Family-portraits

Professional photographers help needed?
I want a digital camera that is top rated, highly recommended. Has good zoom and megapixels. I want the body to be built like a camera with interchangable lens but without the expanse of buying all the lens. I want to upgrade from a regular point and shoot camera. Im looking for a camera that is under $200 or a little over. And preferrably that has a lithim ion battery rather than using AA batteries. Also to have the camera over 4x zoom and 8 megapixels because that it what I have now. I take lots of photos of water, flowers, family portraits, buildings, and skies. I want a camera with a very good telephoto zoom and that works great in low light situations. Also preferrably has an lcd screen that I can view pictures through without looking through a view finder and a bunch of scenes and modes built in. Any suggestions.

What could my dream from last night mean?
So it starts out with me at my grandmas house, where I was recovering from giving birth to a baby I named Sophia. ( I don't have a baby in real life). My mom, my aunt, my grandma and I were at my grandma's house loading stuff up into trucks to take somewhere. At the same time my boyfriend ( that i really have) was texting me if I wanted to go see a movie. Sophia wasn't at my grandma's house or at my boyfriends. So then its time to leave and my grandma and my aunt take one truck and me and my mom take the other. my mom and i couldn't get it up a hill so we saw strings on the side of the truck and started pulling. then we decided it would go faster if we pulled it on grass. so we started pulling it through people's back yards. then my mom's friend randomly appeared to help us. we kept pulling and eventually came across this black pastor's house. he asked if we were the wolf family. ( that's my last name) and i said yes and he said he had a family portrait of my family from a long time ago, that he found in his attic. he said it was worth a lot of money. so we all go inside to look and it was a picture of a creepy girl. she somehow came out of the picture and tied us all up in stuffed animals. like teddy bears and stuff like that. then sucked our blood. then i woke up. sorry its so long. what could it mean?

Do you reuse picture frames?
I have a 3 year old daughter and a 10mo son, and needless to say, I have no pictures of my son up. Since I had almost 3 years of just my daughter, our walls are covered with framed pictures of her. I plan to sit down and pick out some pictures of my son, some of him and his sister, and some family portraits to frame and hang up over the weekend. One problem, though. We are going to have to take some of the pictures already up down to make room for newer pics. So, I can't decide if I should take them down and hang them in her room (although she doesn't have a lot of space for them either) or just take the actual pictures out of the frames, and put new pictures in the frames to be re-hung. My husband thinks this is a great idea (saves money on having to buy new frames, plus our daughter's bedroom walls would be covered in pictures if we never replaced the pics). I'm not going to just throw away the pictures, of course, but would just stick them in photo albums or picture boxes. But, I almost feel bad about it for some reason. What would you do? Replace the pictures in the frames, or buy new frames for new pictures? Thanks, I love the idea of just putting new pictures in front of the old. I don't feel bad in the sense that my daughter will feel bad (she could care less...lol) It's just hard to cover up pictures I've had on the walls for over a year, in some cases. :)

What should happen to the characters in my novel?
I've just posted my second to final chapter of Broken Family Portrait, and I need some help with some legal stuff. I've tried posting this in Law and Ethics, since this is mainly about the law, and I needed the opinions of some lawyers and law authority, but got nothing over there, so I'm reposting it in Books and Authors. Anyway, here's how the mystery story begins, at the end of Chapter 17: It was an almost perfect summer. I say almost because a shocking tragedy had occurred one month later. It was August 17th, 1996, and Benjamin, Brandon, Radley and I were going to Elliot's house. When we arrived, I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. I rang twice more, but he still didn't answer. I knew he hadn't gone on vacation with Spencer, because his car was still in the driveway. So I went to the back and knocked three times, and still got nothing. I didn't understand this; he'd called that morning to ask me over. I went back to the front door, and not only did it open, but it looked like the hinges had been ripped off. And, right there in the living room, was Elliot lying face down in a pool of blood. I saw from his torn clothing that he'd been slashed to ribbons! Benjamin and Brandon began to cry and scream instantly. What's worse, I couldn't see Spencer anywhere. Shielding the boys from the horrendous sight in the living room, I took them from room to room in a desperate search, but Spencer wasn't anywhere around. My friend was murdered. My boys' friend was kidnapped. When I realized all of this, that's when I, too, started crying and screaming. http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2597077/17/Broken_Family_Portrait As it progresses, more murders of doctors and special needs parents take place. Eventually, the whodunits are arrested. http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2597077/18/Broken_Family_Portrait Also, as they assaulted Robin Callbeck, the protagonist, the resulting trial also included that. Chapters 21 and 22 describe what happened here: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2597077/21/Broken_Family_Portrait http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2597077/22/Broken_Family_Portrait My question is, given the outcome of trial, and the fact that Jim and Sylvia Dillinger were charged with murdering two doctors, as well as Elliot Secord, would it be possible that they'd be extradited to the United States for the death penalty? These characters are originally from the Canadian province of Manitoba, and Canada has no death penalty system at current. If this is not possible, then I will have to give them back-to-back life sentences in prison. If it is, then it'll be off to Texas or Florida or wherever to have them sit and fry in ol' Sparky (aka: the electric chair) LOL! I am planning to put the sentencing in the final chapter and have Robin and his family attend. Thanks for your help.

Would This be tacky as a birthday gift?
My mom's birthday is today. I'm 18, spending money is not an issue. We don't have the best relationship, we aren't really close, but we get along. I made her a great cake but she refused to tell me what to get her for her birthday, besides a family portrait. I arranged to get the portrait taken but would like to be actually give her a gift. She always said that we would go see Toy Story Three together, because it came out when I was young and now the third installment is coming out right as I'm leaving for college. We felt that in a way it Paralleled my life. The movie came out weeks ago, we never went. I was thinking about getting her a card, and in it asking her to go see the movie, my treat. I would love to spend time with her, she just isn't interested. Is this tacky?

Is this a good beginning to my story? Would you keep reading?
I'm completely re-writing a novel I've been working on for two years, and this is the beginning of what I've come up with. I've been super busy the past week, and need some encouragement to get rewriting! So what do you think? If the end justifies the means, I will never understand why people go to such lengths for family. If you ask me, families are more trouble than they're worth, and I'm sure Machiavelli would have agreed with me. All expectation, imagination, and pretention. A group of people who continually hurt each other, while still dutifully sending birthday cards and putting up with each other's company. Like estranged friends or divorced couples forced into the same room, who truly have nothing in common but continue with the niceties for tradition's sake, or for the sake of the children. But children grow up quickly and are more observant than they are given credit for. It does not take long for them to understand that family is nothing more than a charade, no more real than Santa Claus, and they begin to play along like the best of them. A vicious cycle of broken hearts and poker faces through the generations of nostalgic people who hope that if they act well enough, the facade will become real. Far more trouble than its worth in this short life, yet every fictional character's problem, from Jane Eyre to Harry Potter, seems to be their lack of a family, and their ultimate quest is either to find one or make one. It makes me wonder if this is more wishful thinking on the part of the authors, or if some families are really that desirable. I suppose the shells of my own family look happy enough: two parents with steady jobs who have been married to each other for twenty years, their one almost-grown up daughter who gets straight A's, a pale green house in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Virginia, a family pew at the church we've been attending since I was born, a row of family portraits on the wall showing the three of us in sweaters, our faces and bodies bearing the weight of additional years from frame to frame. Although these seemed to be the prerequisites for a perfectly happy domestic environment, I found my family life incredibly hollow, like a brightly colored plastic egg that a child eagerly picks up on an Easter egg hunt and opens, expecting a coin or jelly bean, only to find it completely and disturbingly empty. Neither of my parents was willing to take on that labor of love, that constant balancing that goes along with being a family, and so we remained a trio of strangers living under the same roof, each attempting to create our own support systems within ourselves, and never truly succeeding. As any student of biology will tell you, a group of organisms living in the same ecosystem can either cooperate or destroy each other. There is no way for living things to have absolutely no relationship with each other, given their proximity. No matter how hard my parents tried to remain distant, we constantly affected each other, and because they were unwilling to support me, I always knew that our only option was destruction. NOTE: I'm really trying to make this story from the point of view of my main character. She is anxious, intelligent, a hypochondriac, dramatic, and extremely well-read. This causes her to dwell on subjects and also to make obscure allusions that few people understand. She is the narrator, so I'm attempting to make the way the book is written match up with her identity. It doesn't always make it readable, but I think it makes it honest and true.

What do you think of the beginning of my story?
I'm completely re-writing a novel I've been working on for two years, and this is the beginning of what I've come up with. I've been super busy the past week, and need some encouragement to get rewriting! So what do you think? If the end justifies the means, I will never understand why people go to such lengths for family. If you ask me, families are more trouble than they're worth, and I'm sure Machiavelli would have agreed with me. All expectation, imagination, and pretention. A group of people who continually hurt each other, while still dutifully sending birthday cards and putting up with each other's company. Like estranged friends or divorced couples forced into the same room, who truly have nothing in common but continue with the niceties for tradition's sake, or for the sake of the children. But children grow up quickly and are more observant than they are given credit for. It does not take long for them to understand that family is nothing more than a charade, no more real than Santa Claus, and they begin to play along like the best of them. A vicious cycle of broken hearts and poker faces through the generations of nostalgic people who hope that if they act well enough, the facade will become real. Far more trouble than its worth in this short life, yet every fictional character's problem, from Jane Eyre to Harry Potter, seems to be their lack of a family, and their ultimate quest is either to find one or make one. It makes me wonder if this is more wishful thinking on the part of the authors, or if some families are really that desirable. I suppose the shells of my own family look happy enough: two parents with steady jobs who have been married to each other for twenty years, their one almost-grown up daughter who gets straight A's, a pale green house in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Virginia, a family pew at the church we've been attending since I was born, a row of family portraits on the wall showing the three of us in sweaters, our faces and bodies bearing the weight of additional years from frame to frame. Although these seemed to be the prerequisites for a perfectly happy domestic environment, I found my family life incredibly hollow, like a brightly colored plastic egg that a child eagerly picks up on an Easter egg hunt and opens, expecting a coin or jelly bean, only to find it completely and disturbingly empty. Neither of my parents was willing to take on that labor of love, that constant balancing that goes along with being a family, and so we remained a trio of strangers living under the same roof, each attempting to create our own support systems within ourselves, and never truly succeeding. As any student of biology will tell you, a group of organisms living in the same ecosystem can either cooperate or destroy each other. There is no way for living things to have absolutely no relationship with each other, given their proximity. No matter how hard my parents tried to remain distant, we constantly affected each other, and because they were unwilling to support me, I always knew that our only option was destruction. To Love My Garden: Thanks! I have it posted on a website, but I only have the first chapter up. Here's the link: http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID=13210

Can a city ban photography on a public beach?
Below is the section of the code from the city of Isle of Palms, SC. The city uses this ordinance to stop photographers from taking pictures on the beach, particularly any photographer shooting family portraits, engagement photos, wedding photos etc. They use it to say that professional photographers cannot take pictures on the beach. How is this constitutional? How is this law enforceable as it appears overly broad and vague when it comes to anything which is not a transaction on the beach? The fine is $1100 for first violation. Legal advice? How can I challenge it as I have tried going directly to the city council and city manager and they refuse to even discuss it. Sec. 7-3-20. Commercial activities restricted. No person shall sell or rent, or offer to sell or rent, any goods, merchandise, or services, or solicit any trade or business, on the beach, beach accesses, public parking lots, or the Breach Inlet Bridge, except pursuant to a franchise granted by City Council, or pursuant to a City-sponsored activity or event. (Code 1994, § 7-3-20; Ord. No. 1988-20, 9-14-1988; Ord. No. 2002-14, § 1, 10-22-2002)

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