Sunday, August 22, 2010

A black hole of sorts

It's weird how you notice things that you never really gave much thought to before. Those things have a vibrance, I think, mostly because you had overlooked them before. I wouldn't call it rejected. Just passed over for something brighter. More sparkly. More entrancing.

Again, not tossed overboard, just set aside in the corner. I run into this with elation when I go through old photos. Old negs and slides mostly, since things have evolved. The best example I can ever give with my own work were the NYC subway shots I took with my Minolta Hi-Matic of people's feet. Deep. Dark. Haunting. Very blurry. Very sleek. Also, the first 3-5 shots you are to take beginning with a new roll of 35mm film. Start a new role, take 3-5 shots. Click, advance. Click, advance. Click, advance.

In this case, I was at the top of a NYC subway going to and coming from Canal St Station. Since I was hurrying to capture, I never put the lens cap back on. Total accident. When the negs were first processed. I overlooked these shots as the beginning of the roll. Today, a literal 9 years later, those are some of my favorite from that roll.

I suppose it is just like fashion. Our tastes change. They evolve as we grow. As we experience. What was once a film camera is now a digital camera. The film is gone. Those first 3-5 images of chance. No longer.

As of today, I was reminded of how sharing the photography community really is. That is something I grew to find as precious some 10 years ago. There had been (and still is) a glorious community in Portland. Where, I suppose, I found my footing. Or maybe my toe was steadied.

Years later, I have seen it again. A true love of the art. The process. The experience. And some of the most revered individuals are more than willing to share what they've learned. It is the most genuine exchange. The master and the apprentice. Of sorts. More like, an equal curiosity and fascination with the process of photography as well as each individual's vision. Their eye, what they see at that moment.

This is what I saw before, but didn't recognize it as what I see it as today. Stunning.
Cheer. Clink clink. And, click click.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

A thing of beauty

As a woman, watching Sex and The City has always brought a strange sense of beauty into my life. These four woman (or one total woman, as my hubby says) each embody a different version of a beautiful woman. As I have gotten older, I have learned to accept my body as it wants to be.


I still do what I can and what I need to to stay healthy and fit for myself, my future, and for my family. I love doing Pilates and have been for a long time. Each time I do Pilates, I watch a SATC episode. Yesterday, the episode was when Steve has lost his testicle to cancer.

This episode must have been written by a man, not because of all the ball mentions. No. Rather, it becomes apparent when Carrie compares men's balls to a purse. What??? I would like to think that a woman would compare it to her breasts.

Losing a breast is a tremendously awful thing that happens to many women. All I think of, each time I see this episode, is how women's beauty is surrounded by their curves, especially their breasts.

So today's blog is dedicated to all of those women out there beautiful in their own way. And to these Etsy artists that show a woman's beauty in its different forms, like Botticelli, Edward Weston, and even Egon Schiele did. 




Please remember to do a self-examination regularly, ladies. And you too, guys.