inauguration, celebration

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L.A. Live, January 20, 2009.








Comments

Laura and the family said…
That must have felt so good to be a part of the historical moment especially among with the crowd. I did have a chance to watch a BIG T.V. at work.

What a perfect capture of you when you took a picture of two toddlers looking at each other!
January 21, 2009 at 3:18 AM
Peter Varvel said…
I agree! It's such an optimistic image of our country's future, the two toddlers.
Oh, happy day!
January 21, 2009 at 11:16 AM
Cheryl said…
The toddlers were irresistibly perfect. Cute little black girl, cute little Latina girl, both on their dads' shoulders, making friends. I was like, stop it, you kids! All that hopeful symbolism is going to make our heads explode!
January 21, 2009 at 12:23 PM
Laura and the family said…
(Hey Cheryl, you ll have to realize I made a HUGE grammar error when I typed at 3:18 A.M when I tried to heal my throbbing headache.)

I meant by saying, "What a great picture when you took a picture of two toddlers looking at each other!" They are great role models.

Have you thought about publishing in a magazine about these two toddlers? I'm sure the world would agree with you.
January 21, 2009 at 2:46 PM
Cheryl said…
It would have "Parade Magazine Photo Contest" written all over it if I'd gotten in a little closer. Content: priceless. Photographer: needs improvement. But thanks! (And I hope your headache is gone!)
January 21, 2009 at 5:52 PM
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