at a gallery open house sometime last week somewhere in sl
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
the dress of your dreams
i've never really done the whole girls culture thing and so it really fascinates me to watch them. this was a prom dress exchange where girls could come and buy or rent used dresses. sadly, though, they said, the boys haven't really asked many girls out yet this year so a lot of them wait to buy their dress. What if you don't get asked out, and you're waiting and waiting for some guy to pick you over everyone else. It must be a lot of pressure, for sure.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
as far as protests go...
we're not the rally capitol of the world, I think, so I thought it'd be interesting to tag along with these guys for a while. it was nice to see people standing up for something they believe in. like standing up and leaving the house and coming together.
what was kind of strange was the lack of white people. in support? no? i thought people could also march in support not just for their own good....
what was kind of strange was the lack of white people. in support? no? i thought people could also march in support not just for their own good....
Pferdeeeeeee!
With JaNae at Antelope Island.
Growing up, I was a horse girl. I had read all the books in the library that had remotely to do with horses. I had memorized all the bones in a horse's body and what plants they shouldn't eat. My room was plastered with horse posters. And I dreamed of roaming around on a horse of my own. And then last Friday, Antelope Island felt that way. To take in the wind and the wide-open grasslands and to ride a horse again was amazing and made feel like that 12-year-old girl with a self-made horse sweater.
Growing up, I was a horse girl. I had read all the books in the library that had remotely to do with horses. I had memorized all the bones in a horse's body and what plants they shouldn't eat. My room was plastered with horse posters. And I dreamed of roaming around on a horse of my own. And then last Friday, Antelope Island felt that way. To take in the wind and the wide-open grasslands and to ride a horse again was amazing and made feel like that 12-year-old girl with a self-made horse sweater.
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wait, people who follow this blog don't get emails when i update it? why would you follow a blog then? anyone?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
un-slumbered, finally
a few days ago i drove through ogden and saw people roaming around everywhere -- like moles that had found a beautiful world outside their underground tunnels. i took it that spring had started (at least for that day) and since i had a few minutes before the next assignment i got out and mingled.
it's the third time since college in arizona (and permanent summer) that it becomes spring after a long, gray winter. there are few things that feel as good as the first day without a jacket or sitting in young grass and knowing it'll soon be time again for hikes and camping and mtn biking and sitting in parks and swimming in lakes...good times.
it's the third time since college in arizona (and permanent summer) that it becomes spring after a long, gray winter. there are few things that feel as good as the first day without a jacket or sitting in young grass and knowing it'll soon be time again for hikes and camping and mtn biking and sitting in parks and swimming in lakes...good times.
after the burn
this family was so calm after the children stole their parents' lighters and set their room on fire - burning down parts of the house, killing two cats. I talked to the mom who said if you don't keep it together for the kids, they'll lose it completely. they dealt with the situation in a way that i'm not sure i ever could if the same thing happened to me. oftentimes covering a fire is just covering a fire. but sometimes you put yourself into a person's shoes and it almost knocks you right out of them.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
backlit
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
micha shaves
Monday, March 1, 2010
found in the back of the closet
I got stuck clicking myself into old photo archives and ejected the hard drive feeling a little weird. i guess i expected to look at my first school paper assignments and realize that i've grown at least somewhat in the three years since. instead, i wonder if all i've learned are a few nifty tricks and names to methods I did instinctively, such as layers or using light, as in the photos below. I remember feeling unable to tell what exactly made a good photo, or why i shot certain frames. but being thrown into the same situations, I would probably still shoot many similar photos as back then when i just had a little carefree dance with my camera. it feels odd, in a way that progression happened maybe on a more superficial level than I had imagined or maybe that all i've increased is the rate at which the 'better' photos enter the camera. it makes me feel crummy, that's for sure...i thought i'd share to see if anyone knows what i'm talking about.
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