paper, include envelopes and are $1.50 a valentine. The deadline to order valentines is Wednesday, February 6, 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some samples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156894576906345858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5D4S5ikHYI/AAAAAAAADN4/oGdV5TeXK00/s400/caden+valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156894581201313170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5D4TJikHZI/AAAAAAAADOA/UY-WQPRwAnI/s400/valentine+sample.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157312185166470930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5J0G5ikHxI/AAAAAAAADRE/Bjtl33p22oA/s400/maria+valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157312193756405538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5J0HZikHyI/AAAAAAAADRM/VslptqPWyb0/s400/zach+valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-729954823790320913?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/729954823790320913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=729954823790320913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/729954823790320913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/729954823790320913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5D4S5ikHYI/AAAAAAAADN4/oGdV5TeXK00/s72-c/caden+valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-6662406393945721014</id><published>2008-01-18T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:18.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My pretty little mellon head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's an absolutely beautiful picture of her. She thinks she looks like a mellon head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156873973948226930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5DljpikHXI/AAAAAAAADNw/vwT65jDButc/s400/maria+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My niece, Maria Isabel.  And yes, she named after me...simply because her momma (my big sister) loves me oh so much : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-6662406393945721014?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6662406393945721014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=6662406393945721014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6662406393945721014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6662406393945721014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-pretty-little-mellon-head.html' title='My pretty little mellon head'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5DljpikHXI/AAAAAAAADNw/vwT65jDButc/s72-c/maria+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8803872310263034401</id><published>2008-01-17T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:19.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"If we keeping going at this rate...with no snow...we're going to have the mildest winter ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later as we were leaving the grocery store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I jinxed us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5DjvpikHWI/AAAAAAAADNo/4hI8I1jY70Y/s1600-h/snow+day+007+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156871981083401570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5DjvpikHWI/AAAAAAAADNo/4hI8I1jY70Y/s400/snow+day+007+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for my people back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5Djr5ikHVI/AAAAAAAADNg/C5RYVd9DboU/s1600-h/snow+day+009+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156871916658892114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5Djr5ikHVI/AAAAAAAADNg/C5RYVd9DboU/s400/snow+day+009+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; **ETA -- By the time it was all over and done with, we had 3" on the ground and expect to have more on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8803872310263034401?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8803872310263034401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8803872310263034401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8803872310263034401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8803872310263034401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/jinxed.html' title='Jinxed'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R5DjvpikHWI/AAAAAAAADNo/4hI8I1jY70Y/s72-c/snow+day+007+EDITED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4731776573388383121</id><published>2008-01-16T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:19.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put you in my pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the main reasons I went to Florida was to visit my niece who's ready to have a baby any day now. We had a baby shower for her and I totally took advantage of the opportunity to get her in front of my camera. I'll be posting the images from her shoot here soon, but I just had to post these now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156245989600009506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R46qaJikHSI/AAAAAAAADNI/cJ_eC2xAWqM/s400/Jamis+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so amazingly incredulous to me that my little Jamis (Jasmine) is going to be a momma. But man, she sure did look beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone is totally thrilled and waiting with baited breath, the arrival of the new little bundle and in preparation, the belly has been recieving tons and tons of love, hugs and kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156246054024518962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R46qd5ikHTI/AAAAAAAADNQ/-2DoQAIvoJ0/s400/Jamis+002.jpg" border="0" /&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/4335656397634469635-4731776573388383121?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4731776573388383121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4731776573388383121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4731776573388383121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4731776573388383121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/put-you-in-my-pocket.html' title='Put you in my pocket'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R46qaJikHSI/AAAAAAAADNI/cJ_eC2xAWqM/s72-c/Jamis+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4933331655137747041</id><published>2008-01-16T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:20.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to Florida and all I got was this cheesy grin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R44YiZikHRI/AAAAAAAADNA/oAfklKQTcxo/s1600-h/Florida+752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156085602636274962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R44YiZikHRI/AAAAAAAADNA/oAfklKQTcxo/s400/Florida+752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a quick note to say that we're back...with tons to unpack and edit and do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and no...I didn't just get this cheesy grin. I got tons of cheesy grins!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4933331655137747041?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4933331655137747041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4933331655137747041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4933331655137747041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4933331655137747041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-went-to-florida-and-all-i-got-was.html' title='I went to Florida and all I got was this cheesy grin...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R44YiZikHRI/AAAAAAAADNA/oAfklKQTcxo/s72-c/Florida+752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8880575222538870837</id><published>2008-01-10T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:20.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions of Palm Trees</title><content type='html'>I have tons to share... I have it all written down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been packing and prepping like a mad woman for our trip to Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because no post is complete without a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from this morning when I opened up the curtains in the living room. Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153825315967212802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R4YQ0ZikHQI/AAAAAAAADM4/ntJSMouXJwQ/s400/towards+the+east.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8880575222538870837?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8880575222538870837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8880575222538870837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8880575222538870837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8880575222538870837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/tons.html' title='Visions of Palm Trees'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R4YQ0ZikHQI/AAAAAAAADM4/ntJSMouXJwQ/s72-c/towards+the+east.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5709176742030039204</id><published>2008-01-01T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:20.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day...a new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3rUb5ikHPI/AAAAAAAADLo/d1HWB7aBfrU/s1600-h/New+Years+Day+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662699618934002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3rUb5ikHPI/AAAAAAAADLo/d1HWB7aBfrU/s400/New+Years+Day+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is how we started the year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix match jammies, cameras that we got at dinner last night and just hanging out all day.  I love that when he shoved the camera in my face he proceeded say, "mommy...saaaayyyy....pickles and prunes....." Instead of cheese....much like the craziness I say to him when I want to snap a shot of him. That, in and of itself, made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 27 exposures were done he said, "why doesn't it last forever like your camera?" hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other blog news...if you look to the right you'll see a little flickr badge -- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabelli/"&gt;365...a photo a day&lt;/a&gt;. It's something that I've been wanting to do for a while. It should be fun to see how we change in a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5709176742030039204?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5709176742030039204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5709176742030039204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5709176742030039204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5709176742030039204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-daya-new-year.html' title='A new day...a new year...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3rUb5ikHPI/AAAAAAAADLo/d1HWB7aBfrU/s72-c/New+Years+Day+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8073935427820253582</id><published>2007-12-30T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:21.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Those that know me know that I'm super shy and a bit of a social recluse. Shocker..I know! LOL! Still, this summer we spent alot of time outside and by we, I mean Nicholas. Just so happens that right next door are a couple of awesome kids with equally awesome parents. Nicholas soon became a regular on their back porch and all the kids became fast friends. I also found myself chatting a little bit more regularly with the neighbors than what I'm accustomed to and I'm really glad that I have taken myself out of my shell in order to get to know my neighbors a little bit more. They really are a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when mom told me that they didn't have a family portrait, and after I cringed at the thought of a family not having a family picture, I knew that I had to capture their tiny family for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149874564530183330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3gHoZikHKI/AAAAAAAADKM/DfBgmqW0CXE/s400/M%26Z+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I had a great time with all of them. The youngest member, Nico's neighborhood bud, was totally shy at first, but once I got him to come around and make nice with the camera, he turned out some totally handsome smiles for me. And those eyes...just beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149876196617755842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3gJHZikHMI/AAAAAAAADKc/t7i-RTR4rZ4/s400/M%26Z+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Miss M's eyes were equally as beautiful...and she's just a total sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149876518740303058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3gJaJikHNI/AAAAAAAADKk/r6jvRjipXi8/s400/M%26Z+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Being relatively new to the neighborhood, mom and dad have been extremely helpful with everything that goes on in our little town...like the tip on Christmas Eve that Santa was going to come right past our house. Totally amazing and totally something I wouldn't have ever known had it not come from my neighbors. I'm so happy that I was able to do something nice for them, if anything, in appreciation for getting me outside more and getting to know my surroundings better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thanks guys! Enjoy your slideshow : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5149808361904282305%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DRunDbHbA6H4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-8073935427820253582?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8073935427820253582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8073935427820253582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8073935427820253582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8073935427820253582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3gHoZikHKI/AAAAAAAADKM/DfBgmqW0CXE/s72-c/M%26Z+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5431546700634015213</id><published>2007-12-28T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:22.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Webbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of his favorite things to do is get all dressed up....in costume. You never know what he's going to be at any given time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the imagination that he puts into the alter ego of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAsJikGnI/AAAAAAAADBU/98ta0ej1yaY/s1600-h/webbed+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149163244931521138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAsJikGnI/AAAAAAAADBU/98ta0ej1yaY/s400/webbed+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAspikGoI/AAAAAAAADBc/6zb09Aw0a8c/s1600-h/webbed+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149163253521455746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAspikGoI/AAAAAAAADBc/6zb09Aw0a8c/s400/webbed+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAspikGpI/AAAAAAAADBk/FyoyNWRu7HI/s1600-h/webbed+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149163253521455762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAspikGpI/AAAAAAAADBk/FyoyNWRu7HI/s400/webbed+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAs5ikGqI/AAAAAAAADBs/WHDeyRtTjok/s1600-h/webbed+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149163257816423074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAs5ikGqI/AAAAAAAADBs/WHDeyRtTjok/s400/webbed+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAs5ikGrI/AAAAAAAADB0/rVgp8y54bmE/s1600-h/webbed+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149163257816423090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAs5ikGrI/AAAAAAAADB0/rVgp8y54bmE/s400/webbed+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was Spiderman and you've been webbed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5431546700634015213?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5431546700634015213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5431546700634015213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5431546700634015213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5431546700634015213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/webbed.html' title='Webbed'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3WAsJikGnI/AAAAAAAADBU/98ta0ej1yaY/s72-c/webbed+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3288876333991173961</id><published>2007-12-26T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:23.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The year of the Transformer and the Power Ranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148818062704908834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3RGv5ikGiI/AAAAAAAADAs/IwUE6KzJREU/s400/Nico+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If you ask him what his favorite thing was he'd rattle off a list of about 20! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148819617483070018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3RIKZikGkI/AAAAAAAADA8/0_uKP6fAGI4/s400/xmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He made out like a bandit! The DS like his older brother...every Transformer made, Power Rangers galore, movies, games and a bunch of other stuff. He's been bouncing from one thing to the other since Santa's arrival and it's been awesome watching him be so happy. The expressions on his face on Christmas morning were just priceless. So, the pictures are blurry because I was trying to look at him as opposed to look at him through the view finder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148819613188102706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3RIKJikGjI/AAAAAAAADA0/0paTGGxEhyU/s400/xmas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148819617483070034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3RIKZikGlI/AAAAAAAADBE/eAZSFrB9H7I/s400/xmas+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148819621778037346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3RIKpikGmI/AAAAAAAADBM/n4ogzqB75u8/s400/xmas+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope that Santa was great to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3288876333991173961?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3288876333991173961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3288876333991173961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3288876333991173961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3288876333991173961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-of-transformer-and-power-ranger.html' title='The year of the Transformer and the Power Ranger'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3RGv5ikGiI/AAAAAAAADAs/IwUE6KzJREU/s72-c/Nico+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1465948105720825431</id><published>2007-12-24T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:23.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have yourself a merry little Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3ANAZikGhI/AAAAAAAAC_0/MJmjh3AwBUg/s1600-h/christmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147628674591496722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3ANAZikGhI/AAAAAAAAC_0/MJmjh3AwBUg/s400/christmas+card.jpg" 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/4335656397634469635-1465948105720825431?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1465948105720825431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1465948105720825431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1465948105720825431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1465948105720825431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have yourself a merry little Christmas...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R3ANAZikGhI/AAAAAAAAC_0/MJmjh3AwBUg/s72-c/christmas+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1326214118345891299</id><published>2007-12-21T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:24.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among all the other holiday festivities that we have been attending this past week was Sydney's holiday concert. Can I just tell you how flippin' cute all these out of tune cuties were together on stage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472293301754338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2vxSJikGeI/AAAAAAAAC_U/7FqSptdcc70/s400/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, I'm just partial to this little elf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472533819922930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2vxgJikGfI/AAAAAAAAC_c/vFYKfP1lfs4/s400/Syd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;What was pretty cool about the concert was that in the middle of one of their Santa songs who should appear but the man himself. The kids went bananas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472976201554434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2vx55ikGgI/AAAAAAAAC_k/MYyun0ikRVo/s400/Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So very cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1326214118345891299?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1326214118345891299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1326214118345891299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1326214118345891299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1326214118345891299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-concert.html' title='Holiday concert'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2vxSJikGeI/AAAAAAAAC_U/7FqSptdcc70/s72-c/class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1372884402073400284</id><published>2007-12-16T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:24.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning...</title><content type='html'>Instead of the tons of snow that we thought we were in for, this is what it looks like outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2UwWJikDSI/AAAAAAAACYU/sQKFN1KdftQ/s1600-h/icy+winter+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144571306416803106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2UwWJikDSI/AAAAAAAACYU/sQKFN1KdftQ/s400/icy+winter+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is down the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2UwWZikDTI/AAAAAAAACYc/BttWnYw-fHU/s1600-h/icy+winter+road+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144571310711770418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2UwWZikDTI/AAAAAAAACYc/BttWnYw-fHU/s400/icy+winter+road+blog.jpg" 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/4335656397634469635-1372884402073400284?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1372884402073400284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1372884402073400284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1372884402073400284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1372884402073400284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-morning.html' title='This morning...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2UwWJikDSI/AAAAAAAACYU/sQKFN1KdftQ/s72-c/icy+winter+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-3390170607951285763</id><published>2007-12-14T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:25.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old man winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took some time out yesterday to watch the ice form on the trees outside. Though it was a pain to drive in and it was incredibly slick to walk on, I think it looked totally peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143858041197954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2KnopikBvI/AAAAAAAACLM/LHPqXXle9nY/s400/winter+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143858028313052898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2Knn5ikBuI/AAAAAAAACLE/sTI9zVUI6V0/s400/winter+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then last night, when I was attempting to make Christmas cards upstairs in my scrapbooking studio, I looked out the window and saw this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143858049787889426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2KnpJikBxI/AAAAAAAACLc/qFaslhuJlEI/s400/string+of+lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thought it was the coolest string of lights and rather than being the fake store bought kind, they were totally natural.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143858045492922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2Kno5ikBwI/AAAAAAAACLU/OozK4v_V3ik/s400/winter+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope you got the opportunity to enjoy the ice yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-3390170607951285763?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3390170607951285763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=3390170607951285763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3390170607951285763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/3390170607951285763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-man-winter.html' title='old man winter'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R2KnopikBvI/AAAAAAAACLM/LHPqXXle9nY/s72-c/winter+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7318079764587053010</id><published>2007-12-06T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1ge2XgapNI/AAAAAAAABr4/9AMkGKBkOyg/s1600-h/Nicholas%27+school+picture+day+022+EDITED+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140892894015169746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1ge2XgapNI/AAAAAAAABr4/9AMkGKBkOyg/s400/Nicholas%27+school+picture+day+022+EDITED+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...are getting your school pictures taken. And while I wrote out a check in order to purchase a package, I thought I'd better get some shots of my own since I'm not too in love with the photos that come back from the photographer that snaps school picture shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you looked absolutely handsome today. Even your dad exclaimed how much you looked like a little man when he walked through the door from work. You seemed to really like the style as well. Something different, I suppose, than the standard tee-shirt, jeans and sweatshirt that you customarily pick out for school. I also suppose that this different "look" that you were sportin' today caused you to actually sit in front of the camera for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1ge63gapOI/AAAAAAAABsA/e0o7Df1Xdx4/s1600-h/Nicholas%27+school+picture+day+026+EDITED+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140892971324581090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1ge63gapOI/AAAAAAAABsA/e0o7Df1Xdx4/s400/Nicholas%27+school+picture+day+026+EDITED+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I looked through the shots I got this morning I started to realize that you are, in fact, a big boy. Very independent, very opinionated, very sweet... I marvel at how you rationalize things and come up with convincing arguments to even the simplest of discussions we have. You are certainly very bright and witty, too. And while all of these traits are evidence that you are growing up, I still love the fact that you cuddle and give out "huggies" and are very much my little boy -- as you love to point out when you know you are in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, as I sent you off to school this morning, all daper ready to get your pictures snapped by someone other than me, I thought about all the characteristics that you are developing as a big boy and totally cherished even more the little boy that you are always going to be to your momma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I hoped that you would give your best movie star smile this morning and not stick out your tounge and issue a zerbert at the photographer...as you most of the time do for me : ). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7318079764587053010?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7318079764587053010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7318079764587053010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7318079764587053010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7318079764587053010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-you.html' title='Today you...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1ge2XgapNI/AAAAAAAABr4/9AMkGKBkOyg/s72-c/Nicholas%27+school+picture+day+022+EDITED+BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7544968603633645256</id><published>2007-12-05T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:26.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>They wanted to surpise mom and dad with photos of all 5 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140500729141305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1a6LXgaoKI/AAAAAAAABeg/wiznYaDRVGA/s400/Vogt+Siblings+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love it when pictures tell the personality of those being photographed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These guys were a total blast to photograph. So relaxed and fun to work with. What I especially loved was that in between shots there was a football being tossed around. You'd be walking around the field at Valley Forge Park and all of a sudden...woosh! a football whizzin' by your head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By far this was one of my favorite sessions yet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5145804065109971745%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DKMvLKV0AxR4" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7544968603633645256?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7544968603633645256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7544968603633645256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7544968603633645256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7544968603633645256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1a6LXgaoKI/AAAAAAAABeg/wiznYaDRVGA/s72-c/Vogt+Siblings+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5052711787686598499</id><published>2007-12-02T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:26.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in a week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's crazy to think that an entire week has gone by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been crazy busy with the wrap up of my holiday sessions and trying to get them out the door so that everyone could have their prints before the holidays. Glad to report that I only have two more sessions left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'd really love to thank all the families that I was so fortunate to capture this year. It's been an absolutely amazing ride for me and I just can't thank you all enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other than photography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our tree is up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139390660483915890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1LIk3gaoHI/AAAAAAAABeE/8nWEgaiG29I/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nico was super excited to participate this year and we had a total blast watching him. I guess it's really the first year that he really gets what the holiday season is all about. The whole Santa thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; trees, stockings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our tree. Every year I moan and groan at the thought of dragging everything up from the basement and putting it all together. This year was no different. However, once it's all up and out, the house looks so pretty and I simply love the glow that the tree gives the entire downstairs at night. There's something so peaceful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, our tree seems to be covered with ball ornaments. We had some break over the summer while little people, who shall remain nameless, were rummaging around in the basement. We bought some new ball ornaments during the week and came to realize that we didn't really lose as much as I thought we had. So now...we have a tree full of sparkly ball ornaments and not too much of anything else. As a relatively new family, our goal is to buy a new ornament each year for us and all the kids -- something that represents us/them for the year. That way, when we're old and grey, and the children have families and trees of their own, they also have the ornaments that we had for them when they were little. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139392503024885890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1LKQHgaoII/AAAAAAAABeM/I3l8XJgKSoY/s400/ornaments+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Out of the whole putting-together-the-tree experience though, my absolute favorite is getting to watch the kids put the star on the tree. This year was Nico's turn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139393873119453330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1LLf3gaoJI/AAAAAAAABeY/EopiuYDvi-M/s400/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, that's it...a recap of my week. It's off to shovel freshly fallen snow, make more coffee and clean out Nico's closet (UGH!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5052711787686598499?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5052711787686598499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5052711787686598499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5052711787686598499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5052711787686598499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-week.html' title='in a week...'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R1LIk3gaoHI/AAAAAAAABeE/8nWEgaiG29I/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5436685998747506643</id><published>2007-11-25T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:27.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me, photography is about capturing the essence of a family or individual. I watch them as they go about life, snapping at what seems to be the most inconsequential event, yet it's something that totally describes their being. It's about preserving a little piece of time in order to be able to retell its story in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographing a family is extremely special for me -- it reminds me of the roots of my family and the branches that have been created as we each grow. I'm thrilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I get asked by a family to capture them so that their story can be told through photographs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this afternoon with a totally cute "new" family. They had yet to have their family photographed and I am totally thankful to be the photographer that got to do the honors. Their newest addition to the family was beyond cute. So loved by his parents -- the total apple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; eye...and so awesome to photograph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0nTkn_wRgI/AAAAAAAABEY/bMCWEr_zILc/s1600-h/Gerstberger+Family+616+EDITED+WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136869476157900290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0nTkn_wRgI/AAAAAAAABEY/bMCWEr_zILc/s400/Gerstberger+Family+616+EDITED+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0nTQH_wReI/AAAAAAAABEI/c2FTY_Zjimk/s1600-h/Gerstberger+Family+126+EDITED+WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136869123970581986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0nTQH_wReI/AAAAAAAABEI/c2FTY_Zjimk/s400/Gerstberger+Family+126+EDITED+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys, thanks for letting me spend the afternoon with you! Enjoy your sneak peek! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;**ETA** The slideshow from our morning together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5145807324990150465%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3Dow0XYZYFq-c" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5436685998747506643?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5436685998747506643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5436685998747506643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5436685998747506643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5436685998747506643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/party-of-3.html' title='Party of 3'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0nTkn_wRgI/AAAAAAAABEY/bMCWEr_zILc/s72-c/Gerstberger+Family+616+EDITED+WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1278610847217076817</id><published>2007-11-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:27.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was their mom and dad's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary AND they hadn't all been together in what seemed an endless amount of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked if I would photograph this family of 17...on Thanksgiving day...I was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt;. But then, when I heard how this was the first time in a long time that they would all be together and that it was going to be a surprise for mom and dad's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary, I just knew I had to be there in order to document it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tightness of this family is incredible. It was awesome to watch their dynamics. They were also very warm and hospitable to me...to the point that I helped make the gravy that would accompany their Thanksgiving meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome morning and I'm totally thankful that I was there to capture the moment for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136930967204677138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0oLf3_wRhI/AAAAAAAABEg/u_GhF370g7M/s400/Brown+Family+138+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ETA* A slideshow from our morning together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5145683531147775297%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DzBdRNH3TRr8"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1278610847217076817?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1278610847217076817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1278610847217076817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1278610847217076817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1278610847217076817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/party-of-17.html' title='Party of 17'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0oLf3_wRhI/AAAAAAAABEg/u_GhF370g7M/s72-c/Brown+Family+138+WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4957450342978729911</id><published>2007-11-22T14:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:27.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From our home to yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135745994317645266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0XVxX_wRdI/AAAAAAAABEA/Idx_5QRUcsk/s400/longwood+gardens+428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4335656397634469635-4957450342978729911?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4957450342978729911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4957450342978729911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4957450342978729911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4957450342978729911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0XVxX_wRdI/AAAAAAAABEA/Idx_5QRUcsk/s72-c/longwood+gardens+428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1849436365397282215</id><published>2007-11-20T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:28.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaring Eagle Running Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0MapX_wRcI/AAAAAAAABD4/qumKE6rZThY/s1600-h/soaring+eagles+running+tiger+071+EDITED2+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134977298250876354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0MapX_wRcI/AAAAAAAABD4/qumKE6rZThY/s400/soaring+eagles+running+tiger+071+EDITED2+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the Indian name given to him at school in celebration of Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1849436365397282215?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1849436365397282215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1849436365397282215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1849436365397282215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1849436365397282215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/soaring-eagle-running-tiger.html' title='Soaring Eagle Running Tiger'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0MapX_wRcI/AAAAAAAABD4/qumKE6rZThY/s72-c/soaring+eagles+running+tiger+071+EDITED2+BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5541690423361826047</id><published>2007-11-19T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:28.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in the backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday we went to lunch and as I looked out the restaurant window, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredulously&lt;/span&gt; I asked, "is that snow?!" With a grimace, Mike responded, "yes...the gloom of winter has arrived."  He's so the winter gloom cloud -- loves this type of weather.  Being the Floridian that I am, the winter months bum me out a little bit since the sun rarely peeks through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, as I looked out the window, there it was again...snow...in full force. I looked over to the right of the yard and felt a little cheated as I saw that our tree still had it's bright yellow fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt; on its branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134931256201463218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0LwxX_wRbI/AAAAAAAABDw/IVetuwQnf-4/s400/fallinthebackyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, while it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the start of the snowy season, I'm framing the picture posted and putting it on my desk so that it can remind me of the fall I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jipped&lt;/span&gt; out of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5541690423361826047?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5541690423361826047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5541690423361826047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5541690423361826047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5541690423361826047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall-in-backyard.html' title='Fall in the backyard'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R0LwxX_wRbI/AAAAAAAABDw/IVetuwQnf-4/s72-c/fallinthebackyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-9050436389101327526</id><published>2007-11-13T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:28.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's not a morning person by any means. Quite like his father in that respect. Don't even bother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acknowledging&lt;/span&gt; him within the first hour of him opening his eyes. He won't bother acknowledging you unless it's with a grunt questioning why you woke him from his slumber or why you're not moving fast enough to get him his requested breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was quite surprised when I managed to get this face from him the other morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132408729221725202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/Rzn6i-tf_BI/AAAAAAAAA-I/3U4Bcbb874s/s400/cold+morning+and+the+park+003+EDITED+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we got in the car, started on our way to school...I started chatting, looked in the rear view mirror and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132410305474722882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/Rzn7-utf_EI/AAAAAAAAA-c/QjEhlInXtj0/s400/cold+morning+and+the+park+006+EDITED+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The morning imp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-9050436389101327526?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/9050436389101327526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=9050436389101327526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9050436389101327526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/9050436389101327526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/morning.html' title='The morning'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/Rzn6i-tf_BI/AAAAAAAAA-I/3U4Bcbb874s/s72-c/cold+morning+and+the+park+003+EDITED+BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-2331622727421667484</id><published>2007-11-12T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:29.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of 7 and some pooches too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the awesome pleasure of meeting up with this family of 7 at &lt;a href="http://valleyforgepark.org/"&gt;Valley Forge Park&lt;/a&gt;. Not only were the sweet and amazing to work with, their cutie hounds were extremely well behaved...probably something to do with the plethora of treats that they recieved during the shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peek for Jenn, who organized the whole shoot for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132014846360943554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RziUT-tf-8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/kQRKC33RLgs/s400/Vogt+Family+261+EDITED+TEXTURE+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and the pups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132014940850224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RziUZetf-_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/MZORdm9F-Rc/s400/Vogt+Family+221+EDITED+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132014859245845458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RziUUutf-9I/AAAAAAAAA70/IE7itLvXwdU/s400/Vogt+Family+225+EDITED+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132014919375387618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RziUYOtf--I/AAAAAAAAA78/qQQmol4wGWU/s400/Vogt+Family+230+EDITED+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-2331622727421667484?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2331622727421667484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=2331622727421667484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2331622727421667484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/2331622727421667484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/party-of-7-and-some-pooches-too.html' title='Party of 7 and some pooches too'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RziUT-tf-8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/kQRKC33RLgs/s72-c/Vogt+Family+261+EDITED+TEXTURE+WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1091102478145412797</id><published>2007-11-12T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:16:15.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been completely overwhelmed with the amount of entries that I recieved to the contest. Holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading through the entries that were submitted one of them really stood out to me...mostly because I can totally relate to it. As a mom, I'm rarely on the other side of the camera. I'm the one taking the picture 99.9% of the time. And that 1%, well, let's just say that make-up and hair have to be just right. Which is really horrible. I should take more pictures with the kids and just be in more pictures more often. It's a promise I'm making to myself...be in pictures more...despite the hair and make-up bit. Just grab a kid and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I wholeheartedly encourge all moms (and dads and grandparents) to do the same. Relinquish control of the camera and say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the winner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gberger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashlynne&lt;/a&gt; has this cutie patootie of a 7 month old baby boy and has yet to have a family picture -- aside from candid ones taking shortly after her cutie was born. She's the mom that takes the pictures...just like me! I can't wait to take pictures of her family for her...not to mention sneak some shots of her little boy! Congrats, Ashlynne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1091102478145412797?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1091102478145412797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1091102478145412797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1091102478145412797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1091102478145412797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-6918712887913511008</id><published>2007-11-08T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:29.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I was going through some old pictures and came across these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Circa 1976ish (my sisters would know better since I was obvioulsy a wee babe in the middle of Disney World)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518398150638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzNDTOtf-7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/uwRp2MVkhVk/s400/contest+002+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and this one...circa 1980? I think I was maybe all of 5 years old on my way to visit my godparents in Madrid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzNDS-tf-6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/eIcsEu68TLI/s1600-h/contest+001+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518393855671202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzNDS-tf-6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/eIcsEu68TLI/s400/contest+001+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, family pictures. And really, these two are two of four family pictures that I think my family has all together. And while they crack me up because I remember small details of these pictures -- like I think I have that funky shirt my sister, Cary, is wearing in the second picture, somewhere in my closet. (I thought it was the coolest thing while I was in high school because, you know, it was retro!) -- I think it's totally sad that these are the only complete family pictures that we are ever going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally wish that we could have had one professional one before my mom passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason that I decided to devote my time to my photography is family and the roots of our family. Good, bad or indifferent, it's where we come from and in the end, what we have to call our own. Preserving our family and its history is what continues from generation to generation and it's what I try to accomplish everyday, whether it be by journaling in my kids' journals, scrapbooking a page in their album or taking pictures -- tons of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of preserving family momentos, I am having a contest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a picture of yourself, your family, your child(ren), your grandchild(ren) or even your friend and tell me why you, or your child(ren), or your grandchild(ren) or your friend should have a fresh, new and updated photo shoot done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner will recieve a free photo session with me and a free 11x14 print from their session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll pick a winner on Sunday so spread the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EDITED:  The best way to get your photos to me would be to email them to me...my email address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:isabel@isabelmarchphotography.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;isabel@isabelmarchphotography.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-6918712887913511008?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6918712887913511008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=6918712887913511008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6918712887913511008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/6918712887913511008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/contest.html' title='A contest'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzNDTOtf-7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/uwRp2MVkhVk/s72-c/contest+002+EDITED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-4678204193607863958</id><published>2007-11-06T18:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:32.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD4f5kyCHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LmlEllnRN_c/s1600-h/McCandless+Bunch+037+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129873202489722994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD4f5kyCHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LmlEllnRN_c/s400/McCandless+Bunch+037+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the momma of 4 kids I can totally relate to the mom in this family. This shoot was just as if I were taking my own brood out for pictures...crazy and rambunctious and loud and a total blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are...well...boys. Very handsome young men that just wouldn't sit still for a picture without adding moose ears to the poor soul next to them -- as evidenced by the following outake shots.  They added a total sense of excitment to the afternoon and we pretty much laughed our way through the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129877656370808962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD8jJkyCII/AAAAAAAAA4k/YhR0MQezMPY/s400/McCandless+Bunch+021+OUTTAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129877664960743570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD8jpkyCJI/AAAAAAAAA4s/rqBVGTFXbh8/s400/McCandless+Bunch+023+OUTTAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I figured that as long as I kept hitting the shutter button, something good would come out. And really, these boys couldn't be more handsome. Myspace girls' moms, beware! These boys are as charming as they are cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129878704342829250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD9gJkyCMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/bmQQFkr5ceQ/s400/McCandless+Bunch+117+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129878695752894626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD9fpkyCKI/AAAAAAAAA40/xe-CVzmh74s/s400/McCandless+Bunch+111+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129879915523606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD-mpkyCOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ANxfIiqoDIE/s400/McCandless+Bunch+112+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then there's the little lady of the crew. So sweet and tolerant of her older brothers...and can so totally hold her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129879344292956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD-FZkyCNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/QUKOzfdSlX4/s400/McCandless+Bunch+116+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our two hours went by super fast -especially considering that we managed to get way off course during our hike in the middle of &lt;a href="http://peacevalleynaturecenter.org/"&gt;Peace Valley Park&lt;/a&gt;. The afternoon lent itself for some amazing scenery and a fun time by all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129881710819936498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzEAPJkyCPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/X7-B7k4dwLg/s400/McCandless+Bunch+042+EDITED+WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, thanks so much for a crazy afternoon! I had a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITED: Here's a slideshow of my wild and crazy afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5129752574038246641%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DkxSTo9EYg_Q" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-4678204193607863958?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4678204193607863958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=4678204193607863958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4678204193607863958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/4678204193607863958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/party-of-6.html' title='Party of 6'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RzD4f5kyCHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LmlEllnRN_c/s72-c/McCandless+Bunch+037+EDITED+BW+WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-5015579179719349953</id><published>2007-11-01T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:34.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every year it starts with the pumkin...Nico picks the theme, I visualize his concept and Mike carves it out. This year was no different, however, this year I will spare you the visuals of pumpkin innerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127959141724324978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/Ryorq5kyBHI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rKTdMnVsfls/s400/halloweenie+062+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127959111659553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyorpJkyBGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PPI_eHEdzqk/s400/halloweenie+054+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127959146019292290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyorrJkyBII/AAAAAAAAArE/sUu-sPN3cok/s400/halloweenie+076+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that rather than prolonging Nico's agony of having to wait til I was done photographing him before he could go out trick o' treating, I'd get him to dress up the day before in order to get some shots of him in his costume. He loved the fact that his costume came out of hiding and that he was able to wear it for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyotN5kyBLI/AAAAAAAAArc/RJ3ArJNMQnE/s1600-h/halloweenie+093+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960842531374258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyotN5kyBLI/AAAAAAAAArc/RJ3ArJNMQnE/s400/halloweenie+093+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127959180379030690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyortJkyBKI/AAAAAAAAArU/2k5tDiwr-P8/s400/halloweenie+090+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127959167494128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyorsZkyBJI/AAAAAAAAArM/D1HKw7dOg9w/s400/halloweenie+084+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also super stoked that on Halloween day he got to wear his costume to school and show it off to all his buddies. His Halloween parade was really cute and the kids were able to get a sampling of what trick o' treating was going to be like later on in the evening as they were able to get treats from the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960881186079954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyotQJkyBNI/AAAAAAAAArs/Oo96aruo5sQ/s400/halloweenie+109+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960889776014562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyotQpkyBOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8AHBVgfqDd8/s400/halloweenie+128+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so diggin' on the pirate's expression in this picture. Totally cracked me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, while all the other dad's (all 3 that were there) wore suits and ties, Mike was sportin' his favorite shirt of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyotPpkyBMI/AAAAAAAAArk/Cd7aOjV9sBo/s1600-h/halloweenie+103+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960872596145346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyotPpkyBMI/AAAAAAAAArk/Cd7aOjV9sBo/s400/halloweenie+103+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the night I decided to take off my photographer's hat and just enjoy the night as a mom. Both Nico and Syd dragged home bags full of chocolatey goodness and enjoyed themselves this halloweenie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-5015579179719349953?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5015579179719349953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=5015579179719349953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5015579179719349953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/5015579179719349953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloweenie-recap.html' title='Halloweenie Recap'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/Ryorq5kyBHI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rKTdMnVsfls/s72-c/halloweenie+062+EDITED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-8868957544651857936</id><published>2007-11-01T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:27:31.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mr. and Miss of Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=tp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564252062573&amp;site=widget-6d.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=tp&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564252062573&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p1/432345564252062573/tp_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=tp&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564252062573&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p2/432345564252062573/tp_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4335656397634469635-8868957544651857936?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8868957544651857936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=8868957544651857936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8868957544651857936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/8868957544651857936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-and-miss-of-steel_4574.html' title='The Mr. and Miss of Steel'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-345266374815053259</id><published>2007-10-31T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:35.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Pink with my two sisters in mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyibtiIqO5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/NQWdTHVaAQo/s1600-h/everyone%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127519382320855954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyibtiIqO5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/NQWdTHVaAQo/s400/everyone%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am the youngest of 4. The one with the funky white hair clip very circa 1990. Among the members of my family are my two amazing sisters whom without them I would not be the person that I am today (they are the ones circled in green). To say that I think the world of them would be an understatement. It's taken me a while to compose this blog entry because I wanted to come up with something so profound that it would touch everyone that reads it, however, I've come to the determination that there really are no words to describe them and everything that they have endured and survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is breast cancer awareness month and it's really a topic that hits hom&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e. Both of my sisters were diagnosed with breast cancer within two years of each other. Both went through immense pain, both went through the fear of "what's going to happen to me...to my children", but far more importantly, both survived. And honestly, I can't thank my lucky stars enough to still have them in my life...to talk to, to laugh with, to fight with, just have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127521491149798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyidoSIqO6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/wdeo3Fjf-Iw/s400/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I came across the &lt;a href="http://www.thinkpinkphotography.org/website/"&gt;Think Pink Photography&lt;/a&gt; organization, I immediately knew that it was something that I needed to be a part of. They are a foundation that serves two main purposes -- celebrating life and supporting the cause for those individuals and their families who have been touched by breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I thought I could help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As a participating photographer, I am pleased to offer a complimentary photography session to anyone diagnosed with breast cancer or who has completed treatment in the last 12 months. In addition to your session, you will also receive (20) complimentary 5x7 prints and a discount off any additional purchases. It's my goal to be available to document the fight before or during treatment or to celebrate the victory when treatment is completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is immeasurable the amount of love I have for my sisters. To me, there was nothing more helpless than watching them go through something so life altering and painful and not be able to do much. By partnering with Think Pink I hope to at least be able to do something thoughtful for someone else...at least in an effort to make my sisters proud. Lord knows that I am extremely proud of them. &lt;strong&gt;I love you both! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-345266374815053259?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/345266374815053259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=345266374815053259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/345266374815053259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/345266374815053259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/10/thinking-pink-with-my-two-sisters-in.html' title='Thinking Pink with my two sisters in mind'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyibtiIqO5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/NQWdTHVaAQo/s72-c/everyone%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-7101702405544199370</id><published>2007-10-28T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:51:02.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dana + Micah: Slideshow</title><content type='html'>From the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fisabelmarchphotography%2Falbumid%2F5126443703466604641%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D9W6f0Ygsp_c" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-7101702405544199370?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7101702405544199370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=7101702405544199370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7101702405544199370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/7101702405544199370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/10/dana-micah-slideshow.html' title='Dana + Micah: Slideshow'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335656397634469635.post-1101793262633606630</id><published>2007-10-26T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:35.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have issues....</title><content type='html'>...and I know that my sister is saying right now, "dude, that's SUCH an understatement!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning as I was editing pictures and catching up on my &lt;a href="http://popsugar.com/"&gt;Popsugar&lt;/a&gt; gossip, I looked over at my scrapbooking table and nearly fell out of my chair. Really, I'm not messy by any means...things in my life have to be at a 90 degree angle at all times. I follow the motto "a place for everything and everything in it's place." But seriously, my scrapbooking area? Not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125644564671641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyHykyIqOEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MysvZJigAhU/s400/issues+007+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125644590441445458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyHymSIqOFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/1Bz9i2ohBik/s400/issues+008+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In my defense though...at least I'm doing something and not just letting the thousands of dollars in product collect dust : ) ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335656397634469635-1101793262633606630?l=isabelmarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1101793262633606630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335656397634469635&amp;postID=1101793262633606630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1101793262633606630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335656397634469635/posts/default/1101793262633606630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelmarch.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-issues.html' title='I have issues....'/><author><name>Isabel March Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778666141810895191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/R-kaHTEJWmI/AAAAAAAAEjU/5orQjWs0TcM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI8S_sGd14c/RyHykyIqOEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MysvZJigAhU/s72-c/issues+007+EDITED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
