I feel completely stupid imagining that I can not come up with some back story about my photographs. My stumbling block is possibly the fear of sounding totally unoriginal along with completely stupid. I mean, I am photographing nature, which has been done ad nauseum before me and currently by any and everyone with a digital camera or a smart phone. So, what makes my stuff unique?
It's better than the stuff someone else would take! Nyah nyah. (Stick out my tongue)
This is where the part of me that totally shuts down during an argument comes into play. Defending my work next summer is likely to be the hardest thing I have ever done. I hate conflict and I hate arguing. I flee from conflict and arguing. Truth. Next summer I will be thrust into the middle of an attack on myself (that's how it works) and have to silver tongue my way out of it. Too bad I can't get Evan to stand in for me, he'd have those attackers on their knees begging for mercy. Damn, I need to find some of his energy stat!
I can tell you is that if anyone says they can go to the same place and take the same photo I would likely kick them in the teeth or at least fantasize repeatedly about doing so. My friend who graduated this past summer suggested I keep some kind of a diary and write things down. I didn't want to tell her that I have a blog which is going on 10 years old! I've been shelling out the bucks to typepad for almost 10 years folks. Imagine that. I asked her if she meant a tell all diary or a photo diary and she said I should write down everything, but I think I am going to do a photo themed journal, because that seems to me that it might be more direct in getting to the point of what I need to figure out how to say. I don't feel entirely devastated in not knowing what to say because pretty much no one knew what they wanted to say about their work during our last session, or if they thought they had something to say they were told that the work on the wall did not reflect their statement. So, as much as I would like to be ahead of the learning curve here, I am right in the mix with everyone else who is struggling , if you don't count my finished husband project, which I am not forgetting is safely tucked away right in my back pocket. I just wanted so badly to have more than one finished project to show for my two years of grueling insane asylum grad school delight.
It's interesting to note here that when I started this blog (back before I had gray hair and wrinkles) I thought I would be blogging about my thrilling life as a photojournalist mom. Little did I know I'd end up at the same damned street fairs every year and that all ground breaking events look exactly the same. Now here I am whining about grad school.
I am so damned proud of myself for doing this.
I pretty much love molest every dog that comes to me to say hello. I got new tires today and I damn near walked the garage guy's black lab. If he had said she was great off the leash I would have strolled straight to the park with her. (also, except for the fact that it rained all day) But I have to go back next week for an oil change and I am going to walk her if it's nice out. When I am shooting in the woods about half the dogs are freaked out by the tripod, even when it is not standing like a three legged spider, so the dogs that aren't bothered by it are nearer and dearer than the ones who are growling at my equipment. I want to adopt them all and have taken to using photos of other people's dogs as my screen saver. Right now my screen saver is a very cool australian shepherd that I met at the utopian bowling alley. Next week I'll go with garage guy's pooch. I can't believe how much I need a dog.
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