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This is going to be one of those posts that has so many disclaimers you’re either going to:

{a} Get sick and tired of my blathering on and on without ever coming to the point you decide to click away. I won’t blame you.

{b} Roll your eyes and sigh. Deeply.

{c} Ask out-loud, “Is this really necessary, Ruthanne? Really?”

{d} Unsubscribe from everything pertaining to this blog and run from the room screaming. Just don’t scare the children.

Disclaimer #1: My least favorite time of day to capture shots is right smack dab in the middle of the afternoon. Right when the sun is blaring down in all its harsh and spectacular glory. The harsh lines and shadows it creates on my subject’s face irks me.

Disclaimer #2: No one asked me if this was a good time to capture this memory, so I just had to go with it. I guess I can’t schedule all memorable moments. Bummer.

Disclaimer #3: I’m not so good at shooting in manual mode when it comes to sports activities. Everything is happening so fast. Too fast for me to keep adjusting for proper exposure.

Disclaimer #4: Due to Disclaimer #3, I switched my camera over to Aperture priority mode. I still wasn’t crazy about the exposure in the shots, but at this point I was getting annoyed with myself for over-thinking and being overly dramatic. Both are tendencies which I’m known for. One more so than the other. I’ll let you decide which one.

Disclaimer #5: When it came time to post these images, I decided to batch process them in Bridge. The only drawback with that is you can’t batch run an action with a reduced opacity. It runs full throttle. Since I didn’t feel like editing each of these images individually, I’m just going to ignore the fact that many of these are blown-out/washed-out and/or generally sporting an awkward color. I encourage you to ignore it as well.

There. I’m done. I’m finally done.

::collapses onto the ground while gasping for air::

Last Sunday, my oldest went to my man and said, “Dad, the only thing I want for my birthday is a one-on-one basketball game with you.”

The following chronicles the battle between father and son.

Things started out fairly even.

::snort::

That is so not true.

My oldest started out with a bang and left my man scratching his head.

You see, at one time my man towered over my oldest. Basketball games between the two of them consisted of the older holding back for the benefit of the younger.

Times have changed.

My oldest now towers over my man. Ok. Towers may be a stretch.

There is no more holding back.

It is game on.

Complete with the male trash talking and posturing.

Please note my oldest appears to be showing my man his muscles. Would that fall under the trash talking or posturing category? Or both?

It was back and forth.

Back and forth.

With more shots making it through the hoop for the oldest than for the man.

Things were getting intense.

And then

And and then . . .

BAM!

The sweatband came out.

Obviously, with the sweatband out, that meant the game had just been taken to a whole new level.

Kind of a skeery level.

The sweatband skeers me.

In the end, the game ended with the oldest coming out the victor.

It was a sweet, sweet moment for him.

Our first night in New York was a rainy one {and an embarrassing one}. We tromped through the rain for over two hours, trying to get our bearings and searching for this little gem . . . .

FAO Schwarz.

I could have gone hog wild in that candy section. I want a Hershey’s bar that big. I could just munch on it all day.

They also have a Barbie section, Star Wars section, Harry Potter, Princess, Twilight, Muppets, Madame Alexander dolls, and on and on and on. Basically, it’s a fun place where you could spend every last dime out of your children’s piggy bank.

After drying off a little {not really}, we wound our way over to Serendipity.

I can just picture it. John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale standing out front.

We ordered the classic Frrrrrozen Hot Chocolate.

The next morning we walked down to Rockefeller Center.

It was Fire Safety day that specific day. There were NYC firefighters all over the place with excited little children running around their feet – wanting to sit in the firetrucks.

I already posted several shots from the Top of the Rock. It was a foggy day. That tall building in the center of the shot {where you can’t see the top of} is the Empire State Building.

And now I’m throwing a shot in here of my man. Thank you.

We walked down to Magnolia Bakery afterwards.

It’s a quaint little bakery. That was hoppin’ crazy. No joke.

It was also full of delectable goodies.

All my treats come out looking just. like. these.

I wanted one of everything. I even wanted this shirt they had paired with a purple tutu. I think I could’ve rocked the tutu.

Not.

What did I end up getting?

A classic. A chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting. It was oh-so moist and yummy.

Then, we hopped on the subway and got off at the World Trade Center. When we stepped out of the subway, it literally took my breath away. I can hardly believe it’s been nine years. We just stood there, not speaking and just . . . . I don’t know. Remembering. Mourning.

So much loss.

We walked through St. Paul’s Chapel across the street.

Again. Moving.

and he comes out the champ

New York City Recap {Part Four}

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