Miscellaneous Pictures from my Photography Class

just other pictures I printed during the semester

Final Project

My project ended up being about bridges.

Project 3

Project 3 - Documentary - I documented the life of an apple.

Project 2

Project 2 - Fortune Cookie. My fortune was "The great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do".

Project 1

Project 1 - Shoot 8 rolls of film, all with a different theme, such as "art", portrait, light, etc.

So, last week I turned in my notice at work. Today a discussion came up about what to do for my going away bash. Someone (not me) brought up going out for drinks. Someone else said "yeah, we should go get her drunk".

Earlier in the day I had a conversation with a coworker about my weekend plans. I told him I was planning on visiting some friends and going to a concert. He told me I should go have a couple of drinks before the concert...and not beer, but something stronger.

I've had other people who think it would be great fun for me to get drink, or at least drink a bit (kind of the same thing for me as I'm such a lightweight.) But it kind of makes me wonder...am I that difficult to be around that people would rather be around me when I'm three sheets to the wind [and what does that phrase really mean?]? I do realize that I am a bit uptight, but am I really that bad?

From: Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood by Ann Brasherres

"I though we became friends...I loved being your friend. I was happy being your friend. I admit I may have had some other thoughts too, but they didn't matter to me nearly as much as being your friend. I was happy to be close to you on any terms...I wasn't trying to be your girlfirned...I wanted you to trust me...An we spent time toghether and we did stuff and we had fun. At least, I had fun. And I thought you had fun...Even if our whole lives pass and we don't see each other or talk to each other again, I will never forget it...I trusted you. It hought you cared about me. Not like a girlfriend. I'm not talking about that. I trusted you to be my friend. And then you just disappeared. I couldn't figure out what happened. I felt so close to you and then you were gone. You made me believe in you and then you let me down. Is that how it is with you? Do you let people get close just so you can disappoint them?"

Downsizing...

In my efforts to be ready to move in a few weeks, I came to the conclusion that I would actually have to put forth some effort. Unfortunately this is not Hogwarts, and my luggage will not miraculously pack it self, nor will 5 boxes of stuff shrink to fit into one little box.

Part of todays efforts went into cleaning out my collection of cards and letters received over the years. Had 2 boxes. Managed to get it down to one. Probably need to toss it all, but...I just can't part with some of it. Like the last card I received from my aunt before she passed on. The thank you card from uncle telling me how much it meant to him that my mom and I came up for my aunt's visitation.

Other cards I kept were the funny/strange ones from my friends. I have some crazy friends. Some of them made me feel that I've kind of been a crap friend of late. I know some people will say this isn't true, but others would probably agree. I have some really great friends and am truly blessed to have them in my life.

One friend I had about a 3 inch stack of letters she wrote me when she lived in California. If I were to put them all together I would probably have a decent sized book. It was kind of funny because I was thinking about her as I went through all my cards, and then she called me.

You may be wondering what got tossed, as I seemed to have kept quite a bit. I finally got rid of some old Christmas cards. Got rid of some that weren't even to me. And got rid of a few letters that I should have gotten rid of a long time ago. A bit symbolic of putting that relationship in the past...well, hopefully.

In Memory of my Niece

Arianna Shanice Miller
still-born at 3:15 am on March 6, 2006
13 ¾ inches long
1 lb 8.8 oz.
She had ten long slender fingers
and ten long slender toes, big feet like her mom
and a head of soft black hair.

6 weeks

6 weeks until I move.

I'm starting to question every day whether or not this is the right move. Terrified of leaving my safety zone.

So much to do. Guess I really should get started. Deciding what to bring, what to leave.