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Next week I have 3 days of babysitting then I am photographing the wedding of a very special couple.

I am very excited and honored to be taking the photos for the ceremony and celebration. Just like a pro! I will be sharing pics here at the request of the couple who you may know. Meccalopolis and Zyxomma's special day is approaching!

Then I have a 3 week vacation.

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“Okay, the American people are not joyful about their checkbooks. They are not joyful about inflation. They're certainly not joyful about the economy. So what in the world is she talking — what is there to be joyful about?”

She is missing the goddamn point. Story time…

When I was a kid, the town next to ours had a Fourth of July celebration which consisted of putting a junk car on top of a tower of railroad ties and burning it to the ground, along with a carnival. My mom would take her three boys to this every year even though July 4 was her birthday. We brought popcorn in a paper bag, some fruit, and a jug of lemonade, and we would sit in the car and listen to the radio and people watch. We could not afford to go on any of the rides but none of us cared. My dad did not go with us, since he was usually too drunk to do any of these things. That was our joy. My mom’s joy was seeing her three boys happy. Things can be not great or downright miserable, but you can find joy where you make it. And that is what this movement feels like to me. It’s the joy of hope and that things will get better. It’s the joy of seeing a smiling Harris and Walz, feeling how genuine they are, and the supporters maybe making people not feel so all alone and helpless as we face the onslaught of potential Fascism and constant gloom.

And goddamnit no one is taking that away from me.

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