Sunday, November 14, 2010

Cultural Event 3



During one of our classes’ outings, I was introduced to the camera obscura gallery. Never before had I been to a photography gallery so I was in for a real surprise. At this point in the class, I was still unsure of the criterion for a good, sellable photograph. I walked around and browsed the photographs, making mental notes of the ones I thought were the best. Then I started to notice their price tags, most of which were over three thousand dollars. I was in shock. How could something, that can be copied an unlimited amount of times, cost so much? Even though the most famous names in photography were in the author section, it still puzzled me. What could be the reason for the extremely high prices?
A few weeks later, I learned about the printing process during one of our class times.  This process is not an easy one. In fact, it is quite time consuming. Knowing this, I can better understand why a print costs so much money. How an image is printed is just as important as the original picture itself. Each of the prints in the gallery were the result of a carefully planned out process. The contrast, the sharpness, and the coloring were not created by chance. It is the work of the printer that largely impacts the value of a photograph,
This cultural outing really provided me with some insight into the business aspect of photography. Until then, I was completely unaware of the fact that photographs are accepted as works of art and priced accordingly. When I first saw the prices on some of the photographs, I thought that the person buying it must be a nut job for paying that much. But now I realize that these prices were actually reasonable. I am glad that we live in an era that recognizes the value of a photograph and I owe this all to the camera obscura gallery. 

Monday, November 8, 2010

Cultural Event 2

During a class period one day, we ventured to the library to view the debuting exhibit. When I entered the class that day, I was completely unaware that we would be taking a field trip. This presented an opportunity for a much needed break from the traditional classroom.  We walked over as a class and had lovely conversations.
            To my delight, there was a buffet filled with all kinds of goodies waiting for us.  After we devoured as much as our stomachs could physically hold, we awaited a speech from the artist.  Not to my surprise, Roddy was already well acquainted with him. We listened as he humbled himself and his images. I had taken a peak at some of his work on the way in and knew that he was very talented. 
            He spoke of his journey to accurately document these extinct bird species. It was truly fascinating listening to the stories of how the bird became extinct.  It amazed me how familiar he had become with each species. I believe he did this in order to gain a better perspective on how to photograph each individual bird. He did a fine job of capturing the true beauty of each unique bird. There was a beautiful yet morbid attitude to the set of photographs. Each bird is unique with different brilliantly colored feathers, oddly shaped beaks, and sizes of bodies. However, each experiences a similar fate.  A man made problem caused the existence of each one of these birds to cease.  God created something beautiful and humans destroy it. What a sad fate. This was an informative exhibit. Can we make the change to not see this pattern repeat itself? How many more beautiful creatures must be sacrificed until we realize our stupidity?

Henri Cartier Bresson


Henri Cartier Bresson is regarded as the father of modern photojournalism. He earned this name through the use of candid photography. His style is possibly the most influential style on photography today.
Bresson photographed a number of historical events. He had the opportunity to be the eyes for the rest of the world during these happenings. He did this job beyond any expectations. Armed with a 35 mm Leica camera, he produces art with the press of a button.  In his book, “The Decisive Moment,” he explains that there is a precise second in which the optimal picture must be taken. Each fleeting second is different from the next; therefore, a picture can be there then gone in the next instant.
While watching the video, I was moved by Bresson’s passion for capturing an image. Each image has a connection between the camera and the subject. They are depicted in the most appropriate way.  He strived to communicate to his audience exactly what he felt or saw. This was not cause by luck but it is his refined talent that produced these amazing images.  Bresson had insight on the emotion and character of humans, which played a very important role in his photography.
After reviewing some of Bresson’s pictures, I have no doubt that he is one of the most talented photographers in the history of photographers. I, myself, have learned a great deal from him simply after watching this video.  I now take it upon myself to gain as much knowledge as I can from him. 
I love these funky mammas.  Each one is so different from the other but we all possess similar qualities that makes us friends. They actually are all from minnesota and went to highschool together. However, they have made me feel like I was there the whole time. I am very picky when it comes to girl friends. I am more partial to guys. So good girlfriends are few and far between. I am so blessed to have found these ladies because they are very special. 
One of my favorite hobbies is hula hooping. To the person who has never seen this, it seems to be an odd hobby. It is really a combination of hula hooping and dancing. It is also a very good workout. It brings me so much joy. I asked my friend to take a picture because this hula hoop was huge. It is a comical picture to me because it was almost impossible to hoop with this. 
This is another attempt at a self-portrait. I am so used to being behind the camera, I often do not get into any of the pictures. To fix this, I have begun to take a picture of myself every time I shoot an event. I took this picture during my weekend trip home. I stopped at a random field place to take some pictures of my friends in the beautiful light of the sunset. This was the last picture I took. Its evidence that I was there.
I love this picture. My friends were waiting for me to grab something out of my car and leaned against this wall for some support. I quickly got out my camera and snapped a couple pictures. These people all have amazing unique personalities. The graffiti sets the perfect mood for this picture. The two aspects compliment each other. For me, this picture means a lot.
This is my little sister, not in a biological sense, but blood could not make us any closer. We met when she was only 14 and I was 17. Since then, we have often been confused as sisters. We immediately took a liking to one another and have been inseparable since. She has been through more hardships than a person that young should have to endure. I have been there with her through almost every one. Holding her while we cry together, giving her a ride whenever she needed, offering advice or help whenever I could, and doing whatever I could to help her through a rough journey. In describing our relationship, it sounds very one-sided but this is not true at all. I have learned so much from Heather. She really has had an influence on the person I am today. 
Feeling homesick, I came home on very short notice. Sadly, my dad was unable to get off work. My parents had come to Colorado to visit me just two weeks before my trip home so the point of this trip home was really to see my friends. Of course, this didn't mean I would just ignore my parents. Since my dad had to work, I decided to visit him there. He had just taken a new job as the director of the ER and it delighted me to see that his charm had not failed him. He is the most likable person I have ever met, and I could see that his new staff had accepted him with little problem. My dad taught me how to be a compassionate leader, how to love my friends and how to love my enemies. I owe so much to him and I remind myself of this everyday. I am so lucky to have my biggest role model as my father. 
Don't get me wrong here, I love CO. But there is something special about the countryside. I love taking a car ride right around sunset out in the country. The air is sweet, the sky is filled with brilliant orange and yellow colors, and nothing but fields upon fields fill your eyes. In front of you lies a long two lane road and behind you is the path you have chosen to take. Living in Denver, I realized what a luxury the barren country is. Back in the day, I took this for granted and often remarked, "I hate this boring place." But now sometimes, I find myself in my car  around sunset, driving away from civilization for no good reason.
Feeling homesick is an emotion that is only multiplied under stress. I was in week 7 of this quarter and I was stressed to the max. In a frenzy, I called my mom and asked her to get me home tomorrow. I could either make the 17 hour drive or the 2 and a half hour flight home, I chose the flight. I was home by friday evening and back into my wonderful friends loving arms not soon after that. I spent every second of my time home with loved ones and I came back to CO with a much lower stress level and completely recharged. I am so blessed to have the means to go home when I really need to. I needed to see my house, my parents, my bed, my dogs, and most of all, my old friends in order reestablish sanity in my mind. I am so lucky to know such wonderful people.

Monday, October 25, 2010

I spent another beautiful day at Wash park. It still amazes me that the weather is so beautiful towards the end of October. I love this picture because I can see the reflection of the sky in the water. It almost appears as if there are two worlds. The world that we can plainly see and the world that we perceive. The reminds me of the the two sides of the brain. The seeing part and the feeling part of the brain and the shore line is the corpus callosum or the part where the two sides meet. These two worlds are connected through this part. 

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Cultural paper 1


Denver Art Museum
            As a class, we visited the Denver Art Museum. What a wonderful place this is. There is a refreshing mix between ancient and contemporary art. This being my first trip to the museum, I was completely in awe. Never before had I seen such magnificent works of beauty and stylish pieces of contemporary art.  I was lucky enough to walk through the museum with one of my friends in the class, Jenna. She is an art history major.  We walked through the museum and talked about all the pieces of art. It was an amazing experience to be able to discuss the different piece with someone who has extensive knowledge of the collection. We were able to look at each piece up close and from a far and talk about the differences in what we saw in the different places. We contemplated the meaning behind each panting and the attitude of each image. By doing this, I was able to gain a better perspective on how to critique and analyze artwork. Before this, I simply looked a painting and if it was aesthetically pleasing, I liked it. But now, I am able to definitively have a position and generate a true emotion beyond liking or not liking. My eyes have been opened to a whole new world of art. I consider myself to be the luckiest person in our class that day due to my time with Jenna. She really helped me realize the art of personal expression through painting. I now realize that each painting is a unique description of the painter’s feelings at that time.  The art museum proved to be a very cultural, learning, and developing event. My eyes were truly opened at this place. I loved the museum and fully plan to visit again with Jenna in the near future. 

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

I LOVE DU HOCKEY. I know you guys have it in you to be better. We were smashed by Boston College but don't let that break your spirit. With practice and determination, we can be the best. Maybe not as good as BC but still really freaking good. COME ON DU
All I can say is like mother like daughter. You can see where I get my good looks from. We are undeniably related. We were at the homecoming hockey game and enjoying every minute. My family is Canadian so hockey runs in our blood. I was so fortunate to have my parents visit me. There presence was a blessing. We are now able to put aside petty bull shit and just enjoy each others company. Distance definitely makes the heart grow fonder. 
I took one of my professors advice when he said photograph the people you love extensively. My parents came and visited me and I immediately snapped a photo of them. They are standing in my new room/home. It is so odd to see this because its finally setting in that the days of living with my parents are over. I love my new place but I still miss the days where I was under the same roof as my parents. Things seemed so much easier then. Toilet paper used to just appear in my bathroom but now I have to put it there. I am slowly learning to become an adult. Ultimately my goal is to develop into a person similar to my parents.
I love taking candid photos. A picture looses its magic if the subjects are placed with a phony, calculated smile. I like how i can see how people orient themselves, how they hold themselves, and how they interact with others. If you capture the shot at the right moment, you can really learn a lot about how people operate. These random photos are my way of showing the relationships that exist between people. After all its all about who you know.
Sam is such a beautiful person, inside and out. I love this picture of her. We were at red rocks attending a concert and I wanted to snap a picture of her and her tattoo. I actually told her I was taking a picture and she smiled then immediately after, once she thought the picture was over, I snapped another one. I feel that this one really captures the essences of sam. She is a classy, funky, genuine person. I can see the kindness in her eyes.
This is a self-portrait I took of myself. On this day, I was in a state of extreme happiness. I attempted to capture the feelings I felt that day. I think the blurriness of this photo contributed to my feeling. It shows that my emotion was fluid and in motion. On this day I felt like there was this light just shining on me and everyone around me could feel this happiness. 
This was my attempt to be artsy. As you can see, I failed. But I still like the photography. Lately, my computer has been my best friend. Although, we have a love hate relationship. I love to play music, watch videos, and chat with my friends but I hate writing papers and doing homework. It is so odd to me how the same object can generate two different feelings. 
This is a picture of my friend, Mark's, hat. He turned around and I read the back and absolutely fell in love with it. I have been dreaming of living in Colorado for as long as I could remember. All through out high school I constantly found myself thinking how much I would rather be where I am now. This is a fond memory because now all I think of is how much I love Colorado.
These people are my adoptive family. We all live on the third floor. We possess a special bond in that we all are interested in being a well people. We were all getting ready to go to dinner together as a family would. I am so blessed to be surrounded by some really special people. 
This photo was taken on a retreat I went on with my wellness class. We went to Pingree park up in the mountains. When we woke up it was snowing and miserably cold. But I took a nap then woke up and went out side to see this amazing site. It was a gorgeous site. I feel like the mountain air is easier to inhale. I sat outside for a good hour just breathing in this sweet air. The mountains put me in a joyous mood. I am so lucky to live here. 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Shirin Neshat's "Allegiance with Wakefulness"

            As I perused over the photographs at the Denver Art Museum, I was feeling relatively uninspired by the images surrounding me. That is, until I gazed upon Shirin Neshat’s “Allegiance with Wakefulness.”  The elegance and vividness of the photograph strikes me in such a way to awaken my eyes to another culture. There is brilliance in this photograph that resonates within my mind.
            The photograph shows two beautiful, pale, feet that look as if they have been covered and protected their whole life. The feet seem innocent, small, and well kept which leads me to believe that they are woman’s feet.  The soles of these feet are blanketed with some traditional Iranian language. It is a heavy contrast to the light color of the pale feel. It provides emphasis on the words that cover the soles. Between the two feet, a barrel of a gun genteelly sits almost as if it were in the resting position.  You can see that is the person whose feet look so fresh is holding the gun. It is my inference that the darkness of the gun is used to contrast the paleness of the feet. We can see two polar opposite objects. The compassionate feet and the cold hard gun which work in tandem to demonstrate feeling in this image. The title of this photograph is “Allegiance with Wakefulness.”  The feet consumed with the traditional writing indicate the allegiance aspect. This woman still practices traditional Islam beliefs. However, she is alert and vigilant which the gun exhibits.
            This photo is part of a series of photographs known as “ Women of Allah.” In her native country of Iran, her photos have been forbidden to show and tell. She hoped to remove violence from its traditional setting and display it in a feministic way.  She does so by using feminist poetry as the writing displayed on the body parts. Women in her society were repressed and restricted, so she hoped to awaken the sense by using them as models. These photos were a way for her to express her concern of the violence that occurred after the 1979 Iranian Revolution.
            Shirin Neshat used photography as a way to push the boundaries that were traditionally set in her country. Her feministic eye shed new light on the violence in the Iranian society. Her work displays an unfavorable truth at that time. These photographs rang out a message of freedom from oppression and violence.

Annie Leibovitz: Life through a Lens.


Chances are if you have seen a photograph in a magazine in the last twenty years, Annie Leibovitz shot it.  She has been on the scene as one of the great portrait photographers of the 20th century.  Many popular cultural figures describe Annie’s work as one of a kind. She puts her own stamp on the photograph that makes it distinguishable from any other photographers.  
            Annie formally studied photography at the San Francisco Art Institute, but she would describe her experiences as a life-long learning process.  During her time at the art institute, Robert Frank and Henri Cartier-Bresson inspired her in their use of self-portraits. She made her début in Rolling Stones magazine in 1970. She quickly earned a name for herself from her powerful portraits of bands. Annie also influenced the look of the “look” of the cover page of magazine.  She frequently shoots for Vogue and other famous fashion magazines.
            When looking over her portfolio, I was particularly drawn to the photographs she took of John Lennon for Rolling Stone Magazine. She had the unknowing privilege of photographing John and Yoko just hours before John’s untimely death.  Yoko is stretched out on the floor and John is lying next to her naked, exposed, and natural. He cradles her head and kisses her cheek, all the while is completely comfortable in his skin. These images captured the essence of the love that surrounded this couple. The rawness of the photograph contributes to its power. It was this image that graced the cover page of Rolling Stone’s. It was not accompanied by the logo or other premier stories. All you see is the connection that, until days earlier, consumed their lives.
           
After reviewing her work, I am impressed, inspired, and emotionally moved by some of her pictures. She has a way of capturing people’s souls in a still image. Her photographs have had a lasting effect on society. Her brilliance in artistic view is clearly demonstrated throughout her work. Annie Leibovitz has the extraordinary gift of generating photos that truly represent the person’s soul. This is why she is one of the greatest self-portrait artists of our time. 

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

This is a photo of one of the cutest dogs ever. It was a Chow and some other kind of dog mix. I have been really sad lately because I miss my dogs. It always brightens my day when I am able to get some puppy love. I am such an animal lover and it kills me to not have my own animal. Animals show this unwavering love and affection that I can't get enough of. They don't care if you are in a bad mood, or you smell bad, they are always there to be man's best friend. This dog's name was foxy and he really did resemble a little fox. His owner took him everywhere and even talked to him like the dog was a human being. These two had a bond deeper than owner and pet. They both needed each other. I need my dogs right now...
This picture was taken the second night of the concert. I learned how to slow down the shutter speed of my camera and was playing with movement of light. This picture shows the crowd and the large red rock in the background. I feel that this picture shows the energy that was floating around this place. This was partly due to the fan base that follows Further. There was so much love and happiness in the air. People here were kind, compassionate, considerate, and caring. Everyone was interest in the well-being of others which made for a very special night. We sat by random people both nights and by the end of the night we had made friends with everyone in the area. This is how the world should be. Why do people hold these hostilities and act out their frustration on unsuspecting bystanders? We should give everyone the common courtesy of kindness. These people knew the value of human relationships. I can only hope that one day the idea of love your neighbor will make a comeback. 

This photo was taken right before I experienced my first concert at Red Rocks. Even though I did not personally take this picture, it still means a lot to me. I feel that it perfectly captures the feelings at the time. It was everyones first time at this venue and we were just amazed by its beauty. It is truly a spectacular place.  Here you can see the the two large rocks that sit on either side of the stage. I fulfilled a dream that day, I saw the closest band to the original Grateful Dead in the most beautiful place. But, my favorite part of this picture is the guy in the background that held up the sign that says I miss Jerry. Don't we all?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


I realized that I would probably be considered a stage 1 hoarder. Its not that I have a problem getting rid of things that I need to, but I have always felt more comfortable with a lot of stuff around me. To me, it gives my habitat a cozy feeling, like someone is actually living there. All of the artifacts are evidence of a life.  I do not feel like these things make up my life, but they trigger memories of my past encounters.  And as I look around at all the crap in my room, I think, “Thank god, I brought it all.” 
These two never stop eating. After living in the dorms for three weeks now, we have all become connoisseurs of microwavable goods. I walked into my next door neighbor, Kyle's, room, to see them studying a hot pocket. Kyle was explaining to robert the quantum physics of a critical food that is all college kid's diet . As you can see from the picture, Robert has just come to the realization that this hot, rectangular, crusty pie could be slipped in to the cardboard case. Thus, fulfilling its true identity, the Hotpocket. 

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Student Profile


Like the sauce, Camilla is sour then sweet. If she were a fruit, she would be a tangerine. When she channels her spirit animal she imagines being a black panther. Her dark sleek hair and ferocious eyes leads me to agree. After spending a little time with Camilla, I can tell that she is a loyal, kooky, fun person. She one day hopes to live in South Spain. I choose Camilla as the subject of my assignment because she is multidimensional. She has a fun loving side, a serious, caring side, and a delightfully sassy side. In closing, I asked Camilla what would she have written on her gravestone. She replied, “Definitely live life to the fullest and have no regrets.” From what I see, she is doing just that. 

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

EXPLICIT PHOTO

Yesterday was a pretty rough day. I started out my morning by getting a parking ticket and ended my afternoon by tripping in a hole and cracking my phone. The parking ticket was my fault. I was unaware that when the sign says one hour parking, they are very serious about that. Then to make matters worse. I tripped in the huge hole and landed on my week old phone and cracked the screen, then I looked down and saw my toe. It was sure a grizzly thing. After about ten minutes of throwing a fit, I cleaned my wounds and doctored my self up. Over all the day was crap but I ended up getting some practice wrapping up wound, however, I wasn't expecting to have to practice on myself.

O what beautiful flowers I see. I was taking a ride through Wash Park with my friend Lana and could not resist stopping to take a picture. How lucky are we to be surrounded by such beautiful things? It is important to stop and recognize the beautiful things that surround you. I always feel this overwhelming happiness when I see it, like I am lucky to be the one to behold it. These flowers caught my eye and I marveled in the glorious petals. This made for a very good Sunday afternoon. 
I am such a sucker for a beautiful scene. The beauty of nature is constantly moving me in such a way that I fell like I am having a spiritual experience when I see it. I feel so fortunate that I am able to view such amazing sights on a daily basis. It is these beautiful things that only reinforce my belief in a higher power. I am not a religious person but I am a very spiritual person. I know that for such beauty to exist in the world, a higher power must be there creating it. This higher power uses sunsets and scenes to give us a glimpse into their world.  

Finally after finishing the grueling orientation week, we were finally given some free time.  My two good friends here agreed to accompany me on an exposition to find the perfect Halloween costume. Seeing as Halloween is my favorite holiday, this required a lot of consideration on my part, which means a lot of time. These two were nice enough to accompany me. I wanted to take their picture because this will be a day that I will always remember. Not for the fact that the Halloween shop was really neat, but that I had two people willing to go the lengths for me. I am so thankful for these two because I would rather have two good friends than two hundred all right friends. They have really helped me through my transition all the while offering constructive and uplifting advice. I could not be happier to have them and I thank god every day for their presences in my life. 

Today we visited the Denver Art Museum and I was totally blown away, the walls were filled with works of art from portrait style European masterpieces to contemporary art pieces. As Jenna and I admired each and every painting in the European floor, one piece in particular caught my eye, the Monet. Jenna in all her infinite wisdom, told me to stand father away from the picture to be able to see it for all its beauty. As I sat there admiring one of Monet’s legacies, I wondered what mine would be. Is there any way that 300 years from now, anyone will know who I am?  I realized that unless I make an amazing scientific discovery or a masterpiece that this idea would be unreasonable. But then I thought, what about just 50 years after I pass, will anyone know me then? Since I am neither artist nor brilliant scientist, I had to find an easier way to pass myself along. Then I thought back to what Roddy had been teaching us.  Photograph EVERYTHING. That way there will be carbon copy proof that I lived this life to the fullest. For this I am very thankful. My wisdom will pass on in the form of 4x6 photographs.

On Photography Response.


As I was sitting in what was sure to be my last bath (not shower) for three months. I wondered to myself, “What the hell  (I’m presuming I can say hell now because I am in college) am I going to write this paper about?” Photographs are simply a single moment in a long train of events, not some median to convey an important piece of information. Suddenly, my phone, which was just randomly selecting songs from a playlist, sung a familiar tune that lit up a light bulb in my head. I sank lower into the tub as my phone continued to sing, “Every picture tells a story, don’t it. Every picture tells a story, don’t it,” a song  by Rod Stewart.  Just then, I realized what Rod Stewart and Sandra Sontag messages were saying to me.  Pictures tell the story. One can view an old picture, and remember the exact feeling there were experiencing at that time. Or, a person can look at another persons photograph and understand their emotion better.  However, just like an oral story, photos can falsely portray a feeling or emotion, also.
            In Plato’s Cave, a group of prisoners are lead to believe that the shadows they are seeing are the shadows of the actual objects. This, however, is untrue. Plato deceives the people into believing they are seeing a book while in actuality they are viewing a combination of objects made to look like a book. This concept can be applied to photography. In many cases, photographers have a knack for creating an image to prompt an emotional response. For instance, a photo could depict a tired, hungry, filthy, small girl bowing on her knees with outstretched hands toward merciless American soldiers. All the while, it is never made known that the girl is waiting in line to receive food from these soldiers and her arms are outstretched in a position of gratitude. Photos like these are extremely biased due to the fact we are unable to see the background or any other relevant information.  Like the people in Plato’s Cave, we are led to believe something that is not.  
In some cases, a photograph has more affect on the reader’s opinion than the long article in which the picture is meant to depict.  Often, the audiences is daunted by the lengthy reading therefore one relies solely on the image to make up their mind. Newspapers use this very powerful method of persuasion because the common public believes the truth that lies in all photographs. The truth is that the image being shown was an actual event at some point. This fact only attests to the power that an image may hold. This is why a talented photographer is paid a large amount of money to do something, which to the ignorant, may seem like a simple ordinary task. Channels, such as gossip magazines, that rely on images to portray the majority of their information realize the importance of a powerful image. Thus, the cycle continues and the public continues to draw conclusions from biased photographs.
            To be able to better understand a photographs message, one must distinguish between looking at a photograph and actually seeing that photograph. More often than not, you quickly glance at a photograph, not recognizing what hidden value this image may hold. A person may only look at the photo but never actually see it. At first glance, one may see that the women, in Dorothea Lange photo exhibition from the Great Depression, to be in an unhappy state. But to those who are able to actually see the photograph, we can learn a lot more from it.  For example, one who looks beyond the obvious will notices the deep creases in her creases in her brow which suggests that suffering has commonly plagued her face. I see, in this photo, the suffering and hardship this woman and her two children must have endured during this economic crisis. Just because your eyes are open, doesn’t mean that you are seeing. To really apprehend the context of a photograph, one must study the fine details to gain success.
Photography gives us the opportunity to see into things that one may never physically encounter. The image is the median that connects you to a previously unknown event. Once exposed to this image, it can create a lasting effect on a person, sometimes positive or other times negative. In Susan Sontag’s, On Photography, she compares the jargon of the photography world to that of gun phrases. She explains how a photographer aims the camera and shoots a photograph. Phrases like these only reinforce the idea power that the camera.  Just as a gun is used a weapon, a camera can be used in the same way. How can we forget those terrible images that came from the depths of Abu Grave prison?  The American public flew into an outrage although the vast majority of people had never seen the prison personally or was knowledgeable in any of the foreign prisoner practices. A photo provides undeniable proof of an event therefore the public cannot ignore these images.  At that point in the war on terrorism, stories of torture were no stranger to news stations. However, the fury was not recognized till those photos were released. Photographs are worth a thousand words and these photos were more influential than any news story could ever have been.
Whether a camera is used as a personal instrument of documentation or to capture a novel piece of information, the message still remains the same. A photo captures something that after a blink of an eye would be lost forever.  A moment, a feeling, an expression, or scene that after the camera flashes will be never occur again in the same way. Documentation saves these precious seconds and gives them staying power for the rest of your life.  At the time when the ends becomes closer than the beginning, you will look back on your photographs and be eternally grateful that you decided to aim and shoot.




Friday, September 10, 2010



Before each flight, it is customary to perform a routine check of the plane. You must peruse over every inch of the plane and check carefully for cracks, chips, and abnormalities.  I had just about completed my examination when I passed by the propeller spinner and caught a reflection of myself. At first, I danced around and laughed at the fun house mirror effect the shinny surface was projecting of my body, but then I realized this would be a neat picture.  This picture was taken a week before my pilots exam.  The test time rolled closer and I decided to look back at these pictures. As soon as I saw it, I realized its message. If I was going to be a pilot I must in vision myself in the plane. This picture is the most literal translation of my dream. I can actually see myself in the plane. Oddly, this image flashed through my head as I was about to take my check ride, it gave me a much needed sense of confidence. 
After all birthday fun was had, I headed to my grandparents house to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary with them.  Their children (my mom, aunts, and uncle) arranged a beautiful dinner (Canadian word for lunch) for the whole family and wedding party at a local ranch.  I can’t remember what we had for dinner or what music was played (partially due to the wine) but I do remember the happiness that filled that dining hall. Everywhere I looked each one of my family members faces beamed in exaltation for my grandparents. Most of us doubted that they would ever see this day due to my grandfather’s failing health. I have been lucky enough to attend both of my grandparents 50th wedding anniversaries.  It is a remarkable sight to see two people as much in love as the day they got married 50 years earlier. With today’s increasing divorce rate and seemingly endless search for a soul mate, this photo restored my belief in love. If you ask my grandparents if making it to the gold anniversary is an easy task and they will tell you straightforward, it is a lot of work.  But it is that willingness and commitment to continue sustaining a happy relationship that, I believe, is the definition love. My grandparents were fortunate enough to find the one wroth fighting for and they never forgot it. Now, they are in their 51st year of marriage. This is truly an achievement relationship wise and memory of this sight will resonate with me for the rest of my days. 
When I received word of this assignment, I was in Canada celebrating my 19th birthday.  For those who do not know, Canada’s legal drinking age is 19.  Being Canadian, I felt obligated to fulfill my birthright.  This photo was taken the day after my 19th birthday. As you can tell from my disheveled appearance, I had an epic night. In the middle is my cousin Kate, and the right side is a good friend named Lauren.  The world cup was going on at this time, and an entire street had been blocked off to accommodate two giagantic tvs, one fully stocked beer garden, and at least 500  soccer fans eagerly waiting for the game to start. When we arrived, the effects of our previous nights activates were still very evident.  The game was about to start and none of us could show the least bit of enthusiasm. A by stander noticed my condition and made a friendly suggestion.  He leaned in closer to me and said, “ You know the best way to get rid of a hangover... Beer.” After hearing that advice, we promptly headed to the beer garden. We were all smiles from then on out.