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...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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.
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