The Photography Muse

I've been published again!  Yeah.  Here is the link to the page: http://www.ounce.org/systems.html; Hover over the image to see my credit. 

Awesome, huh? Happy Shooting

Life's been a whirlwind lately.  I feel a little like Sally Field, "You like me! You really like me!*"  I've finally been selected to work in a position that encourages my creative mind instead of stifling it.  Of course it will be a challenging and rewarding endeavor to work at a renown Microsoft Partner as a SharePoint Design Consultant.   

 I am only able to write a short blurb while I'm making dinner, but I thought it was very amusing that my purse decided that I needed a softbox kit. You see, I was all sick and congested and miserable while traveling to my aunts for Thanksgiving. To whittle away the time on the road, I used my PDA phone to look up the cost of softboxes on Amazon. I was interested in learning more about this one.   I tried to send it to my wishlist. With one clumsy click, I sent it to my shopping cart. No big deal, right?

I am struggling right now with my photography, but not as you might think. I've recently collected some of my recent thoughts that were hazy and foggy due to the sickness.

I have an art background. In fact, I almost attended a prestigious art school when starting out my adult life, many moons ago. I was offered a partial scholarship to Otis Parsons School of Art. Alas, I chose a more sensible degree (BS in Nursing) but continued to paint as a hobby. I've sold several pieces for impressive amounts but essentially, I sold out.

Being sick makes taking photos of yourself something of a chore. I've developed the beginning of a nasty cold. I am getting the chills and my joints ache.  My throat is tickly and my ears feel clogged. The weirdest part is the fuzzy eye feeling.  My eyes feel warm and fuzzy.

 Yesterday, I came home and the first thing I did was take all my makeup on and put on a Tshirt.  I forgot that I still had to take a self portrait. I didn’t want to just shoot a snapshot. But I didn’t feel like being creative or funny or sexy.

I am not a model.  I'm a thirty-something photographer who likes to capture the beauty in others rather than put the camera on myself.  Yes, I enjoy hamming it up for the camera but to really open yourself up to be photographed as who you are, not how want others to perceive you, is tough.  One day, I'd like to say that I am that comfortable with who I am, unashamed of the woman I am as I stand naked before the world.  All eyes on me and I am proud and unafraid.

 I'm not there yet. 

Okay.  Here goes nothing. I'm starting the 365 day self portrait group.  I have so much to learn about portraiture, lighting and pose.  I'm a girl with lots of hair.  Why not learn by using myself?  I'm sure i can have fun with this.  I doubt I will put so much effort into it each time, though.  Daradactyl, you have inspired me to chronicle each moment, not just the purty ones. 

Watch out 365 Days... here I come!  ;)

There’s a first for everything. It was bound to happen. I just wish that Austin wasn’t with me when Johnny Law finally tried to come between me and my passion.

It was close to sunset and I dragged Austin from a friend and a video game to go “nature walking” as I like to call it. I grabbed my tripod, backpack, and camera and hopped in the car to go to a “remote natural location” tucked away in the burbs.