Before I Knew It, I Was Lost – Post Forty-Five

Quick post.

Tomorrow morning I order my pretty little XSi.

(:

Au revoir,

Red

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“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.” Romeo and Juliet – Post Forty-Five

Well, I was finally able to figure out where I got “Red Hero” from. I knew it had somehow come from my friend, Corrie, but I couldn’t remember how. I messaged her, and she replied with the answer (:

Corrie is a wonderful woman who currently lives in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, serving Jesus by spreading His word and teaching her neighbor’s English (I think that’s what she’s doing, anyway.) She had been visiting last summer, and told us that the name “Ulaanbaatar” translates into “Red Hero”.

And, voila! Hence, that is where I got “Red Hero Inspiration”. Thank you, Corrie, for refreshing my memory!

Au revoir,

Red

By the way: 2 days until I order my XSi (:

“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.” Imogen Cunningham – Post Forty-Four

I bought myself a journal today. I have seen this binding for 3 months now, and thought I might get it when I had money if it were still available.

Well gollygee it was (:

This new journal I will solely use for photography. I’ll insert inspirations in it. Press flowers in it. Write down places I want to photograph or perform a photoshoot at. It will be my second constant companion – second to my camera, that is (:

I can’t wait to fill it up. (:

You don’t take a photograph, you make it.“– Ansel Adams

Au revoir,

Red

P.S. Photo taken by me.

Red – Post Forty-Three

“In order to have friendship you must look past the color to the soul, because within the soul lies a rainbow of many colors.”

~ Unknown

(:

Au revoir,

Red

An Excerpt – Post Forty-Two

“The pictures painted by the Impressionists fulfilled none of the demands required of successful works of the fine arts in the last third of the nineteenth century. It is no wonder that these painting were regarded at the time as being scandalous or just an amateurish mass of daubs of paint. The painters’ working methods and views were new – shockingly so, in the eyes of their contemporaryies; they no longer wanted to depict heroic events of times gone by nor to capture biblical or mythological stories, but the modern world they lived in. They wanted to preserve their ‘impressions’ – their personal feelings, their first concepts – on canvas, many of them preferring to paint in front of the motif, often out of doors, using rapid, light brushstrokes.”

And that, my dears, is why I love Impressionism, and why it left such a grand impression (no pun intended) on me at such an early age.

Isn’t that beautiful?

Excerpt from “Impressionism: 50 Paintings You Should Know”

Au revoir,

Red

“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures” Henry Ward Beecher – Post Forty-One

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 certificate
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
Taking a road trip to Forks, La Push and Port Angeles, Washington
Finishing a jawbreaker
Reading every book written about Jacqueline Kennedy
Reading “She Said Yes”
Watching the greatest movies filmed in 1939 and reading each film’s book
Watching all Alfred Hitchcock movies
Doing a 365 project
Acquiring a DSLR
Finishing “A Collection of Thoughts”
Seeing the Bodies exhibit
Taking care of a Bonsai tree
Publishing my Poetry as a book
Meeting a Person for Each Birthday of a Year
Opening my Own Gallery of my Best Work in Photography
Taking Art Classes to learn the technical side of Painting and Drawing

I would like to learn the techniques in drawing and painting. I know that I can draw, but its only if I look at a sketch and copy it. I want to be able to look at a person and copy the emotions on their face without having it already done for me – make sense?

Someday (:

Au revoir,

Red

Bridget Jones and Two Attempts at Silence – Post Forty

Before I go and tell you about my near success to staying silent and new-found love for anything Bridget Jones; do you see in the title “Post Forty”? Gee I can’t believe I’ve posted that many! (or posted for that long.) The even neater thing is, I know I have more posts than that, ones I forgot to number. How fascinating. I never knew I’d carry on with this. I wonder if its been a year? I’ll have to check my first post’s date.

Now, onto Bridget Jones. Oh my do I love those two movies! I love her narration of the whole thing, as if you’re inside her mind and she’s talking to herself (which, she is.) I love most the parts where Colin Firth (who is just so adorable in these movies. . . he has such kind eyes) and Hugh Grant (you always come close to loving him, but then a half-naked woman is found by Bridget and you’re back to hating him) fight. Hugh Grant just can’t help but say some smart-ass remark about Colin Firth’s ex-wife, as if he’s begging for more. It’s hilarious!
This movie is very simple, nothing really extraordinary or award-winning, but that’s what I love about it; it just is. It makes you laugh, and makes you think “Hm, I guess I’m not the only one after all who thinks of these things”. I could watch them both over and over again. Although, they somehow remind me of Kevin and I (although Kevin is nothing like Colin Firth’s character) and it almost makes me want to cry.

All right, sentiment over and done with now, my two attempts at silence! Such a failure, they were.

Day One: Started around 12, then failed. Started again at 12:30, and then failed again. Put tape on my mouth and started once again at 1 and, once again, failed. Decided to give myself a fresh start and have a go at it the next day.

Day Two: Woke up at twelve and silenced myself. Put better tape over my lips and stayed silent the whole day. Baked my family a homemade spice cake (accidentally put in an extra 1/2 cup o’ sugar, but don’t tell them that) and ate a wonderful meal of BBQ spicy pork, Bosmatti rice and a salad. Finished my meals, put my trusty blue tape back over my lips and stayed silent!
Until, of course, I brushed my teeth and forgot to put my tape back on. I figured hey, I don’t need you anymore Blue Tape, au revoir!
Oh dear golly was I wrong. Not ten minutes later, I muttered words to my mother without thinking about it. What time was this at, you ask? Between 10 and 11 at night; right before I normally go to sleep! How awful; I’d stayed silent the whole day and achieved a great goal, but then my tiny mouth had to open up my voice box and speak! It was quite disappointing, I must say.

Well, anyway, I’m going to give this one last attempt this Thursday. I will succeed! Third times a charm, no? (:

Au revoir,

Red

Lovin’ Me Some Audrey – Post Thirty-Nine

Today I have the pleasure to announce that I have acquired me some Breakfast at Tiffany’s glasses (: I have been searching for a pair of these kind of glasses for two years now, and finally have found some (: Now all I need is a cigarette holder, gloves and a sheath dress (: no diamonds though, please; I am too young and frivolous for those. Plus I would lose them quickly.

Its such a lovely day; so lovely indeed that I may just go take a walk. Maybe grab an art book and read, or maybe leash one of my furry friends and have them trot along my side. They do love to go walking. Or, even better, maybe I’ll go convince my brother to walk down with me to the tennis court. Who knows what I’ll do, but I’ll have me an adventure none the less (:

Thank God for the sunshine!

Au revoir,

Red

P.S. No, Rain, I am not abandoning my endearing love for you, God just made my heart large enough to love both you and the sun (:

A Freckle on the Nose of Life’s Complexion – Thirty-Eight

Oh my dear, Glee is returning tonight! How ecstatic am I? Almost as much as I am about acquiring my DSLR (almost, is the key word there.) I cannot wait until 9:28 tonight! I believe I just may squeal a bit (I don’t do this often for many things.) Glee is such a wonderfully hilarious show, and ever since my mum introduced musicals to me at the tender age of 7 (Brigadooooon, Brigadooooon) I have had a lust for any such kind of musical. I cannot say I have seen all musicals (Rent is on my list, I assure you, no stones please) but this fills my weekly, daily, hourly and minutely craving for numbers and dancing and best of all singing! I just about died last season when they had the sweet, germ-a-phobe Emma sing one of my favorite musical numbers, “I Could Have Danced All Night”, originally from Audrey Hepburn’s “My Fair Lady” (unfortunately they didn’t let her actually sing in that movie, which is a disappointment in itself, but I still love me some Audrey anyway.) I think, though, my favorite part of the whole series is the cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, and her obsession to constantly make fun of Will Schuester’s tight curls (although he can seem to be overdramatic and a tad too passionate, I dig the curls.)

sigh. I can’t wait for tonight. I promise, though, I’m done with my ranting.

Is anyone else out there as excited as I am about Glee returning tonight? (:

Well, now that I got that out of my system (for the most part), its a nice sunny day, but I’m a bit paralyzed at the moment, so its a sad, sad thing. Luckily, though, here there are more sunny days than rainy days. Isn’t that lovely?

I’m not sure I have anything else to say. Maybe I should go read “The Architecture of Happiness” for awhile since my best friend and fiance are both busy for this afternoon. Hm. I think I just might do that (:

Have a good rest-of-the-day, darlings.

Au revoir,

Red

& Hope That She will be Your Wife – Thirty-Seven

Silver Daggers – Fleet Foxes. New song – and potentially band – find. Its kind of folksy, very indie . . . definitely my kind of music. I like it (:

14 days. 14 long, strenuous days until I order my DSLR. Until I can capture beauty, create happiness and display humanity. I’ve waited this long, haven’t I? I can wait 14+ more days (:

Nestled in your adulation,
Adoration’s touch speaks a frivolous language
Secrets lying in the wake
Chained between Twilight and Dawn’s
Moon shines up towards the alternate,
Thoughts and conceptions edging towards destruction.

My mind works in odd ways. Hm.

Au Revoir,

Red