the white spots are on the wall- not the film
shoulda used a filter...didn't have the time...or the filter...still like it though
Friday, December 4, 2009
Final Project, Series- The Seven Deadly Sins
the white spots are on the wall- not the film shoulda used a filter...didn't have the time...or the filter...still like it though
Lighting and Sense of Place (ignore the white edges- i had trouble cropping these due to scanner issues)
"Ted and Wally's" this is one of my favorites
"Untitled"
"Stay Inside the Lines"Friday, November 13, 2009
framing with line and shape- these one's all have a creepy feel to them
"Dirty Mirror"
"under the bar stool"
"an autumn tantrum"
motion prints (stop action, blurred subject, extreme exposure)
"Play Time"- this one's pretty smokey but i just dig it
"Belly Dancers"- taken at The Loom Weaves Joslyn
"Cravings"
"156th & Dodge"
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
LOST
I've basically been writing since the day I learned how. It's not just an outlet, it is one of my greatest passions.
I have a folder. It is a green folder with magazine cutouts on the front. This folder holds all my favorite pieces written by me since age 14. When I was about 9 months pregnant, I realized that this folder was lost. I was looking for the folder originally so that I could make some copies of my work to put in my son's scrap book. I wanted him to have a sense of who I am. I STILL have yet to find it. I've been looking everywhere. I am extremely distraught over the idea that it might be gone forever. These poems, these songs, these stories, they're a part of me. I can always write more, but I can't re-write what I've lost. All I can do is pray and keep up the search, but I'm just so worried.
I have a folder. It is a green folder with magazine cutouts on the front. This folder holds all my favorite pieces written by me since age 14. When I was about 9 months pregnant, I realized that this folder was lost. I was looking for the folder originally so that I could make some copies of my work to put in my son's scrap book. I wanted him to have a sense of who I am. I STILL have yet to find it. I've been looking everywhere. I am extremely distraught over the idea that it might be gone forever. These poems, these songs, these stories, they're a part of me. I can always write more, but I can't re-write what I've lost. All I can do is pray and keep up the search, but I'm just so worried.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
sitting waiting wishing
Boy #1- i have always found you attractive, but you're just too much of a brother to me. i love you, but i just can't imagine being with you, and trust me- i've tried.
Boy #2- you're an asshole, but physically you are everything i want. it's ironic, i know, and a wonderful form of mental torture.
Boy #3- i wasn't even physically attracted to you at all at first- but we connected and that changed everything. i still think about you all the time. i still think we would have been great. at one point i thought i was over you, but i know i won't be until i meet someone new. that's just the way i am. i think part of the problem is that i want what i cannot have. i know you are the same way...i kind of suspect that's one of the reasons you changed your mind about me in the first place.
love itself is a beautiful thing. it's the problems that coincide with love that are ugly. loneliness, rejection, jealousy, etc. i met a really nice guy last week. he was classy and generous, great style, a gentleman...he's been asking me out, but i'm just not attracted to him. i feel bad, but what can i do about it? then on the other hand there's all of my guy friends who want me physically, but don't want to date me. yeah right pigs. when it comes to matters of the heart, there is no trying to make sense of anything. why we fall for the people we fall for, why they don't feel the same, why certain people fall for us... it's all so random and almost depressing. i guess all i can do is patiently wait until i feel that connection again. it's just really frustrating. i've been alone for a long time. i went through pregnancy alone. i'm just tired of being alone... but hey, i'm a big girl. i can take care of myself just fine, and no one said life was supposed to be easy. right?
Boy #2- you're an asshole, but physically you are everything i want. it's ironic, i know, and a wonderful form of mental torture.
Boy #3- i wasn't even physically attracted to you at all at first- but we connected and that changed everything. i still think about you all the time. i still think we would have been great. at one point i thought i was over you, but i know i won't be until i meet someone new. that's just the way i am. i think part of the problem is that i want what i cannot have. i know you are the same way...i kind of suspect that's one of the reasons you changed your mind about me in the first place.
love itself is a beautiful thing. it's the problems that coincide with love that are ugly. loneliness, rejection, jealousy, etc. i met a really nice guy last week. he was classy and generous, great style, a gentleman...he's been asking me out, but i'm just not attracted to him. i feel bad, but what can i do about it? then on the other hand there's all of my guy friends who want me physically, but don't want to date me. yeah right pigs. when it comes to matters of the heart, there is no trying to make sense of anything. why we fall for the people we fall for, why they don't feel the same, why certain people fall for us... it's all so random and almost depressing. i guess all i can do is patiently wait until i feel that connection again. it's just really frustrating. i've been alone for a long time. i went through pregnancy alone. i'm just tired of being alone... but hey, i'm a big girl. i can take care of myself just fine, and no one said life was supposed to be easy. right?
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