I’ve had one of those weeks where personal blogging just didn’t happen. A few professional blog posts made it to print though, and you should to go look at them, because they make me especially proud.

Here and Here

There was a problem with my work professionally – the photos coming out of my camera were good but not measuring up to the photos in my head – and I didn’t know how to fix it until it came to me in a dream that the camera settings could be different. When I woke up, I reconfigured my camera and immediately noticed a huge difference. Huge to me, anyway; no one else probably notices, but I’m so excited! How cool is it that my brain solved a problem for me in my sleep?

These photos are from several weeks ago (it takes a while for a shoot to make it to the blog), and I think I’ve gotten even better since I started using my new technique.

I love making art!

Last week when I was in LA I hopped into the studio with one of my favorite podcasts, The Because Show which was RIDICULOUSLY EXCITING as I spend most of the time I’m listening to them in my headphones wishing that I could pipe in.

We talked about Life Lists, music, and loosing my religion; listen here. (A word to the faint of heart, there is NORMAL swearing, and both sex and orgasms are acknowledged somewhere in there, too.)

Thanks Susan, Jerilyn and Amy for having me! I’ll see you guys in New York soon, ok? We’ll get crack pie at Momofuku.

I am honored and excited to announce that I am going to be a Community Leader in Photography at this year’s BlissDom conference! It’s in Nashville, 23-25 Februray.

Are you going? Come hug me, ok? I’m going to need one several.

So, how has your new year been thusly? Me? I jumped off a cliff.

Specifically, I rented a photography studio which felt scary and brave and very “jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down” a la Bradbury. (I might never forgive Gavin for sending me that quote a few months ago. It’s made me too brave.)

The “studio” is actually a tiny apartment near ours; it has more soul than a traditional office space and the location makes it ideal. I got the keys and locked myself in, looking around and figuring out what would go where, letting inspiration and possibility swirl around me. Eventually I wound up sprawled on the floor of the empty living room,  watching the sun slide across the hardwood floor in slanted patches. I was half-basking and half-waiting for “the adults” to come in and tell me to get out.

I chewed my lip.

The light hit the tip of my sneaker. I got calm. I freaked out. The light slid into my lap and touched my chin. I got calm again.

Now I am somewhere in between.

Have I bitten off more than I can chew or is this just the push I needed to inspire “business bigger“? I genuinely have no idea, but I feel blessed beyond measure that I have a life partner who cheers for me constantly, and that so many friends believe in me, too. The encouragement makes for some amazing wing glue.

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Ah, this week was a good one. I had two elopements at City Hall, both couples that were in New York to get married because they are not allowed to where they are from. The ladies from Nevada told me that the second they stepped off the plane at home, their marriage would be invalid, so they were going to walk around New York City enjoying legal wife-and-wife status while they could.

And my heart broke.

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I had a moment this week, walking to my second wedding from the subway, where I wished I could photograph myself and send the shot back to me at seventeen. (Sadly, there is no app for that.)

I would like to show her that the inkling she’s recently gotten – that gay people are not wrong and sinful and in need of religious conversion like everyone around her is saying – has blossomed into a full-on conviction (and then mellowed into a matter of course of thought, so much so that when people make a stand against gay people, they are easily dismissed with a mere head shake). That she owns a business, and has business in Manhattan if you can believe it. That she is wearing designer boots, gotten on sale, but designer boots none the less! She would have liked to know all this.

Happy weekend.

Oh, Camp Mighty. It’s hard to explain what it is because it is so much more than words can tell, but basically it was a weekend where we brought our Life Lists and focused on accomplishing things. From the website:

The objective is to improve your life until it cannot be further improved…The retreat gives you time to think about what you want, a team to help, and a pool. For floating.

Camp Mighty was a larger version of the Mighty Summit I went to last year, a life-changing event, as it was what started my business in earnest and what helped me realize on a visceral level that living epically is totally possible, even for little old me.

This year’s event brought into focus that I’m in a Good Place right now. My Life List is chugging along; I have successfully created the space for doing Amazing Things. The time is there, the room is there, the fortitude to press onward and accomplish is there. That didn’t come easily, but my 2010 goal of making my lifestyle such that I could Life List as I wanted was accomplished.

And it feels SO GOOD.

“So, Amber,” I asked. “What now?” Because, ok, excellent, but one can’t stop.

The larger conference was broken down into four teams; we met together and were encouraged to share five things with the group that we wanted to accomplish. Here are my picks, and if you can help with any of them, get in touch, please. It would be so nice of you.

• Holi color fight.
• Hike in Hawaii, jump off a cliff, and yell “Geronimo!”
• Officiate a wedding ceremony.
• Fly kites in a group of friends.
• Be in a book club.

They’re all “doing cool stuff” things because that’s where I am right now: I want to have FUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN! Wouldn’t you know: I was seated a few chairs over from two ladies who live in Maui – one of who is building a guest house.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Amber, and I make an excellent house guest.”

“See you this spring?” she said. “I know a cliff you can jump off of.” (Later that evening we decided capes should also be involved.)

Someone else had “have a professional portrait of myself taken”, and, of course, I had my camera. The only thing cooler than having someone help you with a Life List item is to help someone else yourself. (A lot of people had this on their list, actually, but between timing and the rain, I didn’t get to snap as many faces as I’d have liked.)

Best parts: hugging people who have inspired me. And hugging people I’ve inspired. (So much inspiration!) And rocking out to the TonTons (plus chatting with the singer between sets – she’s adorable). And drinking champagne in the hot tub while chatting with super smart ladies. And the speakers. And dancing my ass off at the space-themed dance party, in my pretty space-themed dress. And soaking up the sun poolside. And road tripping with three hilarious gals from LA to Palm Springs, with a pit stop at In-N-Out (as one does when one is from the east coast and lands in California).

(My dress is from here.) (I totally brought my one-frillion dollar camera into the hot tub. I was careful. The photos were worth it. Don’t judge me.)

I did end up floating in that pool, too, alone on Friday night, with the rain in my face and my body warmed up by the hot tub. It was incredible, and an excellent way to think, by the way, should you have the opportunity.

“What next? What bigger? What more?” I whispered these questions to myself softly, but heard them loudly because my ears and my lungs were both underwater. You want to know what popped into my head?

Adventure. Business bigger.

That’s it.

Everyone who has heard the details of AMP growing the past year is astounded at the trajectory, but I still want more. I decided, as the pool wormed its way into my ear canal, that I will be consciously unafraid of making more money and getting more business. (It is terribly difficult to be consciously unafraid when your stomach is in knots.) I will take on larger, longer weddings, I will stop dragging my feet about offering customers prints and albums. And I will have more adventures, because those are rad, and I deserve them.

You all know me by now; you know I do not believe the “Universe speaks to us” or anything like that, but goddamn if there isn’t an unprecedented inquiry for a 120 person wedding sitting in my inbox as of 9:30 am Tuesday morning.

So I will open myself to adventure and success this year.

Oh man oh man. Here I go.

I’m going to attempt NaBloPoMo for the (fourth?) time this year, but no promises; mama’s got a business to run. Speaking of which, here’s something that’s a bit of a bummer: I missed the first anniversary of my starting a business. My very first paying client was in October 2010. (It was on the way home from that photo shoot that I fell over onto my hand and borked it. My hand is fine, thank goodness, but there’s still a scar on my knee, which I’ve made peace with. It’s a reminder to not be stupid.)

A whole year! It feels like I’ve come so far, and am still only just beginning.

This post is brought to you by the all-new 2012 Chevy Sonic.

Here is Patrice and I posing in front of the new Chevy Sonic hatchback. We are cute.

I’ve never gone to Comic Con; I’m nerdy, sure, but it’s not exactly my people. Still, when Chevy offered to send me and a few other bloggers, I jumped at the chance. It was so fun! I just wandered around the show floor, but if I go again I’m heading to the panels. Stan Lee gave a talk; he is probably the most beloved story teller for our generation, and I’m bummed that I missed him.

We met with the Chevy reps for breakfast to learn about the 2012 Sonics, a car designed for the “Millennial generation”. There were a dozen of them lined up outside, and after the presentation we were instructed to pair up and take them for a spin around Manhattan.

“Wait.” I said, “I just get in and go? You’re going to let me take this cute little car around?”

One of the corporate reps laughed. “Yes!” she said. “Have fun!”

Awesome.

There are two kinds of Sonics: hatchback and sedan. Rob and I are still loving our 2007 Chevy HHR which they sadly don’t make any more, but if we were in the market for a new car we’d likely go for the more practical sedan. Still, when it came time to test drive, he wanted to try the sportier hatchback. Boys.

“Ok,” I said. “But I’m driving it first!”

It has pep, and I was loving zipping down the West Side Highway (disclaimer: at a safe speed! Don’t worry, ye corporate titans who let me drive your fancy new car.) Rob took over for the second half of the ride, and I took photos. Here he is driving.

Here is the dashboard, which we both adored because it has two side pockets that we declared “burrito holders” (if not for burritos, I don’t know what.)

And we made out in it. It is perfect for kissing at red lights. That’s journalism!

Then we headed into Comic Con.

The costumed masses were what I was most looking forward to, and they didn’t disappoint. I was so enthralled that I actually forgot to take photos – except for this one of a little Flash playing Just Dance 3.

There were some overly sexy ladies that were eye-roll worthy, but most people had a good WHOLESOME time with it. (I’m such a prude.) You can see some photos here if you’re curious.

Thanks for the fun day, Chevy!

If you’re in New York City tonight looking for something to do, you might want to swing by the Cupcakes and Dates Charity auction hosted by a few of my lovely friends. They’re auctioning off dates with bachelors and bachelorettes to the highest bidder, and all the money raised goes to the American Cancer Society.

You can also bid on ME! The winning bidder’s “date” will be a one hour photoshoot package. (although if you bid big, I might throw in a little something extra. No promises… but I totally don’t have a gag reflex. What? It’s for charity.)

There will be a bake sale element, too, and trust me – I know some of the people who are baking for it, and they turn out some quality goods.

If you want to go but you don’t know anyone, text me at 424-226-2378 to say that you’re coming and Rob and I will meet you out front so you don’t even have to walk in solo. We will hang out for the evening, ok?

Ok!

Necessary info:

“Cupcakes & Dates” charity event

The Pressbox
932 2nd Avenue (corner of 50th & 2nd Ave)

7-11 pm

The SCAR Project by fashion photographer David Jay illustrates exactly why I became a photographer: there is beauty in everything and everyone, and those of us lucky enough to have fallen in love with our cameras can bring it out. Look at what I get to aspire to!

The site is LSFW, depending on how big of a douchebag your boss is.

The book is available on Amazon: The SCAR Project (Breast Cancer Is Not a Pink Ribbon) Volume 1