Jan 16, 2015 |
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The car in front of me stopped short, and I jammed hard on the brakes. “Sorry,” I glanced over at Nick, trying to gauge his frustration.
“What?” He asked, grinning. “Should I react like you would?” He twisted suddenly, slammed his cheek and hands against the glass, and raised his knees up into his chest. His eyes and mouth opened wide in pretend shock.
“HA-ha-HA-ha,” I knew a good impression of me when I saw one.
No matter how much I make fun of Nick’s “unmanly” avoidance of driving, we both know it’s better for both of us this way. Although I’m not quite as bad as he made me out to be, I am a bit spastic as a passenger. It’s all about control, and among other things on my to-let-go-of list, control is what I cling to most.
This series has definitely been a practice in releasing some control. Often, the hardest challenges bring the best rewards. So when an unexpected gem shows up in the blur, it’s even better than if I’d put it there myself.
I couldn’t repeat this photo if I tried a million times; there’s something special about that.
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Jan 9, 2015
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The world seems so big, but it’s nothing but a pin prick in the solar system, a molecule in the milky way, an atom in the seemingly infinite universe. I’ve always been in awe of space. The beauty, the vastness, the mystery. As the world gets smaller in my perspective, I can’t help but feel insignificant. What’s smaller than an atom?
Many times it can take me a while to title my photos, but sometimes a photo will call out to me immediately. This one screamed “galaxy” before it ever left the camera.
Just like that I saw an entire star system in my sink and my perspective flipped. Suddenly I’d been promoted from tinier than an atom to goddess of the rose galaxy. It certainly is a bipolar world I live in.
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Jan 2, 2015
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With my sink full of flower petals and floating bling, I knew the random abstract backgrounds I could create were endless. At some point during this photoshoot, though, I got tired of all the swirling. I wanted some other kind of movement, but I had to think outside the sink.
The swirling was inspired by the way water drains, so I tried to imagine water in nature. I envisioned streams and rivers, and grew further frustrated. I had already attempted, and failed, to create a flowing waterfall in my sink. Then the ocean overpowered my imagination and I was inspired to make waves.
I thrust my spatula down into the sink, my bling bobbed up and down with a slight sway, and suddenly I had a new way to create.
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Dec 26, 2014
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We’re all like little tornadoes, running along life’s unpredictable path. All you pass is swept up into your world, whether you want to absorb it or not, it’ll end up swirling around you. You might be able to push some things back out, but others will get trapped in your whirlwind; circling and circling your head.
You could pick up a branch like a new problem at work. Leaves might surround you like a soothing song overheard on the street. Gravel could strike like a hailstorm on your new car, or sand might strip away a bad relationship like an old layer of paint. We can’t control everything that comes in and out of our lives, we can only be aware of it.
I used to think that I had to fully control the chaotic storm that is my life. I turned to meditation to make myself happy. Eventually, I learned that meditation is not about force. It’s about finding the center of the storm, and being able to be at peace there while the world whips around you.
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Dec 25, 2014
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As soon as I stuff my face with turkey and the food guilt starts to settle in, the chaotic energy surrounding Christmas also starts to settle, and then begins to suffocate me like a poisonous gas.
If you know me personally, you might think I’m a Scrooge without reason. I’ve never had a traumatizing Christmas. As a kid, the presents were plentiful and, even though Santa’s handwriting looked strikingly similar to my mother’s, there was bit of magic in the overnight appearance of even more presents, and the half-eaten cookies we’d discover in the morning. There are much more unfortunate people out there with better reasons to hate Christmas, you might think. Sorry, but I just can’t help but be cynical this time of year, it’s in my nature.
Maybe it’s the horrible combination of red and green everywhere you look. It might be the endless carols in every store, on every radio station, and eventually stuck on replay in every corner of my mind!!!
It’s most certainly the somewhat forced kindness and cheer people push out because “tis the season,” and season rules are in effect. There shouldn’t be a season for kindness.
It’s definitely the additional pressure every season-abiding citizen must feel to buy the best gifts, in the most crowded and time-consuming situations. And they better be effin jolly about it too!
I truly feel for the poor people working in retail, who deal with the not-so-jolly consumers. You can’t forget about the small business owners, either, who fret about having the best Black Friday sale, because they fear it’s the last chance they’ll have to sell anything until spring.
Maybe if I had kids I’d be less cynical… but probably not. In my mind, Christmas is just a day that causes way too much unnecessary stress.
A few weeks ago I was deep in stress mode, dreaming of December 26th, and thinking about how to overcome it all, when my gaze settled on this photo. Suddenly, I was transported back to Christmas 2010, the day I made it, and the best Christmas ever.
It was the first time I found myself with no obligations for Christmas. While some might find this sad, I was overjoyed about having some free, uninterrupted, time to spend doing something for me. I quickly made plans with my camera. When my friends insisted I join their families for the holiday, I called my photo plans a present to myself that I couldn’t wait to get started on. That got the point across.
As I gazed at this photo, I remembered how easily I got into the photography zone that day. Just me, my camera, and a few feathers to experiment with. I played with lights, backgrounds, and water droplets, and time passed like a bullet.
This photo is full of so many firsts: It was the first time I ever made something my confidence considered beautiful enough to be called art. It was also the first print I sold as art. It was the first photo Nick claimed as his favorite, and he soon proved it to me by making it the first of my art to hang in our apartment. It was the first Christmas I looked forward to as an adult.
As all these memories flooded my mind, the stress started to ease, and I knew what I had to do this year. It was time to take another Christmas off.
Thankfully, I’m surrounded by people who understand my introverted nature. So when I cancelled Christmas this year, nobody called me Scrooge, or tried to change my mind, they totally got it, and I could breathe a sigh of relief.
Merry Christmas, I hope the holiday was everything you wanted it to be!
Dec 19, 2014
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My hand hovers over the blank page and my restless thumb works the pen tip in and out: click-click click-click, click-click click-click. As I stare at my latest batch of photos and wonder what to write, my eyes fix on this particular rose.
It’s pleading, drowning, and reaching for a savior. The more I look, the more the rose transforms into a figure… like a damsel in distress. Juliet? No. Rapunzel? No. Ariel?! Yes! Ariel, the red-headed mermaid, just before Ursula’s whirlpool drags her from the surface.
So am I a good witch or a bad witch? All the sparkly, shimmery magic that’s swirling around the vase glistens like Glenda from the Wizard of Oz. Of course I’m a good witch!
Then I picture the countertops that surrounded my magical set: piles of petals and bits of chopped stems were scattered across every surface. Am I a flower murderer? Was this a rose massacre? So maybe I’m a bad witch after all.
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Dec 12, 2014
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I stood hunched over the sink, at the top of a step ladder. Like a witch stirring a cauldron, I swirled the rose petal dappled water around and around. I may have even cackled a couple of times; I can’t help it, that’s just what my laugh sounds like.
It felt like I was casting a spell on the petals, urging them to flow in the most beautiful possible way. After my spatula left the pool it was out of my hands. Water, petals, and light took over. I only had to click the shutter open: one last decision.
More than 150 clicks later, all the elements came together into this perfectly composed piece. Great composition is a hard thing to find in such semi-random motion, but I think it was worth the wait. Hey, magic takes time, and a good witch has to have patience.
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Dec 5, 2014 |
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I peeked out the window and checked for the sun; this is how I get the weather report in spring and fall, and it’s often misleading.
One overcast day I bundled Gracie in her monkey sweater and found myself sweating underneath three layers. It was probably 50, but it felt more like 80 with all our ridiculous clothing.
Only a day before, though, I was hugging myself and urging her along, “come on Gracie go pee-pee, go pee-pee!” I stood shivering in my sweatshirt and felt guilty about my poor pibble; she was in nothing but her birthday suit. The sun was shinning bright that day… uselessly, I might add.
All that meteorological confusion is gone now. No more of your trickery, Sun. I don’t have to look out the window to guess how it’ll feel. It’s effin freezing out… probably from now on.
I saved this leaf for last, with the hope that all that fiery red might fool you into feeling warm the way the sun always seems to fool me.
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Gracie Lou AKA Moo being extra cute in the monkey sweater her Aunt Jen bought her.
Nov 28, 2014
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The wind grabbed at my hair so violently that even the tiniest wisps stung like little whips in their medusa-like craze. They predicted 40 MPH gusts that day and, as usual, I was underdressed for the occasion.
I could hear the wind coming, the rustling was like static all around me. When it was about to strike, the sound amplified quickly, suddenly whooshing past my ears. The cold easily cut through my clothes, stinging my skin. The few clouds rolled in and out of the sun’s path, briefly chilling me further.
When I couldn’t take it anymore I got into my car. Shielded from the wind, and baking in the sun, it was the perfect break room to warm up and scope out my next shot.
This is what I think of as the perfect storm. Enough force to intrigue me and enough sun to make all the stormy discomforts dissipate quickly.
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Nov 21, 2014 |
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Ever look in the mirror and totally shock yourself? I did earlier this week!
I was in my typical bum-wear: yoga pants and a sweatshirt from 1999. It’s a faded brown, with a few holes, and the cuffs are torn where the folds used to be. That’s one fall perk; when I take Gracie out, big, baggy sweatshirts, are the perfect way to hide the fact that I don’t feel like wearing a bra.
So if I’m typically a bum, what was the big shocker? My hair! I’m parting it differently, and sometimes pieces here and there still try regress to a former life, but this was bad! It looked like I stuck my head in a blender, and this was after my 2nd venture outside that day! I grabbed my brush and started working out the mess, only to have it get caught in a knot so big it was halfway to making dreadlock status!
This is what happens when I take a week off from the 9-5 photography to get some artsy work done. So thank you boring products that need to be photographed… you keep me looking halfway decent five days a week.
What about you? Do you ever just bum out? Ever been caught by your neighbors looking like hell? Help me feel a bit less freakish and tell me about it!
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