Go To Your Room
February 23rd, 2009
Here’s a picture of Angela in her room.
I enjoy hanging around people younger than I. Younger people, like those in my youth group at church, still have the world before them and it’s nice to be with kids who have alot of questions and are still a bit unsure about what is going to unfold before them. I can relate in this aspect, because there are still questions that I ask every day, and there are still answers that I haven’t found.
One of the big blessings in my life are my youth group kids. I had some trouble relating to them when they came into youth group in the seventh grade: they had attention spans of bats and no one seemed to be listening more than a minute at a time (well those things don’t change sometimes so maybe I’ve adjusted). But now they have grown up way too fast and many of them are not just the kids I see every weekend but instead, they are now my friends; people with whom I can completely be myself and not hold anything back. I connect on a deeper level with them and now many of them are leaving for college.
A month ago I was challenged in a class to do a series, and I wanted to do an ugly sweater series. Go to the thrift stores and come up with the ugliest sweaters that hit the light of day and do a fun fashion shoot. So that idea got killed when my professor told me it’s supposed to be in black and white.
Then I thought about kids in their rooms. I thought about how kids order their room the way they want to and how sometimes their personality and likes and dislikes surface in their room. In any case, Angela’s room was one of my favorite assignments to do because I really enjoyed talking to her during the shoot. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and seeing her room really brought me back to my room, and how sometimes my mom would try to clean up my room and I would be so frustrated because then I couldn’t find anything. Yes, I suppose that sometimes there is disorder in order also.
Here’s the first in the series. I’ll try to post some more pics as they get done.
Welcome
February 17th, 2009
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Happy Friday
February 6th, 2009
Thank God it’s Friday! This week has been a busy week. I’ve been fielding inquiries for the upcoming wedding season as well as playing around with medium format film cameras. A few days ago I shot a few portraits in studio with a Mamiya RZ. It was alot of fun. It’s quite a departure from the digital age. I kept on forgetting to take the dark slide out before releasing the shutter–the darkslide is this thin metal piece that kind of reminds me of a coaster, except thinner. I also got a kick out of framing my shots in squares, since medium format film results in square photographs, unlike 35 mm films, which results in rectangular photographs.
I love the sound of the shutter releasing, but even more I love learning new things. I think as people grow older they tend to want to settle into things and do a routine that is comfortable. Not everyone of course, but in general it’s uncomfortable to be out of our element as we get older. But for me the payoff is that it satiates my curiosity. I hope I never lose that part of me.
And another thing I tried this week: fresh cut coconut. I squeezed a wedge of lime on it and eh, it’s okay. I love coconut juice so I thought fresh cut coconut would be a nice extension. But the fresh coconut was crunchy and very mild-tasting. I probably wouldn’t get it again, but maybe it’s an acquired taste. Or maybe Mexican coconuts are different than Thai coconuts.
Here’s to trying new things.
Christine.