Major Project 1 Photography Class

I am finally in a photography and the cameras just started rolling. Our first assignment was on Line, Value, and Focus. I was focused too much on understanding focus, since I'd never used manual focus and had to set my camera on Auto(yuck) but I've learned a new skill which proves to be quite useful. I do feel quite stupid for not knowing to use manual focus, but at least I am learning in the class. Critique today: Used my directional lines photo with gamma adj. and cropping and received a 5. Only one other in the class was rated that high.

Baby Ballons, Straw Heads Gorgies

I think I refuse to grow up; that's what my dad does.

Women Mustaches & Rocka Stars

And that was before I went to the hospital.
First time too, my parents just had to make it once before I officially lost my childhood. I remember everything, but as if it were a dream.
Almost passing out in the middle of Wal-Mart, being held up by strong hands and trying to regain consciousness on my feet. Only later did I know I wasn't right, laying beneath the stars in the playground while those played tag around me and then walking around to the slide and jumping off knowing I was going to get hurt more, hitting my tail bone. My friends noticed how different I was and then were to drive me home, while waiting at the gas station I wanted to smother myself with a plastic bag, for no reason. I was against myself, I kept almost crying when I always keep it under control. But this wasn't the fun part of the night at all.


My birthday gift came early. Many hair dyes and I got to use them in the bathroom of the house. My hair bleched already from the day before, from black, ready to accept the dye purple in the front light and dark orange in the back. My hair looked like ying-yang. I put one color in his and one in mine purple on his sides and oranges in the middle. My knee was finally healing up from doing a cartwheel down the core-door at school. His was brown so later we bleched it out and redyed it all orange. And the funniest thing was how my best friend who I hadn't seen in a few months or talked to much also had orange hair that had been cut the day before as had mine.

The way we moved was so fun.

The next day I was to take it easy after the cat scan. So I got tied up like a pig and manage to get out because of flexibility. Later I was truthed to be married which lead to such a series of questions. Leading to many days of talking and finally knowing that truth is the best except when is told to intentionally hurt the man so the less I say the more good you hear and I am the truth for knowing you. I love.

(The Unfinished)

The man walking behind the track-hoe met me in an ally. I was terrified, a little kid with their semi-pro camera and nothing else meeting a full grown man with no one around. But he just asked if I was a photographer and I said yes, then asked if he wanted his picture taken. And he replied that he could not get it, meaning he was just drifting through. It stirred joy within me to find a homeless type person that meant no ill-intent. A pleasant meeting.



I had planned a photo shoot in the after noon to get some really nice details of the house; but I stopped by in the morning to check things out. This photo was taken from outside looking through what used to be a window. When I came back with my that afternoon the house was gone.


Progress is not so progressive.

Every day on my way home from Jr/Sr High School this house I would pass and merely marvel at the building complexities, how the little children on the bus would steal the leaves from the trees that proudly stood beside it and what the story was. It comes to be that my father knew the story.

The lady that lived here was offered one quarter of a million dollars so her house could be excavated and turned into a parking lot for a car company, she refused the offer sternly and continued to live on the busiest street corner.

But as every great story of standing up for one's self it must come to a tragic end eventually. This lady has either died or gone into assisted living and her house was demolished.

She was the sort of sweet old lady who would never let her windows not be curtained and kept everything spic and span, it seem a shame to push people into what they would least like to do.

Then, Baby, Hold Me Like a Sunrise

Little Ones

Un-ripped children. All together with all limbs.