"You load 16 megs, and whaddaya get..."

Going through some stuff the other day, I stumbled onto the Kodak memory card at left. It came with the Kodak DC4800, the first digital camera I purchased, and holds a whopping 16MB of image data. Of course, it was too small even then -- it would hold 1 uncompressed 3.1mp image, or 16 standard compressed images, or 48 images at .08mp -- but Kodak felt it was sufficient to ship with the camera.

At right is a 16GB card that I recently purchased... that's 1000 times as much data in the same space, for probably not a whole lot more money. Now, I know that's not news -- "computer memory getting more compact and cheaper" -- but it just struck me funny to see such a concrete example. But that's not what you're here to read...

In real world news, model Minxy D gave birth to a beautiful daughter this week. Congratulations Dani! We were supposed to do a photo session to document her pregnancy, but sadly, schedules never worked out... Here's a shot from our session somewhat more than 9 months ago. :)

In shadows

D in silhouette...

Among the Missing

Here's Dani modeling a couple of wardrobe items that were among what was stolen from the trunk of my car a couple weeks ago. I've tried the transparent blouse with a couple of other models, but I think these are probably the best results, so I guess it served its purpose. The poncho was $4 or so, and I'd say I got my money's worth from it, too. Wonder what the thieves are doing with them?

Like a thief in the night...

Woke up Sunday morning in a motel in sleepy little London, Ohio, to see the trunk of my car standing open. I ran out to see what had happened... apart from a little moisture from the rain, it seemed OK. My lightstands, tripod, strobe case, and a few other items were still there. Kind of had a good feeling like "aw, in this little town, it's still safe to leave a door unlocked." Not sure what had happened... I figured I'd managed to hit the trunk release button on the remote from inside without knowing it. Went about our day.

Wasn't until Orixx and I got home did she realize she was missing a small shopping bag including some clothes and costume jewelry she'd just purchased. Then I realized I was missing a "gym bag" that had a bunch of my wardrobe/props in it... and also missing are a bunch of CDs from the library, and maybe a few other things I haven't missed yet. So much for my good feeling about small town America. It quickly changed to "I've parked in some bad areas of Detroit with no incidents, but come to London, Ohio, and stuff goes missing." Also starting to wonder if the trunk had been opened by persuasion instead of on accident. And kind of bemusement at whoever took the stuff, taking maybe $150 worth of CDs and clothes and crap, and leaving about $1000 worth of gear behind. They probably got a surprise when they opened my bag... a little bondage tape, some rope, some handcuffs, some panties, some very rough looking clamps. (Not exactly the kind of stuff you file a police report about when it's stolen from your trunk.) Anyway, whoever took the stuff, I hate you and I hope you die in a fire, to borrow a phrase from Andi.

Here are a couple of the beautiful Minxy D to help lighten the mood...