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Look at that baby face!

Check it out! My husband's a star -- kinda sorta. For something he did 14-or-so years ago. Mostly he looks like he's screwing around on the job. Photographers...sheesh...

Anyway, click here to go to a link to a video taken when a guy named Tim was shooting for the South Dakota Department of Tourism. This was more than a year before Tim and I met (and back in the day, kiddos, when photographers shot something called FILM and processed it in something called a DARKROOM). His face looks like he's about 12!

I must admit. I watched that 18 seconds of video about 20 times this afternoon.

While you're at the site, take a few minutes to look at some of the great SoDak photography by Web site owner, department of tourism chief photographer, and Tim's former boss, Chad Coppess. He's the artistic eye behind most of the images in the travel guides you'll order for your next summer vacation to the Black Hills, Badlands, Wall Drug, Corn Palace, and so on.

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Chad Coppess said…
So all of a sudden, this "Wandering Amylessly" blog starts popping up as one of the top referrers to my blog and I'm a little surprised.
Then I remember why. Glad you're enjoying it.
Say Hi to Tim and Henry.
Chad
4:21 AM
Brianne said…
Hey Amy... remember when we all went on vacation that one year to Wall Drug and the Badlands and Mount Rushmore?? :) Was that the cheese soup incident? I don't always bring that up to make you feel bad or anything I just REALLY remember it. It's hilarious now of course! Or was that the year I kicked you off the bed?? :) Ahh good times. I always liked when you went with us!
5:20 PM
Amy said…
Hate to disappoint you Bri, but I don't even remember the cheese soup incident. I've probably blocked it out for some reason. No, I don't want you to remind me...
6:35 PM
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