I haven’t seen Diane and Phil for way to long. We spent quite some time this past weekend trying to figure out when we’ve seen each other since our wedding… and we could not come up with a time. There was the failed attempt to get to Rehoboth last summer, and the summer before, and a few gatherings that we remembered from even longer ago. But no gatherings since September 25, 2011.

WAY TOO LONG.

I love you two. I’m so thankful for our short visit on this work trip. Let’s make it happen again, soon.

A Test Time-Lapse; or A Little Story About Love. from Erin Sutherland on Vimeo.

I found this on a compact flash card today, while we were setting up a timelapse for the coming snowstorm. Forgetting that I had already uploaded it to Vimeo when it was taken, I tried to upload it again. Silly me. I must have shared it on Facebook, because it shows up in the referrals, but I never posted it to my blog.

So here you go. Five seconds of adorable-ness from me and Scott. This was taken on March 31, 2012 in our old apartment. This is also the kinds of things we used to do before we got Amber. Now all the photos are of her.

My brother Justin is awesome. And really, really smart. First he graduated from RIT in software engineering, then he worked at the Fed for a while (which I selfishly loved, since he lived just the next town over from me), and then he went back to RIT for a master’s in game design. Now he’s graduated with a job, moved to San Francisco, and still doesn’t email me enough. (Just kidding. Kinda.)

Waiting.

More waiting.

My parents are even more proud of his accomplishments. I don’t blame them.

Amber’s being a pain in the ass today, so I thought I’d embarrass her (if that were really possible) with first bath photos. I mean, other people’s babies have their first bath photos, so why not ours?

Wet fur.

She needed a firm hold to keep her in the tub.

She sure loves Scott. And being clean.

**Bathtime is a lot easier now in the house. We have a hose-connected shower head (to make it tall enough for Scott), so no more Shakespeare’s cup. She’s still not a fan, but at least she stopped trying to escape soaking wet.

This is Amber. Hi, cuteface.

This little lady came blasting into our lives right around when I last posted on this blog. I’m not blaming her for my lack of editing any photos for posts since then, but it’s highly coincidental. More likely, it’s a bit of her, a bit of the new job, a bit of buying a house, and a bit of just plain procrastination.

I’m the queen of that, you know.

Now that I’ve remembered how to log in here, I would really like to post some photos from the last [ehrm] months since I dropped off the face of the earth. I need to remember why I take photographs and why it means a lot to me to put them into context with words. And to show off some of the neat work I’m doing on my travels to strange and distant lands (most recently, Kentucky). There’s a lot of things I used to do religiously that have just fallen off my radar. It makes me sad.

So no more sad! There’s so many memories and images I want to share here. They may be out of order, they may be random and old, but they’re mine. And beautiful, every single one.

When my brother and I were kids, not a holiday (in our case, Hanukkah) would pass without a new set of Legos. Scott and I are keeping up the tradition with his our nephew. His cousins joined in the fun to help on this one, a satellite launch pad.

Sometimes he’s a dog, and sometimes he’s a fire truck. But today, he wanted to be like me.

*love*

Thirty-three years ago, my parents got married. I wonder if the future they imagined on that day looked anything like it is now. They’re so happy, so perfectly strange and silly, so full of love.

I’ve got the best role models.

Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad.

I’ve discovered this neat little iPhone app called Instagram, which is both a photo processing program and a sharing platform. The photos look better on the mobile platform, but I thought I’d share a few from this weekend here. Part kitchy, part awesome, all creative.