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Mommy balloon

February 17th, 2013 by annamarie
San Francisco family portraits of families having fun and jumping.

Hugo loves his mommy balloon!

Don’t pop the mommy, Hugo. xoxo
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It’s Friday. Go ahead, let yourself get carried away.

August 24th, 2012 by annamarie
Jeanine levitates over the San Francisco Bay with umbrella and bag.

Califragislistic

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Super Josh & his kryptonite

March 23rd, 2012 by annamarie
Super Josh

Super Josh

Josh was one of my earliest fearless jumping extraordinaires. And he is now a proud new daddy. Check out this awesome video he made of his million dollar baby. Congratulations, Josh & Val! She is a lucky little girl to be born to such talented, fun, and loving parents.

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January 10th, 2012 by annamarie
Jeanine floats peacefully in a green princess dress

"Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady. The tresses of her hair reached out to make the constellations, and the dewy vapours of her gown fell soft upon the land." —Kit Williams

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Well, hello there

December 20th, 2011 by annamarie
Dancer Wendy reflected

It's been awhile, hasn't it?

I’m not sure how it’s been almost two months since I last shared a photograph. Okay, that’s not entirely true, I have a pretty good idea: I’ve been spending an awful lot of time outdoors since mid-fall when San Francisco became its beautifully crisp Indian Summer self. I enjoyed as many gorgeous sunsets as I could before Daylight Savings returned, hopped on my new bicycle to get some wind in my hair, started running and punching and kicking things before the sun made its daily appearance, volunteered with SFJazz and TEDxSF, and found myself dancing onstage for the first time in three years. If there were a petition for a 34-hour day, I’d be the first to sign.

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Grounded

November 2nd, 2011 by annamarie
Dancer Wendy arches back on just the tops of her feet.

What goes up, must start down.

Great freedom is possible when your feet are firmly planted on the floor. Perhaps this sounds funny coming from me, the photographer who takes so many mid-air images. Yet, being grounded is the unseen crucial ingredient of compelling jumpology. To defy gravity is a bit of a misnomer when it comes to jump photography, it’s actually taking advantage of gravity that allows us to soar. Many thanks to Billy Siegenfeld and the Jump Rhythm Jazz Project for teaching me this many years ago.

“It is the ground not the air that the human body instinctively moves toward when it makes rhythmic accents.” –Billy Siegenfeld, Jump Rhythm® Technique

 

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Due salti da solo

September 23rd, 2011 by annamarie
AM silhouette jumping during sunset over Ocean Beach

Indian Summer sunset at Ocean Beach, San Francisco

AM silhouette jump during the sun setting over Ocean Beach

Indian Summer sunset at Ocean Beach, San Francisco

These two shots were taken within minutes of each other. Isn’t it amazing how quickly the light transforms?

And here’s how the sky looked just minutes before the two jumps. (Taken with an iPhone)

Sun dips into the Pacific Ocean

The end of today

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Angel Island escapade

August 30th, 2011 by annamarie
Ning jumping on Angel Island
Ning jumping at Angel Island
Ning portrait at Angel Island
Ning portrait at Angel Island
Ning portrait at Angel Island
Ning portrait on Angel Island

A couple of weekends ago, I boarded a sailboat headed to Angel Island with five models I’d never met before and a handful of other photographers. Once we docked at the island, the skipper who happens to be a Nikon shooter asked if I’d like to try out his lenses.

“Which one would you like to try?” he asked.

“Um, how about the 300mm,” I said.

“Really?” he asked.

I grinned and nodded.

The Nikon 300mm f2.8 lens is a tank. And also happens to be $5,000. He said okay and helped me put it on my D700. Then he made the mistake of turning around to peer back into his photo case. Before he turned back around to me; I had already scampered off the boat, off the dock, and onto Angel Island with one of the models by my side. I cradled the 8-lb. camera and lens with both arms like a newborn and we giggled like elementary school BFF’s. We made it to the shady side of the island past the picnic tables and went to work.

When we got back to the boat, one of the other photographers on board said that the skipper joked that since I disappeared I must have hopped on the ferry back to San Francisco with his lens. I wouldn’t do that! After returning the tank, he told me he never shoots that lens without a tripod. Too heavy. Heh. I guess all the early morning bootcamp workouts have been paying off because I handheld it for 130 shots.

Model: Ning Ma
MUA: Cindy Crabtree

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Fill ‘er up

July 26th, 2011 by annamarie
AM jumps at an abandoned gas station.

Something new, somewhere old

What ever caused the demise of the full service gas station? Apparently, the oil crisis of the 1970s marked the beginning of the end of full service gas stations. Oil companies figured that people wanted to pump their own gas to save a few pennies. Soon the attendants, who would walk up to your rolled-down window and ask, “leaded or unleaded?” then wash your windows and check your oil while your gas was getting pumped, were no longer needed. Feeling nostalgic? It’s illegal to pump your own gas in Oregon or New Jersey so you can experience the luxury of full service in both of those states.

Flashback: When I was eight years old, I used to think the word “motor” meant addiction. I clearly recall sitting in a passenger seat when my dad drove to the gas station and seeing signs that read “No Smoking. Stop your motor.”

Source: goretro

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Glamping

July 15th, 2011 by annamarie
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Elyssa holds Raleigh in a blankie
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Glamping = glamorous camping. Satisfying your craving for the outdoors and your penchant for a good meal, nice glass of wine, a comfortable bed, and (when you’re with me) an impromptu rockstar photo shoot.

Earlier this summer, over two dozen of my friends and I ventured out to Angels Camp in Frog County for the weekend. We stayed in cabins, had full electricity and wi-fi, took coin-free hot showers, and filled our bellies with some deliciously prepared meals.

Some of us went ziplining, one of us foraged for wild mushrooms, most of us enjoyed Starbucks in the morning and ice cream cones in the afternoon. Despite this, we totally roughed it: we got bitten by bugs, caught frogs, had a frightening encounter with a wild horse, let a toddler swallow (nearly) whole a bag of chewy bears, and went nose to nose with an emu. Oh yeah, we roughed it alright.

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