Confession time: I've always been in love with photography. Ok, it's not so much of a confession if you already knew that about me. But, as Biggie puts it, "if you don't know, now you know." Where does this enthusiasm come from? When I was in high school, I was fortunate enough to have attended a very small, art-centric all-girl's school. Having been somewhat of a camerawhore all of my life, it was obvious that I would be compelled to take photography as a course. And boy was it something! I was in love with taking pictures on those old camera, developing film in the dark room, learning about exposure, focus, centering, balance and the joy of hearing that satisfying click. We even got to spend the day in an actual studio and play dress-up and take turns being model and photographer (gee, I wonder why I like to do that to this day?). It was such a fun class that I took the next level, Photo II and I probably would have died in ecstasy if I majored in it (or did a photo-journalism major) but I completely denied myself that simply pleasure in life and...didn't.
Thinking back on it, I really should have just gone for it. I even ran in to an old classmate (well, she was in the grade above me) and she told me that she was a photo-journalism major and loved every minute of it. I remember sighing heavily with envy and still I didn't switch majors. Probably because I knew that photography fell under art and as much as I have a deep-seated love for the arts, I also had a deep-seated loathing for college (at the time) so I opted for the quick-exit strategy instead, knowing that Art-majors had a notoriety for being on the six-year track (nothing wrong with that, it was just that I was very impatient at that point). Now that I've been out of school for a year, I can appreciate it from a distance and l've learned to miss it, which, is so cliche and true. I've always had an inner-geek desire to learn, it's no secret that I'm an English nerd (with bad grammar) and I do have a curiosity that easily competes with George the monkey so naturally, I wanna learn it all and I wanna do it all. Just today, I was in the car and telling my mom that I want to
travel,
go to culinary school,
take cosmetician courses,
get a massage license,
travel,
perhaps move away for a while,
open my own cafe,
oh--and bookstore,
I should start taking Bikram yoga again soon, huh? I miss it,
I wouldn't mind take a few more classes in photography,
and fashion classes, since I've been doing a lot of stylist work,
maybe I should start subscribing to WWD...
I should really invest in a lens for that Nikon camera Junior keeps reminding me about,
I love forensics--I would have loved to be a forensic scientist if I corpses didn't freak me out so much,
still wanna go to culinary school though, like Le Cordon Bleu or Art Institute,
did I mention I'd like to travel? It would be great as a job.
Ok, ok, no I didn't say all of that in the car today with my mother, but they're all things I've mentioned to her at some point or another because, well, it's all true. And bless her heart, she sits there and actually listens to me (and if she tunes me out, she's great enough to at least pretend by smiling and nodding at the right time). She also gives me great advice and hears out all of my eagerness with just as much eagerness.
There was no real point to this entry, I simply thought that you should know that I'm a day-dream believer and optimist.
Here are some of the slightly less embarrassing pictures I took in high school. There's a reason why you only get to see the thumbnail version...the rest really are all crap. 2003
I thought I was so unique, taking this. 2003?
More recent stuff. I like portraits. Ken and his guitar, 2007.
This is Jace. Isn't she pretty? Jace, 2009.
Brent, obviously. 2010.
Told you, we take turns being model and photographer. Photo by Jace, 2009.
Just wanted a reason to post this. You're allowed to say, "aww." Photo by Seychelle, 2010.
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