The entire Images by Kay team was out in full force photographing all the fun at the “The Greatest Show on Grass,” The Waste Management Phoenix Open. This is Kay’s 22nd year as the official photographer for the Open and neither rain, nor wind, nor 179,000 screaming fans can stop her once she gets on the course!Comments Off
Our Care Card Kick Off Party& Boutique Shopping event at the studio on October 18th was a big success and so much fun!
REMEMBER YOU CAN USE YOUR CARE CARD OCTOBER 19- 28 AND SAVE 20% AT IMAGES BY KAY & Co. PHOTOGRAPHY!
We would like to thank all the vendors who came and participated.
Jewel Ya Unique & custom created jewelry designs www.jewelya.com
RockPaperScissors personalized paper + gifts. www.RockPaperScissorsInvitations.com
Miche Bag www.sheilamcdonald.miche.com
Ava Rose Designs www.avarosedesigns.com
Boo Boo Couture www.booboocouture.com
Whats Your Virture www.whatsyourvirtue.com
Lil Basket Case www.lilbasketcase.com
Coyote Oatie Cookies www.coyoteoaties.com
Joshua by Oak www.etsy.com/shop/joshuabyoak
Halloween Safety Tips
No Scaredy Cats This Halloween: Top 10 Safety Tips for Pet Parents
Attention, animal lovers, it’s almost the spookiest night of the year! The ASPCA recommends taking some common sense precautions this Halloween to keep you and your pet saying “trick or treat!” all the way to November 1.
1. No tricks, no treats: That bowl of candy is for trick-or-treaters, not for Scruffy and Fluffy. Chocolate in all forms—especially dark or baking chocolate—can be very dangerous for dogs and cats. Candies containing the artificial sweetener xylitol can also cause problems. If you do suspect your pet has ingested something toxic, please call your veterinarian or the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center at (888) 426-4435.
2. Popular Halloween plants such as pumpkins and decorative corn are considered to be relatively nontoxic, but they can produce stomach upset in pets who nibble on them.
3. Wires and cords from electric lights and other decorations should be kept out of reach of your pets. If chewed, your pet might suffer cuts or burns, or receive a possibly life-threatening electrical shock.
4. A carved pumpkin certainly is festive, but do exercise caution if you choose to add a candle. Pets can easily knock a lit pumpkin over and cause a fire. Curious kittens especially run the risk of getting burned or singed by candle flames.
5. Dress-up can be a big mess-up for some pets. Please don’t put your dog or cat in a costume UNLESS you know he or she loves it (yup, a few pets are real hams!). For pets who prefer their “birthday suits,” however, wearing a costume may cause undue stress.
6. If you do dress up your pet, make sure the costume isn’t annoying or unsafe. It should not constrict the animal’s movement or hearing, or impede his ability to breathe, bark or meow. Also, be sure to try on costumes before the big night. If your pet seems distressed, allergic or shows abnormal behavior, consider letting him go au naturale or donning a festive bandana.
7. Take a closer look at your pet’s costume and make sure it does not have small, dangling or easily chewed-off pieces that he could choke on. Also, ill-fitting outfits can get twisted on external objects or your pet, leading to injury.
8. All but the most social dogs and cats should be kept in a separate room away from the front door during peak trick-or-treating hours. Too many strangers can be scary and stressful for pets.
9. When opening the door for trick-or-treaters, take care that your cat or dog doesn’t dart outside.
10. IDs, please! Always make sure your dog or cat has proper identification. If for any reason your pet escapes and becomes lost, a collar and tags and/or a microchip can be a lifesaver, increaing the chances that he or she will be returned to you
From: http://www.aspca.org/pet-care/pet-care-tips/halloween-safety-tips.aspxComments Off
There was a beautiful Article written by Allison Tate on Huffington Post Online and then aired on NBC Nightly News and I wanted to take a moment and share it because I thought it to be so important and true.
“Last weekend, my family traveled to attend my oldest niece’s Sweet Sixteen party. My brother and sister-in-law planned this party for many months and intended it to be a big surprise, and it included a photo booth for the guests.
I showed up to the party a bit late and, as usual, slightly askew from trying to dress myself and all my little people for such a special night out. I’m still carrying a fair amount of baby weight and wearing a nursing bra, and I don’t fit into my cute clothes. I felt awkward and tired and rumpled.
I was leaning my aching back against the bar, my now 5-month-old baby sleeping in a carrier on my chest (despite the pounding bass and dulcet tones of LMFAO blasting through the room) when my 5-year-old son ran up to me.
“Come take pictures with me, Mommy,” he yelled over the music, “in the photo booth!”
I hesitated. I avoid photographic evidence of my existence these days. To be honest, I avoid even mirrors. When I see myself in pictures, it makes me wince. I know I am far from alone; I know that many of my friends also avoid the camera.
It seems logical. We’re sporting mama bodies and we’re not as young as we used to be. We don’t always have time to blow dry our hair, apply make-up, perhaps even bathe (ducking). The kids are so much cuter than we are; better to just take their pictures, we think.
But we really need to make an effort to get in the picture. Our sons need to see how young and beautiful and human their mamas were. Our daughters need to see us vulnerable and open and just being ourselves — women, mamas, people living lives. Avoiding the camera because we don’t like to see our own pictures? How can that be okay?
Too much of a mama’s life goes undocumented and unseen. People, including my children, don’t see the way I make sure my kids’ favorite stuffed animals are on their beds at night. They don’t know how I walk the grocery store aisles looking for treats that will thrill them for a special day. They don’t know that I saved their side-snap, paper-thin baby shirts from the hospital where they were born or their little hospital bracelets in keepsake boxes high on the top shelves of their closets. They don’t see me tossing and turning in bed wondering if I am doing an okay job as a mother, if they are okay in their schools, where we should take them for a vacation, what we should do for their birthdays. I’m up long past the news on Christmas Eve wrapping presents and eating cookies and milk, and I spend hours hunting the Internet and the local Targets for specially-requested Halloween costumes and birthday presents. They don’t see any of that.
Someday, I want them to see me, documented, sitting right there beside them: me, the woman who gave birth to them, whom they can thank for their ample thighs and their pretty hair; me, the woman who nursed them all for the first years of their lives, enduring porn star-sized boobs and leaking through her shirts for months on end; me, who ran around gathering snacks to be the week’s parent reader or planning the class Valentine’s Day party; me, who cried when I dropped them off at preschool, breathed in the smell of their post-bath hair when I read them bedtime stories, and defied speeding laws when I had to rush them to the pediatric ER in the middle of the night for fill-in-the-blank (ear infections, croup, rotavirus).
I’m everywhere in their young lives, and yet I have very few pictures of me with them. Someday I won’t be here — and I don’t know if that someday is tomorrow or thirty or forty or fifty years from now — but I want them to have pictures of me. I want them to see the way I looked at them, see how much I loved them. I am not perfect to look at and I am not perfect to love, but I am perfectly their mother.
When I look at pictures of my own mother, I don’t look at cellulite or hair debacles. I just see her — her kind eyes, her open-mouthed, joyful smile, her familiar clothes. That’s the mother I remember. My mother’s body is the vessel that carries all the memories of my childhood. I always loved that her stomach was soft, her skin freckled, her fingers long. I didn’t care that she didn’t look like a model. She was my mama.
So when all is said and done, if I can’t do it for myself, I want to do it for my kids. I want to be in the picture, to give them that visual memory of me. I want them to see how much I am here, how my body looks wrapped around them in a hug, how loved they are.
I will save the little printed page with four squares of pictures on it and the words “Morgan’s Sweet Sixteen” scrawled across the top with the date. There I am, hair not quite coiffed, make-up minimal, face fuller than I would like — one hand holding a sleeping baby’s head, and the other wrapped around my sweet littlest guy, who could not care less what I look like.”
I’ve always wanted to say “I’m with the band,” as I slide past security and on into the backstage area of a rock concert! Ok, maybe that’s still not going to happen but we just had an awesome portrait session with the great guys and fabulous ‘gal’ from the band, Affinity. Click Here to check them out!
Considered the area’s best dance band, Affinity has been captivating audiences with its high energy performances since the 1980’s. Based in Phoenix/Scottsdale, Affinity has a long history of providing music and entertainment for major social events and corporate parties in Arizona and the Southwest.Comments Off
Images by Kay & Co. Photography is proud to have our work featured in Chris Hotaling’s new book Learning To Live Again… A Day AT A Time.
Learning To Live Again… A Day At A Time is a true story about a couple’s journey of rediscovery after Chris sustained a serious brain injury in the fall of 1999.
Chris and Amy share their perspectives as survivor and caregiver and encourage the reader to believe that “It’s not the catastrophic event that defines who you are, but rather how you respond to the event that dictates who you become” – CWH
If you are at a crossroad in your life where uncertainty about the future hovers over you, this motivational story offers hope, and brings to light what is possible when tragic events intersect with one’s life plan and ambitions!
“I was so proud to be the photographer chosen to be a part of this book project. Their story both moved and motivated me. I urge you to learn more about them and their amazing journey.” -Kay