And a few photos of Kelly’s adorable new baby girl:

Tiny little fingers and toes:

Love this. She looks so peaceful:

One of my faves:

This one reminds me of that scene from E.T… (but a cuter version):

Yes?

Love this one and her perfect little cupid’s bow:

Another fave:

Now, normally when you’re photographing a newborn, if their tummy is full and they are warm, they’ll fall right asleep and give you lots of opportunities to get the really cute ‘sleeping baby’ shots (and not put up a fuss if you move them around).

Alas, this was not to be. Not only was she the most alert three week old I’ve ever met, she remained wide awake the entire time, and would even lift up her head to watch what we were doing. I have never in my life seen a baby that young have that much strength and control over her head movements. It was really incredible.

It did, however, allow for a few out-takes that wouldn’t have happened otherwise:

(These make me laugh every time I see them.)

Congratulations on your impossibly adorable new daughter!

I think the pregnant body is exquisitely beautiful. What an amazing time in a woman’s life.

A few faves from a recent maternity session:

My fave:

My family. More specifically, the health of my family.

This is my mom right before her double mastectomy in March:

and this is the next time we saw her:

There isn’t really anything that can prepare you to see someone you love hooked up to a ventilator. It’s often shown on tv as being quiet and peaceful- it’s anything but. It’s loud, and almost violent in the forcefulness of the air being pushed in and out. Life suddenly appears very, very fragile.

That surgery would be the first of a series of complications that proved to baffle specialist after specialist. The next few months were trips to the emergency room, more surgeries, more hospital stays, admission into long term care facilities, and, more surgeries. All the while, things just kept getting worse, but no one knew why, or what to do to make it better.

Visiting after running Race for the Cure on Mother’s Day. Here she is in a long term care facility, and on a PCA (patient controlled analgesia) pump for pain. The amount of pain meds she’s on makes her drowsy, and she fell asleep while waiting for us. This is what I saw when I walked in, she was laying there asleep, wearing a pink ‘Race for the Cure’ hat in support:

She was able to come home a few weeks after that, and for the first time in several months, things seemed to be improving. She had to have home health care nurses come in to help with wound care, but just being able to be home seemed to be a huge step in the right direction.

She had another surgery at the end of June, which seemed to go well. Then two days after she came home from that surgery, she was transported by ambulance to the emergency room:

After doing a CT scan of her brain, the doctor came in and said she had an aneurysm, and two areas of metastases in her brain that were bleeding. So she had brain cancer. That was bleeding.

She was transported to the neurology department of another hospital, where we waited, and watched, as her conditions got worse:

A few minutes after I took this, her speech started to slur, and she lost mobility in her left side. She was given vitamin K and fresh frozen plasma to try to stop the bleeding in her brain, and was sent for more tests to determine whether she would have to go for emergency surgery. They determined the bleeding had stopped, no emergency brain surgery was necessary, and she was stable enough to just be observed overnight.

The next day, the doctors said while she did have an aneurysm, it was stable and wasn’t what had caused any problems. They also didn’t think the bleeding areas were cancer now, although they couldn’t be sure what caused it- possibly cavernous malformations. And the bleeding wasn’t in two areas, there were seven or eight spots that had bled, in three separate areas of her brain. But since the bleeding had stopped, she could go home that afternoon. (After repeatedly voicing our concern, she was allowed to stay that night and was discharged the next morning).

The first two weeks or so after she was home were pretty ok, she still had some left side weakness and a little residual confusion, but pretty slight, all things considered. Then, it got worse: slurring speech, short term memory loss, confusion…symptoms of dementia or Alzheimer’s. She couldn’t cook when she was home alone because she would turn the stove on and forget it was on. She couldn’t drive anymore. She couldn’t remember how to turn on a computer or send a text message. It was, quite simply, terrifying to witness.

Do whatever you want to me, and I’ll deal with it, but when it comes to something being wrong with someone I love, I’m a mess. There is nothing worse than that feeling of helplessness- when there is nothing you can do, no way of knowing if it will get better or worse, and no explanation for why it happened.

The next few months were more appointments, tests, specialists, and more scratching of heads. No one could say whether this was permanent or if it would improve. And they still didn’t know what caused it in the first place- now they didn’t think it was cavernous malformations, so it was possibly just a spontaneous, multi-focal, catastrophic hemorrhage, or, it might still be cancer.

Slowly, her symptoms start showing improvement, just in time to find out she needs to have her thyroid removed. Since the spring, there has been a large area of rapid growth on the right side, and while the left side was originally fine, there are now three small nodules on the left. The rapid growth makes it suspicious for cancer, but there is no way of knowing until it has been removed. So at the end of October, she had her thyroid removed.

And a few weeks ago we got the pathology results back, and it was benign (not cancerous).

So last night, when she was sitting next to me on the couch, and we were both laughing so hard we were crying, it was a perfectly blissful moment, and it was like the last six months never happened.

There were several times there where I didn’t think this story was going to have a happy ending. And while there are still unanswered questions, and tests to be had, and specialists to see, I am hopeful that the worst is behind us.

So today, I am thankful for my family. And for their health. And for the way we rally together when it feels like the sky is falling. (Which happens a lot more than I prefer.)

My sister, myself, and my mom. Thanksgiving 2010.

I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, as well.

A little backstory: Leslie and EJ commissioned me over a year ago to photograph their wedding. A few weeks before the wedding, they unexpectedly had to change their date. Unfortunately, I wasn’t available on their new date: I was going to be in Puerto Rico photographing Julia and Travis’ wedding. However, even though I was no longer able to be there myself on their wedding day, they trusted me to handle providing alternate photographers for them. So thanks to the photographic finesse of Kevin and Eileen, Leslie and EJ still had awesome photography coverage of their wedding day, and can live happily ever after.

Love this shot Eileen got of Leslie leaving the hotel on the way to the ceremony:

Now, not just anyone can pull off fuzzy animal cufflinks. Fortunately, EJ is sufficiently hardcore enough to do just that, as clearly evidenced in this image by Kevin:

The new Mr. and Mrs. (by Eileen):

I think Leslie looks absolutely radiant here. (image by Kevin)

LOVE this one by Eileen:

This image just tickles me. I love that they are both trying to keep straight faces but having a rough go of it. EJ is trying to stifle a smile, and Leslie looks like she’s just on the verge of breaking into a laugh. (Image by Eileen):

Another fab catch by Eileen:

This is one of my favorites of the day. Visually, I think the moment *just* before the lips meet during a kiss is the most romantic. Let’s call this ‘Anticipation’… (which sounds like it should be a Calvin Klein perfume.) Perfectly timed capture courtesy of Kevin:

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I LOVE when couples incorporate their personalities into their wedding. I think Leslie and EJ did a remarkable job of infusing personal touches throughout their day to make it uniquely theirs. Several of these made me extra swoon: Leslie’s custom made dress, the crimson crinoline she wore underneath it, the entire wedding party (including Leslie and EJ) changed into black converse after the ceremony, and their Simpsons bride and groom ‘cake topper’.

Love this detail on Leslie and EJ’s custom shoes (image by Kevin):

I’m not sure whom to give credit to for this idea, but I thought it was quite a clever alternative to a guest book (image by Eileen):

I find there can be great meaning in subtleties. In music, and conversation, so much can be said in moments of silence. I find the same correlation in art, in films, and in photography: that sometimes what is omitted or inferred is what elevates the beauty, or intrigue, or suspense.

I’m also of the opinion that sometimes, when people are aware they are being watched, they may be a little more reserved in terms of their actions or emotions. So when photographing people -during a wedding, for example- it can take great timing, and some really purposeful observation on the photographer’s part to capture a really pure moment. Those are (in part) a natural upwelling of what someone is truly feeling in the moment. They are expressions or emotions that you can’t coach or direct out of someone. They simply happen, or they don’t.

All of that little philosophical diatribe is to say that there are a number of images throughout the day, of Leslie in particular, that I found to be particularly moving. Some of that should certainly be credited to the skills of Eileen and Kevin, but I also get the sense that during those moments, Leslie was wholly present and completely engaged in what was happening right then, to the exclusion of anyone or anything else.

Which I find exquisitely beautiful.

This is an example, during their first dance. The head tilt, the closed eyes, the relaxed fingers..all of that says to me that nothing else exists right now except for the music, the moment, and her new husband. (image by Eileen):

Another example. Love this capture of a moment of joy by Kevin:

Even though you can’t see their expressions, to me, everything you need to know is in the body language. Image by Kevin:

Another example during the father/daughter dance where expressions speak volumes (image by Kevin):

A moment of pure joy captured by Eileen during the mother/son dance:

Some more joy, courtesy of Eileen. In looking through the images from the day, I couldn’t help but notice how often Leslie was smiling like this. So much so, that I suspect that by the end of the night, her cheeks hurt. (Has that ever happened to you? It’s kind of a bizarre side effect of extreme happiness):

and a little dance enthusiasm (also by Eileen):

by Kevin:

I’m not sure what song was actually playing here, but the song that plays in my head when I look at this is ‘Brickhouse’. She’s a brick—-house….She’s mighty mighty… just lettin’ it all hang out… (Yeah…I don’t know either. Sorry, EJ.) Image by Kevin.

To round out the evening, some super fun wedding party shots.

Although, I get the sense that they’re not really feeling it here. (image by Kevin):

Now that’s more like it. (Loving the commitment by the guy in the second row. He’s all in.) Image by Eileen.

Caught by Eileen in the visor mirror of the trolley:

LOVE this (by Eileen):

Leslie and EJ: You rock. I hope your marriage is filled with obscene amounts of bliss.

Ceremony: First Unitarian Church of Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh, PA
Reception: Heinz History Center, Pittsburgh, PA
Wedding coordinator: Lori McElhatten (at Heinz History Center)
Caterer: Common Plea
Dress designer: Threadhead (Rai-Lynne)
Hair and Makeup: Verve Salon
Florist: Mocha Rose Designs
DJ: DJ David Riel

{Special thanks to Eileen and Kevin for their superb photographic stylings! You. complete. me.}

I feel like it’s my responsibility to make sure I am operating at 100% for a wedding that I have been commissioned to photograph, so I like to be cautious about the things that are within my control. For example, I won’t drink the night before a wedding – not even a glass of wine- and I try to go to bed at a reasonable hour.

When I travel for weddings, I make it a point to be extra-careful beforehand: If I’m flying in somewhere, I give myself an extra day just in case a flight is missed or cancelled, and all of my photo equipment stays with me in my carry on. Once I’m at the destination, I don’t do anything beforehand that could be even remotely dangerous: no cliff diving, no skydiving, hanggliding, or extreme sports of any kind. I won’t even go hiking or snorkelling before the wedding. (So if I’m in an area I want to do some sightseeing, I’ll usually stay an extra few days and I save anything like that for after my photographic responsibilities are fulfilled.)

So the day before Julia and Travis’ wedding – ‘extra careful day’- was pretty low key for me. I mostly hung out in a hammock with a book at the Blue Boy, where I was staying, and spent a few hours at the beach. Being fair-skinned as I am (or pasty, as I like to call it), and because sunburn is a drag, I made sure to load up on sunblock.

Imagine my dismay when I realized as I was walking back to the hotel that in spite of all of my diligence, I had neglected the soles of my feet. And they were burnt.

First of all, who even knew that was possible? (I mean, logically it makes sense, since it’s still skin, but has anyone else out there ever gotten sunburn on the bottoms of their feet? Really). Secondly, what are the chances?

So that was a bummer.

Then that evening, when I went out to pick up something to eat for dinner, I closed my finger in the car door. Hard. I literally laughed out loud when it happened. (Okay, I swore first, and then I laughed). I can’t recall ever in my life doing that before- how’s that for bad timing? (Thankfully, it was my middle finger, and not my shutter finger, which would have been a real drag.)

Now, I know I’ve joked before about wearing a helmet and bubble wrap to go about my day-to-day activities, but this really made me start to re-think it:

I don’t know, what do you think?

I can sum up Julia and Travis’ wedding in three words:
So. Much. Fun.

You guys remember Elizabeth from Amanda and Collin’s wedding?

Julia looked stunning (she has gorgeous blue eyes). Love these little vignettes of her:

Her dress was simple, elegant, beautiful, and the perfect choice for a beach wedding.

Julia and Travis chose to see one another before the ceremony so we had extra time for portraits. (To give you an idea how convenient everything was, right behind Travis is the beach they got married on, and right behind Julia is where the reception was.)

Love this:

Love this:

One of my faves:

Their wedding party was ridiculously fun. Proof: I was laughing so hard at one point while photographing the groomsmen, I snorted. (Not one of my finer moments.)

I usually don’t blog shots of the wedding party, but I totally dig this one (plus, their entire wedding party was gobs of fun):

Some of the details of their day:

I absolutely adore when couples include personal details like this at their wedding. Right in the area where guests arrived, there were tons of photos of Julia and Travis (and their friends and family) hanging from clothespins and strung amongst the trees. I thought it especially clever to include photos of each of them growing up, in addition to photos of them together as a couple. What a brilliant way to get their guests reminiscing and laughing, and also a great way for Julia’s friends and family to get a little glimpse of who Travis is, and vice versa. Most guests at any given wedding invariably are much closer and familiar with either the bride or groom, so this was a great way to show everyone a little bit about who they are. (As a side note, including something like this at each table is a great conversation starter for guests who are seated together but don’t know one another.)

The weather was beautiful all day long (hot and humid, but we were in Puerto Rico, after all). The sky started to get dark right before the ceremony, and just as Julia was walking down the aisle, there were a few drops of rain. It held off though, and brought a nice breeze that was perfect timing for the ceremony.

I adore little moments like these: Travis’ arm around Julia during one of the readings.

I’m not sure what it is, but watching a parent get emotional as their child gets married puts a lump in my throat every.single.time. That’s Julia’s mom on the left, and Travis’ mom on the right:

Love the expression on Julia’s face here:

A few portraits after the ceremony:

A fave:

Another fave:

First dance:

During the toasts, Travis’ dad elicited a long-awaited confession from Travis about an incident from his childhood.

If you’ve ever been at a party and wondered whether it was a good one or not, here’s a failproof way to tell. Look around, and if you see anyone using a bottle as a microphone,:

or if multiple people have broken out into air guitar solos,:

you can consider that definitive proof, and rest assured that you are at a kick ass party.

Julia and Travis, thank you for choosing me as your wedding photographer, for importing me into Puerto Rico, and for a beautiful day filled with love, laughs, and perfectly awesome people.

{I also have to give a shout out to Mary Baker, the wedding coordinator, whom I had the distinct pleasure of working with for the second time now. Mary is a pure joy and absolute delight to work with, along with Leslie Laronga, who was the florist extraordinaire. Thank you ladies, for being so wonderful, again.}

Coordinator: Mary Baker of Barefoot Weddings (new website is currently under construction. You can reach her at 787.808.3629)
Florist: Leslie Laronga of Tropical Treasures
DJ: Luis Vargas
Hair: Elizabeth Hair Design
Ceremony: Dogman’s Beach, Rincon, Puerto Rico
Reception: Casa Por Fin at Dogman’s Beach, Rincon, Puerto Rico

If I were to make a list of the coolest couples I know, Leslie and EJ would be on it.

This image makes me chuckle. I was shooting some close ups, but just had to get a wide angle to show the whole scene. Ahhhh…the perils of photographing in urban public places: curious spectators!

A fave:

It was a beautiful evening, and we had some really warm, buttery, gorgeous light. The trifecta: great light, great location, great couple.

Another fave. I love everything about this image- the light, the city, the ducks, the quiet, comfortable peacefulness of the whole scene:

Fave:

This one totally reminds me of Clark Kent and Lois Lane- I feel like EJ just needs a big red ‘S’ on his chest.
(Yes, my dork is showing. Don’t judge.)

Another fave.

I totally dig the contrast here between the tender moment and the grittiness around them:

You guessed it….another fave.

I love, love, love this image. Love it. This one is my favest of the faves.

Need further proof of their remarkable awesomeness (as if the photos aren’t enough)? Not only are they just good people; they are talented artisans as well. Check out their etsy shop if you don’t believe me, and support some local artists. They made me a gorgeous glass pendant that totally took my breath away.

Leslie and EJ: It was sooooo wonderful to finally meet you and spend an evening laughing together! Thank you for being up for just about anything during the shoot- I am tickled with the results!

I’ve been photographing boudoir sessions for the last few years, and I really love helping regular women feel sexy and beautiful. As a result of these sessions, I’ve photographed breasts in all shapes and sizes, and met women who have loved theirs and hated theirs, and I’ve seen firsthand how closely a woman’s level of confidence is tied into how she feels about her body.

So when I began doing research for my own mastectomy, I should have been prepared for the range of emotions I felt. Facing the loss of parts of my body I’ve associated (often subconsciously) for so long with my femininity, my sexuality, and my physical attractiveness as a woman was devastating. I wondered how I would feel when I looked in the mirror. I wondered if I would ever feel normal again. I was desperate for reassurance that I could ever feel beautiful, or sexy, again, or if that part of me would be gone forever.

This experience for me has shed light on an area that is lacking for women who are facing mastectomy. Before my surgery, I looked at hundreds of photos of boobs. Almost all of them were of nameless, faceless women that showed the outcome of their surgery, but nothing more. I started to think about putting together a series of powerful, provocative, and artistic images of women post-mastectomy, including women who have chosen not to have reconstruction. I think it’s important that women who are facing having mastectomies, are able to see other women who have already walked that road, who are embracing their new bodies and are confident with their choices. To show that a woman can still be and feel sexy with scars across her chest, or with one breast, or with no breasts at all. That, despite what popular culture may lead us to believe, beauty and breasts are not mutually exclusive. You can have one without the other.

This portrait series is more about the individual woman, her strength, her journey, her beauty, and her embracing (and celebrating) her new figure. I think there is so much power in putting a face to this cause; in helping the observer identify with the women that are shown. In the woman in each portrait kind of saying “F-You Cancer. I am no less beautiful or feminine as a result of your impact on my life. You may take my breasts, but you can’t take my spirit, or my joy, or my sexuality.”

My hope is that these images of real women that have had mastectomies, who are revealing this private and vulnerable side of themselves, are also a bold demonstration of their beauty and strength and bravery and courage. I would imagine many of these women would never have dreamed of posing topless for photos before they had cancer or mastectomies. My hope is, when someone looks at these portraits, they see strong, amazing, empowered women, whose scars are evidence of their courage, of their journey, and of their hope for what lies ahead. Women who are not victims of cancer but celebrants of life. And they see that a woman can still embrace her femininity and sexuality after she’s had a mastectomy.

(And perhaps along the way we could challenge popular conventions about beauty and the female form by making a few ripples in the traditional definitions of what is ‘beautiful’?)

So I travelled to Florida in June, and photographed a number of brave, beautiful, selfless, amazing women who volunteered to put their faces and bodies to this cause. It was a really emotional and incredible experience for me, and I cannot thank these women enough. I also need to thank Sue Friedman, founder of FORCE, for standing behind me and the idea for Beauty and the Breast, and for helping to coordinate the logistics of photographing women during the annual FORCE conference. Also, I need to thank Michele Mann of M3 makeup in Orlando, who very generously donated their time and talents to provide makeup for the ladies. Let me tell you how much of a difference having a professional makeup artist makes during a shoot like this. Not only in the actual outcome of the photos, but also in the overall experience for them women. Michele, Carla and Amy were not only quite talented, but they were super helpful during the shoots and sweet as can be. Having them there made such a difference, and I cannot rave about them enough. If anyone in the Orlando area is in need of a makeup artist, I highly recommend the ladies at M3.

So without further ado, here is the Beauty and the Breast website.

If you know anyone who has been affected by breast cancer, please forward this website along to them. I really hope for Beauty and the Breast to become a resource of hope and encouragement for women who find themselves faced with having a mastectomy.

{I had hoped to announce this a few months ago, but life kind of got in the way (more on that later). Still, with October being Breast Cancer Awareness month, this seems like a pretty appropriate time}.

My friend Elizabeth Craig is hosting a boudoir photography workshop here in Pittsburgh in a few weeks. If you are a photographer interested in learning more about photographing boudoir sessions, this is a great deal! She’ll be sharing some tips, plus you will be able to apply what you’ve just learned by photographing a live model. Here’s the scoop:

Thank you so much to everyone who helped organize, participated, volunteered, and attended Drink for the Cure on Saturday. I had a fabulous evening, and most importantly, we raised over $2000 for breast cancer research!

Thank you.

Which led me to raise my Race for the Cure goal to $3100. (Which is a somewhat arbitrary number, I know, but I’ll be turning 31 the day after the race, so it seemed fitting). Once Saturday’s bounty is added, I’ll be about $600 away from my new goal. If you’d like to make an online donation to help me obliterate this new goal as well, you can do so via my Race for the Cure page.

Here are a few images from throughout the night:

This is Jia, who was essentially the catalyst that made the entire evening a) happen at all, and b) happen awesomely. I’m not entirely sure what he was saying when I snapped this, but if I were to guess, I’d imagine it has something to do with infinity and beyond.

Love, love, love this image of Vyora, doing her thing…

Our emcee extraordinaire for the evening, Kellee Maize, who also performed a set from her latest album.
 


After Jonäno’s runway (barway?) fashion show, there was a live auction of three pieces from their lingerie line, the proceeds from which were generously donated to the pot.
 

David from Komen got up on the bar at one point to issue a challenge: he asked people to give $20, and for every $100 raised, he would match $100. This image is of the money being counted at the end.

It was at this point-  while David is standing in the bar and people are handing him twenty dollar bills- I was looking around the room, and I was a little overcome with emotion. There were all of these people, the majority of whom I had never met, giving their hard earned money to support a common goal. It was a really powerful moment.

Because here’s the thing: this night was never really about me. My story is just one of many. Of too many. Too many people who have been affected by cancer.

This night was about Charissa, who lost her husband last year – at age 31- to Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. She formed BRICKS for young adults in Pittsburgh, an organization that aims to connect young adult cancer patients to people and resources that may be helpful to them as they undergo treatment and beyond.

This night was about David, who came to speak on behalf of the Komen Foundation and Race for the Cure, whose mother is a 5-time breast cancer survivor.

This night was about Jay, who spoke on behalf of Gilda’s Club. Jay was diagnosed with colon cancer at age 36.

This night was about Alison, a women I met earlier that day who also has the BRCA2 mutation, who is a lymphoma survivor, but lost her father to breast cancer. (Yep, her father.)

This night was about my sister, who died from leukemia at 32. And for her children, who never really got the chance to know her.

This night was about my mother, who couldn’t attend because she is at a long-term care facility, attached to a wound vac and a morphine pump, after complications from her double mastectomy in March.

This night was for you, or someone you know, who has been affected by cancer, in any form.

Which is probably every single person who reads this, whether it is themselves personally, or someone they love. That is not ok. What can you do to support them? Donating money? There are a half a dozen great organizations listed throughout this post, if you need some ideas. Perhaps you’re shorter on money and longer on time. Could you join me at Race for the Cure on Sunday (you can walk, if you’re not a runner)? Could you make someone a meal? Give them a ride to the doctor? Sit with them and hold their hand while they get chemo? Call them up to say you’re thinking about them? Send them a card? Be a mentor to a child who has lost a parent?

To see so many people come together, to choose to spend their Saturday
evening in support of a common goal, was amazing. Because if we can do
this, what else is possible?

What can you do today to reach out to someone in need?  

I want to officially thank the following:
Firehouse Lounge
Jia Ji and Couchange
Kellee Maize and Nakturnal
David Malli from Komen Pittsburgh
BRICKS for Young Adults
Jonäno
Gilda’s Club
Hot Metal Muses- bellydancers
Vyora and Scheiny- bellydancers
DJ 7up
Cancer Caring Center
Tobi Makinde
Natalie Gable
LMFC
Laura Petrilla, who was there with her ‘Pin Me Up‘ calendar, whose sales benefit breast cancer research.
Ginny, for giving my story a shout out on That’s Church, and coming out to support the cause. Ginny for Mayor!
The volunteers who made the night run smoothly, and the models who made the night sexier. I *think* this is a complete list of everyone to who contributed to making the magic happen:
Anna Bender
Ashley Baker
Ashley Van Schaeffer
Bonnie Siefers
Bree Van Schaeffer
Charissa Hamilton-Gribenas
Chelsea Lupkin
Dajia Thomas
Edan Yago
Eric Redinger
Eric Venuto
Fernando Espejel
Jay Santa
Jessica Seibert
Jim Semonik
Jocelyn Wrzosek
Julie Philp
Lani Redinger
Lila Espejel
Lily Pietryka
Lisa Considine
Luisa Groher
Margaret Campbell
Marta Napoleone
Patrice Langford
Pian Shu
Robin Beruh
Rod Mcshane
Sarah Scheinman
Serena Bond
Spencer Warren
Sondra Woodruff
Stephanie Strasburg
Tao Wu
Tatsuya Graham

Also, I didn’t have my camera with me all night, so I didn’t get any
images of some of the later speakers and performers. If you attended
and took pictures that you have available online, leave a comment on
this post with a link to where we can view your photos.