winding up . winding down

Just as I became quite sure than my brain couldn't handle another precalculus formula or exploration into the deeper meaning of Shakespeare, the semester is mercifully coming to an end. While I haven't had time for blogging, I have been taking my camera out more. Without realizing that I was living my mission stated so briefly in a past post.

The two main adventures now documented are going collard green picking with bro2 and the dadperson and making Thanksgiving. I'm trying to decide how I should present them besides just uploading them to flickr. Some sort of montage maybe. A video-y thing? I don't know.

I am coming to accept that I love capturing moments, even if no one captures mine. I'm accepting me. It's a beautiful thing.

Post Picture:Me...sometime during Thanksgiving day preparation. Stole a moment to smile for the camera.

zephyr:: about words

This is how I feel about the word 'utilize'. I refuse to say it.

A substitute for the word "use" to be employed when you want to make something sound more important or difficult than it really is.

Person says: "We utilize an alphabetical schematic to organize our records."
Translate: "We file documents alphabetically."

_{via Urban Dictionary}

thisnext:: machajewelry

Must describe my like for this beyond 'so pretty!' It totally is. A- I like that the designer went to such great lengths to make that little chunk of silver look like a gem. 2- It's pretty.
:)

Available at Macha Jewelry.

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flashback:: camp romance

From ages 9-13 I'd go to church camp for a week with my BFF. There were poked at bad food with our forks, ate too much candy, talked late into the night, swam, canoed, sat by campfires, played scavenger hunts and lived out doomed romances. (not i. i didn't need a long-distance relationship at 10.) The summertime fun I had there still comes to mind and makes me smile.

It was at camp that I first attempted photography in a more artistic sense. My aunt had given me a camera when I was about 8. So along with my clothes, multiple bottles of bug spray and extra socks, my parents would give me a roll of film. My camera, however, didn't stand up to the klutzy wear-and-tear I gave it. The back would flop open, ruining those exposures and I'm not sure it really understood the concept of focusing. Still...a love was born. My camptime infatuation. With photography.

I took the above picture with that pink kid's camera. I've always also been enamored with sunsets. This is from the back deck of the mess hall at camp, out toward the lake I refused to swim in. I was too cool. When I got the prints back, after sifting through the double-exposed and blurry candid shots of my cabin mates I saw this one. Paused. And decided I wanted to learn to take more pictures like that.

In the course of life, photography got back-burned. It was part fear, part lack-of-knowledge and resources. I came across this picture looking for one to post for a flashback. And my teenage promise came back to my ears. I promised myself I would learn. And to a degree I have. Now, to keep going.

thisnext:: modcloth

I surprised myself in being drawn to this shirt and a black and white striped shirt at the same time from ModCloth. I like the funky wildness, the flowy hippie-ish-ness. It's so pretty.

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