My journal of big words and pretty pictures
This face… my face… is more comfortable behind the camera lens than in front of it. I carry an image of myself in my mind’s eye, and it doesn’t reconcile with what I see on film or in the mirror. I don’t like that, it makes me feel uncomfortable, alien, like an imposter. Behind the … Continue reading Smile like you mean it
My passion is to see the things that no one else sees, and to capture that moment. During a recent morning walk, I noticed what appeared to be a tiny side mirror from a bike or scooter on the ground. At first, I passed it by, only to backtrack and take the shot with my smartphone. … Continue reading When passion is possession
I'm giving the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) another go. February was a bit of a bust, and left me feeling inadequate. It is the shortest month of the year, and somehow I couldn't manage to post every day... bygones. This month, May, the theme is "Photo." I have a strategy. I think that's the … Continue reading NaBloPhoTo
Every edge fraying Coming apart at the seams So many pieces
I loath having my photo taken. Forget water-boarding, bamboo splinters under my fingernails, heavy metal blasted at 11, or even sleep deprivation (been there, doing that), the worst form of torture is posing for a portrait. I've been brought to tears before because I couldn't escape a camera aimed at me. Want to piss me … Continue reading Self expression
I look like I know what I'm doing. Black rubber-encased camera with a custom-made neck strap; a 55-200mm zoom expertly twisted into place; long hair expertly encased in a black ball cap; capped off by a tan field vest with its many pockets filled with prime lenses, filters, and batteries - I am the very … Continue reading Reflecting
Thin spiral notebook 