2009 was, pretty much without a doubt, the best and craziest year of my life. It wasn’t the easiest, but I had ridiculous amounts of fun living it.
Snapshots:
I acquired a number of colorful shirts while playing on several kickball and dodgeball teams in the winter, spring, and summer.
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Early April found me on the slopes, taking pictures of a coworker’s son snowboarding in exchange for a free lift ticket and rental, and also managing to hurt myself pretty badly after doing a faceplant into a mountain. Whoops.
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Later in the month, I headed to the California Auto Museum for a photo workshop, and lots of drooling over lovely classic cars.
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In May, I went to the Gladding, McBean factory with a photo group to take lots of pretty pictures.

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June brought my school’s graduation, which I had a really good time photographing.
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In September, I was a fairly busy bee. Besides the school year gearing up, I went on a number of adventures:
I jumped out of a plane,
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went to the Reno Balloon Races,
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and hit up the Sacramento Zoo a second year in a row for their free zoo day.
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Travel:
I also got to satisfy my itchy travel feet a bit in 2009! In August I went to London… and I just now realized that I never did write blog posts up on that trip… whoops!
To be fair, I wasn’t really thrilled with most of my pictures. Alas.
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On the same trip, I also went to Amsterdam.
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In November, I went on an absolutely awesome trip to Italy with two of my favorite people.
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And last but not least, I bought a ticket to fly to Dublin next summer, on the first leg of a trip I’ve wanted to take more or less since I was 16:
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Death and Life:
In June, I had to say goodbye to my kitty, Stein. I miss him tons.
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Because life just isn’t the same without a cat hogging the bed, I decided it’d take two beasties to compensate for Stein. So I adopted two feral kittens–Jem and Scout.
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I think that’s more or less it for 2009! In my next post, I’ll post what I felt were my best shots of 2009.
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One Comment
I like play of light on the car dash. Even if i don’t care for classic cars.