A Bit of Inspiration for an Aspiring Photographer – Post Eight

I was watching a tidbit on the History channel about the 4 day concert event in 1969 titled Woodstock (very interesting documentary; I most definitely recommend watching it.) I was fascinated by the music; more so the raw emotion channeled through their spectacular and unique melodies and rhythms.

So, as I watched this fantastic piece of history in awe, the documentary then began to tell the story of how they had just recently put together a new piece of the Woodstock puzzle: a 17 year old high schooler’s photography of the event.
The young man’s name was Dan Garson. He had died at forty. The photos of the event had been found in his parents’ basement (I think), and had only recently been discovered.

I became intrigued by these photos; they only showed a few in the documentary. So, I searched online, and I was blown away.

Here is my current inspiration:

Look at the . . . emotion involved in it. The intrinsic, raw emotion of the thousands of people. It’s just . . . beautiful. I find beauty in this.

This is the kind of work I want to produce. These are the kind of emotions I want to capture in my photography! Everything, in the 60s, was just so . . . raw. It was there, in your face, and you could see it, feel it, you lived it. There was no shame.

Here is a link to some – if not all – of Dan Garson’s photography.

(c) Dan Garson

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A Year’s Passing – Post Seven

A year ago, today, a close friend of mine passed away. We will call her my Beautiful Friend.

She was sweet, and kind. Always forgiving. She was the perfect model for what I wanted to be.
She cared for all. She was exactly what “Forget and Forget” should look like. She was beautiful, inside and out; loved and cared for by all who knew her.

She was always there for me. She would find me crying, and would listen to me and my pettiful ‘woes’.

I can’t . . . put her beauty into words for you. You would have had to meet her in order to understand exactly what I am trying to tell you. The simplest way to put it is she was perfect in her imperfection. Despite her faults, she was the exact kind of woman any of us would want to be: she was strong, yet femine. Soft and sweet, but never let anyone walk over her as if she were dirt.

It’s been a year, but . . . I will never stop missing her.

I love you, my Beautiful Friend.

Something To Think About – Post Six

a Birth Certificate shows that we were born.

a Death Certificate shows that we died.
Pictures show that we lived!

I Believe…

That just because two people argue,it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other.
And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do love each other.

I Believe…

That we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I Believe…

That no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe…

That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I Believe…

That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe…

That it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I Believe…

That you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe…

That you can keep going long after you think you can’t.

I Believe…

That we are responsible for what we do,  no matter how we feel.

I Believe…

That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe…

That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe…

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That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I Believe…

That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I Believe…

That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe…

That sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe…

That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.

I Believe…

That it isn’t always enough, to be forgiven by others. Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe…

That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your
grief.

I Believe…

That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but, we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe…

That you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life Forever…

I Believe…

Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I Believe…

That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.

I Believe…

That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you – you will find the strength to help.

I Believe…

That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe…

That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

Similarities – Post Five

It’s interesting how we can sometimes relate with things that are so far from reality yet, at the same time, we all have a sense that we know what it’s like.

I am a waiter. No, I don’t mean the type who waits on people at restaurants to bring them food or anything they desire (although I may be that sort of waiter soon.) I mean . . . I wait for things, constantly. I’m the woman left behind, waiting for her love to come back to her, safe and sound. I am used to it, but that is what I am: the waiter.

There is a book . . . a favorite of mine . . . called, “The Time Traveler’s Wife”, by Audrey Niffenegger. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s about a man who has something genetically wired to make him spontaneously time-travel. One minute, he’ll be in the library working, and the next he’ll be naked, vomiting, laying on the sidewalk in Michigan. Literally.
Claire, the main woman character in the book, meets Henry – the time-traveler – when she is 6 and he is 36. She sees him over a course of 12 years; once she is 18, he tells her that he will not see her again for a few years. The next time she sees him she is 21, and Henry is 28; this is the first time he has met her.
Complicated, I know, but it was wonderful to read.

Anyway, continuing: Claire is constantly waiting. He leaves spontaneously, having no way to stop it. She is constantly worried about him, hoping and praying that he doesn’t fall in a time that has him shot, or hit. I know how this is. I know how this feels.

You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Yeah, sure, this woman has a man with a mutate gene code that forces him to spontaneously jump from certain times.” No, I don’t have a man who spontaneously time-travels, but I do have a man who is forced to spontaneously leave me behind.

He is not in the army. He does not fight for his country, or risk his life day in and day out fighting criminals. But he is continuously forced to leave me behind, most of the time without even a warning.

It seems petty, speaking of this. I feel like I am complaining, but I’m not meaning to portray it that way. It is hard to be put through this constantly, blow after blow with no break in between. It is hard on our relationship, and it is hard on us emotionally and mentally. He cannot be there for me like he wants to be, and I cannot be there for him like I want to be.

I am a waiter. I am constantly waiting. I do not complain, I patiently wait, praying and hoping that he is safe, for that is all I can do.

When I was reading the novel, I could not put it down. The similarities, the familiarity of the feelings that Claire felt, was frightening. I knew exactly how it felt to be constantly waiting, feeling as if you were in the dark and never knowing what was going on, if they were safe, fighting, upset, or anything, and most of all . . . not being able to help them when you knew they probably needed it.

Now that I’m done relaying my thoughts, I should probably explain why I posted it in the first place.

My honey is wondering why, every time I see the trailer for this novel-turned-film, I practically jump out of my chair (I even wacked him in the jaw one time, accidentally, from excitement.) Well . . . here you go, handsome. This is why. I wrote this for you, so you could understand.
Don’t feel bad about it . . . I will wait. Like the woman said the other day . . . I am patient. :]

Now that I’m down with all of this . . . goodnight.

Quick It List Add – Post Four

The It List

Acquiring an SLR
Acquiring a Polaroid
Finishing ‘The Notebook Theme’
Writing a novel
Seeing Paris in the Spring
Acquiring an old-fashion typewriter
Watching all of Judy Garland’s films
Singing in front of a group
Not speaking one word for a whole day
Learning Spanish, Italian, and French
Riding a Moped
Riding a horse with no saddle
Reading Kon Tiki
Creating my own personal library
Filling out a journal
Reading the Bible cover to cover
Reading Pilgrim’s Progress
Capturing love in a photograph
Starting a photography business
Earning a Medical Transcription degree
Getting a job
Moving out
Spending a day at the Hawthorne District
Spending a day at the Saturday Market
Tattooing my side with meaning
Riding the bus
Finishing a jawbreaker
Finishing “Neopolitan Dreams” and recording it

There, all done. Have a good night, all. :]

Chinese Symbols – Post Three

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There is something about a Chinese symbol that is enchanting; enticing; breath-taking, even. They are a mystery unto themselves, and I’m sure we will never know the true allurement of a Chinese symbol.
I am going to get tattoos along my side – my left – with a certain . . . meaning. I am thinking something along the lines of a literal label: daughter, fiancee, wife, lover, etc. Of course, the only one that would be tattooed as of now would be daughter. I think later on, also, I am going to – on my right side – tattoo something small, yet symbolic, for each of my children.

This is the symbol for daughter (I think):

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It does state, at the bottom, ‘Daughter (Chinese Symbol)’, and I do recognize it from my studies, so I’m assuming that this is, in fact, the symbol for daughter.
Neat, eh?

In other news, I found “Kon Tiki” and “Pilgrim’s Progress” in my basement today. I’m going to flip a coin to see which I should read first.

Here is a little random piece of writing from the depths of my mind:

She held his hand close to her heart, fighting back the tears which burned her throat. She could hardly stand his pain any longer, but she would not let him suffer alone. It was exasperating; watching him, day after day, agonizing in pain, but all she could do was sit there and hope – she even resorted to praying. She had not prayed for years, but desperate times called for desperate measures, I suppose.

When he used angry words, she stayed quiet. When he cried, she would wipe his tears. When he complained, she would try to fulfill his request. It was hard, but she was not going to let it show. She would put a smile on and march on, hoping the pain would cease. It was hard enough dealing with the fact that she couldn’t help him; she also had to deal with the pain literally, which only reminded her of her agony.

She was the type to help. When someone was in need, she was there to take care of it. But, this time, the need could not be taken care of . . . and it was torturous.

The one time she left, it was raining. She could feel the drops throught her clothes, soaking through her skin to revive her bleeding soul.

I think that’s all that I could relay. Maybe I’ll finish it . . . ha, that’s funny.

Story Time – Post Two

This is a story that a friend of mine told my father and I just last Sunday. I found it hysterical, and it put a smile on my face. Hopefully it will do the same for you :]

P.S. This was not her title, it was just a random story she decided to share from her venture to Mongolia.

The Man with the Long-Haired Eyebrows

There was a man, I do not recall where, who was a surgeon. One time, he had to operate on a burn victim. The victim’s eyebrows had been completely burned off, – skin and all – so the surgeon took pieces of the man’s scalp.
Once the burn victim had awoken, the surgeon explained to him what had to be done. He explained that the new hair his eyebrows would grow were not regular eyebrow hairs: they were scalp hairs. He told the burn victim to make sure to trim his new eyebrows frequently, otherwise they would grow out long.
Ten months later, the surgeon met with the burn victim again for a check up, and was surprised to see that the man had really long eyebrows! He had not heeded his warning, and had not trimmed his eyebrows.

The End

Anyone have a funny story to share?

It – Post One

I am going to make a list. I’m going to call it the . . . It list. Nothing special, just the It list.
What will It contain? Books to read? Movies to see? Laundry to do?
To be honest with you, I don’t know. It’s just the It list. Maybe It’ll consist of things I’d like to treat myself to. Or new things I’d like to learn, or do, or experience. It might even consist of things that I won’t complete for years.

Well, anyhoo. ‘Nuff of my babblin’. I better get to writing the It list.

So . . . here is a rough draft of It.

The It List

Acquiring an SLR
Acquiring a Polaroid
Finishing ‘The Notebook Theme’
Writing a novel
Seeing Paris in the Spring
Acquiring an old-fashion typewriter
Watching all of Judy Garland’s films
Singing in front of a group
Not speaking one word for a whole day
Learning Spanish, Italian, and French
Riding a Moped
Riding a horse with no saddle
Reading Kon Tiki
Creating my own personal library
Filling out a journal
Reading the Bible cover to cover
Reading Pilgrim’s Progress
Capturing love in a photograph
Starting a photography business
Earning a Medical Transcription degree
Getting a job
Moving out
Spending a day at the Hawthorne District
Spending a day at the Saturday Market
Tattooing my side with meaning
Riding the bus
Finishing a jawbreaker

Hm. I am satisfied. It seems a bit out of reach (some of It, at least), but I like It. I’m sure I’ll add to It from time to time, also, when I think of something new I’d like to do.

Maybe you have a suggestion for me? Yes?