Misty and Jeff

I Can Hear My Neurons

Some people think I'm crazy, especially a doctor or two, because I can hear my neurons firing in my left ear. If I get a tickle or itch on the inside of my right thigh, I hear what sounds like Morse code in my left ear. It has happened for as long as I can remember. So to prove I'm not crazy, it was happening today, so I had Sue put her ear up to my ear to see if she can hear it. So what does this prove? Well if you walked into the room and saw my wife and I connected by the ear and our explanation was that we were listening to my neurons firing, I think it would only prove that I actually am crazy. I'm going to invent a device that can hear what I'm hearing and record it.
It could be worse though. At least I don't involuntarily shout out "Cuckoo!" every time I get an itch on my thigh. Now that would be embarrassing.

New Albums

Our first shipments of leather Platinum Series albums are starting to come in. With the combination of contemporary styling and the classic look of leather, these books are finished with a custom photographic box adding to it's appeal. Here is a sneak peak.

Remembering Dad

Eight years. It doesn't seem possible that my Dad has been gone eight years. His presence is still so palpable. The memories are still there. They are not fading, but they are morphing into a ball of happiness. Instead of millions of individual memories, they are mushing together and the general thought of Dad is just a warm fuzzy feeling remembering all the happy and quirky moments. He definitely had quirks, but they are what made him he was. If you didn't know my Dad, no words can illustrate how great he was. If you did know him, no words are necessary.

We lit a memorial candle for him today and took turns telling a Dad memory. Mine was from our trip to Wisconsin when I was 15. It was just the two of us on the open road, exploring the state. We initially went there for the EAA Air Show in Oshkosh, but after three days of it, we got restless and went out exploring. Our adventures took us many places, including becoming a pit crew for a low budget stock car team at a local speedway one night. We learned how to do emergency brake turns with our rented Camaro at 50 mph on the open farm roads. (Sorry Hertz) He would wake me up in the morning by sneaking up on me (not hard to do with someone who is sound asleep) and launching me out of bed with one quick push.

He may have died at 62 years old, but he wasn't a day over 12. Some people never grow up and we're all better people for it. I miss him so much.

Double Value Gift Certificate Sale

Cyber Monday is cool, but let's make this for the entire month of December. Beginning November 30 and continuing through Christmas Day, we will be offering "Buy One, Get One Free" Gift Certificates or "Double Value" on one certificate. The gift certificates are for new sessions only and will be valid from January 1st, 2010 through April 30, 2010. The certificates are good toward sessions and product orders. After April 30, 2010 the certificates are still good, they are just at face value. Call the studio at 585-393-9242 to purchase a certificate which comes tastefully wrapped for immediate giving.

Curling Up With a Good Book

I've listened to a few audio books this year and have done my fair share of reading online as well, however nothing can replace the joy of curling up with a good book. There's something about a book that's so satisfying. Maybe it's the smell and feel of the pages, or the feel of the hard cover. Holding a book is so full of promise. It's filled with knowledge or adventures in a different world or time.
When I went down to visit Caren in New York, I had one of those surreal, timeless moments that could have taken place in a different era. I was curled up on her Shabby Chic couch in her Harlem brownstone apartment. Antique woodwork lined the ceiling and walls. The windows faced into the center courtyard with the glow of the other apartment windows taking over for the dark blue of the dusk sky. The wall in front of me was lined with books from edge to edge five rows tall. I had a book of short stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald in hand, and for a moment, I was just there. None of the daily fixes that I'm normally addicted mattered, such as my e-mail, Facebook, the Internet, etc... It was just me, the book and the room. Cars rushed by along 121st street. Distant sirens, horns and the subway could be heard muffled through the windows, adding to the coziness of being wrapped in a blanket inside. As the city rushed by outside, my little piece of the world stood frozen in time.

Card Designs

We are unveiling ten new Holiday Card designs for this season. When placing your order for cards, reference the desired design by the name beneath it. The text can be customized to say what you want it to. Order your cards by December 15th to ensure Christmas delivery.

Baby Frost

Bright Joy

Classic Scroll

Copper

Frost

Holiday Repeat

Hot Pink Dots

Red Scrolls

Whimsical

Winter Blues

Let the Season Begin

It seems that the holiday season begins earlier and earlier every year. The radio stations playing Christmas music 24/7 begin shortly after Halloween this year. The season doesn't officially begin though until we do our Santa photos. We had the jolly fellow at our studio this past weekend. We had a great time, with kids of every age taking advantage of our more intimate sessions with Santa. Here are just a handful of the 2000+ images we shot this weekend.

Speaking of Gratitude

I can't believe I forgot to announce this and say Thank You to Ellen for redesigning my website. A few weeks ago we launched the complete makeover of Cheslerphoto.com. My web designer, Ellen, from Lake Effects Web Design, worked tirelessly to redesign the look of our site, including a complete makeover of the image galleries with much larger photos. Check it out.

Hey Baby!