It's Friday already?
Sorry about the lack of updates this week. I can't seem to peel the camera off of my eye.
I've just joined a well known area photography club which has an exhibit at an art gallery tonight, and is holding another next month. I am planning on entering some pictures for the show, and want to make sure that I have enough pictures to pick from.
I don't know what I will hear from the jurors in the show, but I thought I'd give it a shot.
Miscellaneous piece of information- Dylan's new favorite song is Michael Jackson's "Bad." We heard it on the radio this morning, and with its lack of sophistication, Dylan was singing along to it in no time. Now all I've been hearing today is "I'm bad, I'm bad. Really really bad. Who's bad?" (include jazz hands.)
I've just joined a well known area photography club which has an exhibit at an art gallery tonight, and is holding another next month. I am planning on entering some pictures for the show, and want to make sure that I have enough pictures to pick from.
I don't know what I will hear from the jurors in the show, but I thought I'd give it a shot.
Miscellaneous piece of information- Dylan's new favorite song is Michael Jackson's "Bad." We heard it on the radio this morning, and with its lack of sophistication, Dylan was singing along to it in no time. Now all I've been hearing today is "I'm bad, I'm bad. Really really bad. Who's bad?" (include jazz hands.)
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posted by Sarah at
Friday, October 06, 2006
10 Comments:
What's a girl to do when she gets a new tay?
I thought you'd be getting busy with it and noticed your b&w s in the slideshow.
Very nice. Camera club - good idea. No, what I meant was, about bloody time.
You BAD! *jazz hands*
that's toy not tay. What a numpty.
Truly, Sarah, what IS life without jazz hands?
I'm so envious of you I could spit...if I wasn't such a lady, I would.
Good luck...as if you need it.
Monty- I guess I was waiting around to see if this photography thing was just a fluke. I know I got some lucky shots, but I needed to see that I could consciously take some decent pics. *jazz hands*
Jock- Sad. life without jazz hands would be very, very sad. I am happy to see people other than myself who love, respect, and understand the full power of jazz hands.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Sher who took a photography class in high school. And she fell in love with photography. She got to class early and stayed late. She took a 35 mm camera home on weekends. She loved the feel of it hanging around her neck. She loved stopping here and there and snapping photographs. She dreamed of going to college, becoming a photojournalist and working for Life Magazine or National Geographic. She was beside herself when she earned enough money to buy her own Nikon 35 mm camera.
One day the high school teacher told Sher to submit her best 3 photographs for a competition. She agonized over the photos and finally chose 3 to submit. She paced anxiously on the day of judging and danced with joy and elation when one of her photographs won first prize.
A week or so later, Sher read about a statewide photography competition and spoke to her teacher about submitting her winning photograph to get his opinion. After all the teacher himself had a couple of his photographs published in Life Magazine.
The teacher threw his head back and laughed and laughed and laughed. He looked at Sher and said "sweetie your photographs are crap. the only reason you won anything is because you submitted less crappy photos than anyone else. Don't presume to be something you are not. You do not have the eye for photography."
Sher sold her camera a couple years later and went into the medical profession. Over the years she thought often about how much she missed taking pictures but she never really bothered to try again.
One day when Sher was older, she ran across a blog called "Life in Falls" and was instantly amazed at the beautiful photography this blog contained. She eagerly checked this blog 2, 3 even 4 times a day for new photos. Sher started thinking of taking pictures again...wondering if maybe she COULD do it. She admired Sarah's photos so much..and Sarah gave Sher back that spark....that love of photography that Sher had missed for so many years.
Sher went out and bought a new camera 20+ years after she got rid of her last one. Sher knows she won't really be good at it, she has learned over the years what really great photographs look like. But thats okay. Sher knows that Sarah is one of the best photographers she has ever seen. And she is honored and awed often to be allowed to peak into Sarah's world and Sarah's mind. Sher wants to thank Sarah from the bottom of her heart for sharing her photographs and for giving Sher back something she missed for many many years - love of photography.
The End.
(jazz hands, jazz hands, jazz hands)
Sher- I am speechless. You have flattered me to the point that I am slightly embarassed (but in a good-feeling way)
I hope that you continue snapping away. I think that you have talent. You know that you have that passion. Why would you listen to that ass? Keep following your passions. I personally woud like to see more of your work.
Thank you for making my night.
...that was the most stunning and breathtaking interaction on comments that I have ever witnessed.
Amazing how lives touch one another.
;)t
Jock told me about your photos last year...and I have been anxiously awaiting new ones ever since.
I can't put my (jazz) finger on what it is that makes them so wonderful...your unique perspective? the timeless quality? It doesn't matter, really, because I keep coming back for more and more.
It's not a fluke, Sarah. I predict ribbons, certificats, cash and new fans will find you after the exhibition...knock 'em dead!
P.S. I have to admit I'm horrified that Sher's teacher would squash her interest like that - what a rat bastard.
Several things:
First of all. Good for you, Sher! What a brave thing to do -- facing down your "inadequacy" and getting back to something you love! And taking Sarah along for the (well-deserved) ride. You guys rock.
Then. Sarah, did you bake (and frost!) that pink cake? If so: pffffffffppptffffffft! Show-off. Now, hurry up and cut me a piece. I'll have white milk to drink.
And. That photo of Dylan in the leaves is wonderful. I love how his face and hands are so bright and clear (and that his hands are dirty). What a glorious photo!
I'm amazed and awed at what you capture. Your shots do not have a 'still life' to them. Probably because of all the feeling that they stir up in viewer, huh?
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