Friday, August 31, 2012
Sunset shot from the back of Cleveland Browns Stadium. 7.28.12
As you saw a few posts ago, Team Z had a BBQ every Saturday before our Sunday shows. After a few games of corn hole, Bri and I grabbed a bottle of Woodford and headed to the top to the stadium... with our newly purchased 4-foot sock monkey (don't ask). I will only subject you to three of these photos.
Side note? This friendship is one of the greatest things that's happened this year. It's not often that you meet cool girls on the road and become such fast friends. Miss Bri already.
Cleveland Browns Stadium/Cleveland, OH/7.28.12
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
In this episode of Tour Kid Fun, Bri (almost) punches a mascot and I spend yet another inning in yet another city trying to find the secret ball park space where they hide the good beer.
Cleveland Indians vs. Detroit Tigers/Progressive Field/Cleveland, OH/7.26.12
Posted by Alli Harvey at Monday, August 27, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Memory lane up in the headlights...
First photo: My sister and my mom holding sparklers
Second photo: Amateur fireworks. Don't worry, everyone's finger are still intact. (Including the Captain's... win.)
Third photo: Lake at sunset.
Fourth: Kira, my oldest friend, lighting a floating lantern on the dock.
Posted by Alli Harvey at Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Perhaps he's thinking about his friend's (me) rather impromptu decision to cancel her early morning flight back to New York the night before to hang with him and his sis all day on a La Jolla beach. Did I know that I'd be able to get on another flight or what it would cost? Nope - but it didn't really matter. Like I said below, it was the perfect Cali day.
And just in case you were wondering, I made a non-stop flight to JFK (instead of my previous connecting flight) that evening for a small fee of $50.00. Does it always happen that way?
La Jolla, CA/7.16.12
Tiff and and Evan/La Jolla, CA/7.16.12
Friday, August 17, 2012
Paul Brown Stadium/Cincinnati, OH/6.2012
Paul Brown Stadium/Cincinnati, OH/6.2012
This picture is only funny because of the sign. Hopefully, you can read it.
Paul Brown Stadium/Cincinnati, OH/6.27.12
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Cincinnati Reds vs. Milwaukee Brewers/Great American Ballpark/Cincinnati, OH/6.26.12
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Kicking off the tour in Atlanta, we then went to Kansas City and then to Philly. The first time I pulled my camera out was on a day-off's walk through Philadelphia. Afternoon tea at the Dandelion with a delightful pot of Earl Grey and small plate of cucumber sandwiches? Yes, please.
Even if you don't care much for tea time, who doesn't like a big cat with a top hat and a monocle?
The Dandelion/Philadelphia, PA/6.18.12
Pretty incredible to be up on the "off-limits" 103rd floor of the Empire State Building. No fencing, just a little platform with a cement wall to keep you from falling 103 stories. As you can see, Amy and her 4-inch spikes chose to hug the building - not a bad decision.
Karmin/Empire State Building/103rd Floor/New York, NY/5.22.12
P.S. - One of the the photos from this shoot is now displayed on the ticketed public access route to the top of the building. If you happen to wander up, look for it!
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Somewhere in-between part one and part two, my Ray Bans were snatched off the Santa Monica Pier, most likely, by some punk LA dummy (please see McClellan's comment on the Hollywood photo a few posts below). Totally my fault, totally my fault, but during the time of the crime, I snapped that lovely photo of Shas with her flowers, so I suppose all's well*. I will say, however, that the 25 frames immediately after the theft will never see the light of day. Let's just say, I was a little angry. Anger + engagement photos = not really the right vibe.
Almost immediately after we changed locations, some dude came up to me with gold Ray Ban aviators and asked if I could take a photo of him on the pier. Under usual circumstances, the answer would have been yes, but instead, I just awkwardly stared at his sunglasses for at least 25 seconds before he said, "You can just say no."
So I rudely (and still bitterly) said no. Upon realizing that everyone in LA probably has gold Ray Ban aviators (which immediately made me hate myself), I felt really bad.
Anyway, we moved part two below the pier and I got back into the groove abbbouuuut here. Beautiful light often helps one's attitude.
*Nope, I'm still an idiot for setting them down.