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The truth

hhot and dirty martinis- is there any drink that's better? My sister whipped up a couple of what she calls hot and dirty martinis last night- vodka, lots o-o olive juice (sans the actual olives for her) and some spicy hot peppers thrown into the mix, literally. All shaken up, i didn't know whether to feel hot form the drink or cold from its frostaliciousness. Anyway, before we chilled out for the night martini in hand, we spent the day seeking out good props for photos and we came across a gold mind. While in the dreadful company of jo-anne fabrics i suggested we skip over to Savers that was next door, this is a discount donation store somewhat like goodwill but 10 times better. Upon arrival i quickly discovered this savers was more beautiful than any other i had been in previously. It has useless items like ethnic santa clause nick nacks, cardboard coasters that before yesterday thought were always free with your drink at the local bar, used sheets and towels which may be gross unless you are looking to use that sheet for clothing purposes (still gross maybe), halloween costumes (which grace and i are well aware of as we bought our costumes freshman year from there), fast food vendor onesies, vintage hats, light bright (blast from the past) and oversized yellow crayons. The true excellence was in the hats that we found- one of a kind, unlike anything you could buy in a store present day. One of the best parts of this store were the carts that are available for use. It's not like your everyday shopping cart but yet, way better. At first you think its one of those little red rectangular baskets you use when purchasing 12 items or less at the grocery store but come to find out it has wheels and a long handle- so you can actually wheel your 10 hats, fast food uniform and ski jacket alongside of you in a very hassle-free manner. When checking out we spotted a velvet, cinched up red devil outfit on one of the employees which amde the experience that much better.
Needless to say, we had a million and one laughs and got some great gets! the beauty of discount shopping-

Heroes

There are certain class that I like to keep to myself. I enjoy sitting there silently, taking it all in and scribing down my neatly organized notes. It is not necessarily an indicator of how much i enjoy the class or not, there are just those classes that I prefer to keep quiet. Perhaps I am intimidated by my classmates, afraid I will say something that will get shut down or maybe just for the simple fact that I like observing whats going on around me sometimes rather than considering myself as a part of it. I like the idea of being smack in the middle of a classroom but feeling like maybe nobody sees you. With that being said, my holocaust history class is one of these classes. I adore the class, i love it so much and look forward to it every time that I have it but I simply do not talk in it. I love listening to my 70 year old teacher talk because he is good at it. he is a good teacher with a lot of knowledge. I've always been interested in the subject of the holocaust and it is something that I could talk about endlessly but for one way or another, i don't prefer to in this class. Not to mention, the one time that I did speak in this class my teacher couldn't hear me and we went through that whole "what, i cant hear you" i repeated what i said, "what" i again, repeated what i said, "what?" he said again- "STALINS DICTATORSHIP OF RUSSIA" i ended up yelling at my poor little old teacher because i was mortified that I had to keep repeating myself. Anyway, my whole idea of 'not being seen' came to a halt today when my teacher was explaining how he gave his three kids middle names of his personal heroes last names- Clarence Darrow, Martin Luther King and Margaret Sagan. I thought this was a very cool idea and valid heroes at that as i was sitting there simply processing the idea of having your childrens middle names be after your heroes he quickly says "Don't you guys have heroes?" Then points to me. "DO you have heroes, who are your heroes?" I paused for what felt like 5 minutes and can only image the deep shade of red my face took on. The first thing that came to my head were the members of my family- they are my personal heroes but was I supposed to say that? Nobody in this class knows my family- will people think i am being cliche if i spit out "my parents" so instead i said the opposite of what i truly felt, "not off the top of my head" i replied.
I wish I could have run out of the class right then and there- not off the top of my head? DO i have no depth whatsoever? Who says that. I don't want to be that person that has no opinion, has nothing to say. But as the day pressed on i kept going back to that one question and i still couldn't think of anyone that I would have said. To me a hero is someone that you live everyday by- someone who you think about a lot, someone you try to imitate their morals and values, the way they've run their life- and still, my family members are truly the only people that I think about every single day, the only people that I try to mimic my life after and the only people that I can 100% say will always be my heroes. I don't know where life is going to take me and to have some hero for the time being doesn't seem so heroic. I don't want to have a hero just to have a hero- it has to be someone that means so much to me and as mentioned before, that's only my family. Of course I have deep admiration for many people throughout history but i don't feel comfortable calling any of them my heroes simply because i don't know how they lived their every day life- i don't personally know any of them. THey may have done something that is so unselfish, outstanding and beautiful but, i only know them for that. I know how my family lives their life, i respect it, value it and love it. I don't want to have a hero that I don't know all of them.
Does this make sense? or should i have more heroes?

Emery Farm

Cool Air, Cozy bed

There is something that I look forward to in the autumn/winter months more than I do apple picking, pumpkin carving and witch trials. Although those rank high on my list of enjoyable experiences, this takes the cake. I love having my window wide open at night with an excessive amount of blankets layered ontop of me. The cold, crisp air floating around while I'm in a cozy warm cocoon- what is better than that? My bed layering is generally as follows:
layer 1- fleece blanket (closest to me so i want it to be uber warmy warm)
layer 2- Bed sheet
Layer 3- Flannel blanket
Layer 4- Heavy comforter
and as childish as it may sound, I have one last blanket that i....that i...
that i hug/hold/lay my head on. it takes on many forms throughout the night- its a comort thing, shhh.
I enjoy, right before going to bed, taking all of the blankets off of my bed and layering it as such, urging to hop right in and fall asleep at the blink of an eye.
Yes, this is what I look forward to as the cold weather rolls in.

At what age are you supposed to start purchasing and using anti-aging face cream?

When one door CLOSES

another door opens-
I am experimenting- trying to figure out what to do for my self-portrait for my studi class. [naturally] it has to have some sort of MESSAGE, guh, and im thinking, i love the idea of one door closing, another opening- so why not do it in this form? what do we think??
im going to go ahead and say NO.

Michael Winters Interview

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Part of me felt wrong. Part of me felt as if maybe it was not meant to be. Was I not grasping the real structure of photography? Why don't my photos have messages and intent to them? I take photos mostly for the sheer aesthetic qualities. I cant help but feel extremely cliche when trying to tie images with messages, state quotes that stand up for my prints. I take pictures because I think I can do something with them. I think perhaps they will captivate my audience, perhaps people will enjoy them. I don't expect deep meaning. tonight I realized something big, something really big.
Michael winters said, “I actually advise some people to not take a class (which may be totally naïve of me) other than to learn how to use their camera in manual mode. As for all of the other theory regarding what’s right or not right, I ignore as there is nothing worse than imposing rules to stifle creativity.” i loved this quote because sometimes i resent criticism in my photography. I create an image to look this way- i wanted it to look this way and i wanted all of the technical/physical/emotion properties to be this way. whose to say that it's wrong? I find that in a structured class setting, sometimes your photography falls into the 'wrong' category, but why?? If I spent a serious amount of time creating an image to look the way it looks, regardless if you like it or not, is it really wrong? I never thought so.
I had the pleasure of interviewing one of my favorite photographers to date, Michael Winters. I found his words as inspiring as his images.