Let Me Take Your Photo

I've been neglecting this blog, I know.  I haven't had a chance to post lately - not for lack of photos (trust me, I have more than enough photographs) - but because I headed out of the city to the beach this last weekend and work otherwise has consumed my life.

But I'm staying up late tonight to share some photos with you.  I thought about picking some nice beach shots, in honor of my mini-vacation at the shore.  I thought about finally sharing the Porto market photos to which I keep alluding.  I thought about posting some more photos from the county fair...

But, alas, I'm tired.  Too tired to weed through those photos for the ones I like best and try to put them together in a coherent post.  But, I already had assembled these portraits of Laura, taken while we were vacationing together in Portugal.  I thought she might like to use one (or more) for a facebook profile shot.  Now she's (another) blog post. 

See what happens when you spend a lot of time with me...

And here's a neat one of the two us.

(Laura, photographed in Portugal, June 2010)

The Running Woman

This post is not so much about the photos as it is about me (though I hope you find the photos pretty).  I wanted to share something that I'm very proud of -- today, I ran my first half marathon.  I've been saying that I was going to do one for a long time, but for one reason or another, I never did it.  It's not that I was afraid of running 13.1 miles, I just couldn't get my act in gear to get it done.  But this time, at my friend Lauren's suggestion, I signed up for the More Magazine Women's Half Marathon in Central Park. 

And, today was going to be the day I did my first half, come rain or shine...

And boy did it rain.  Yesterday, of course, was simply gorgeous out.  But today, not so much.  Even before the race started, it was pouring rain.  Sheets of cold rain that my rain slicker barely kept out.  But I wasn't going to let that stop me.  Nor was I going to let the knee pain that started around mile 2 stop me.  My shoes sloshed in puddles; my running pants became ten pounds heavier as they soaked in the rain.  But I trudged on...

And after two hours and twenty seven minutes of running, I crossed the finish line. 

(a very big thanks to Lauren for running at least part of the race with me and to Rosa for greeting me, sign and all, at the end)

(nyc medal, photographed April 2010)