So, what happens when the words don’t come? I sit in front of my laptop and get distracted by anything and everything because I can’t come up with something interesting to say. Something that makes you ponder. Something that makes you say, “wow, yea, I get that!”
I have youtubed the Gang Related soundtrack and wound up on New Kids on the Block music videos. Listened to the Ghost World soundtrack and ended up on Christmas songs- yes, Christmas songs. I tried to convince my boyfriend we needed to go and have a nightcap somewhere… on a Sunday… at 11pm. Anything to avoid writing; anything to avoid getting personal.
The truth is… during a shoot this past weekend my whole week came into summary by way of a mud puddle. I fell down. I literally fell down. Not only did I fall down, but I did one of those movie type splits down- in mud. Luckily, my client was behind me and didn’t do the same graceful maneuver. I got up and found a stick to scrap the inch thick mud off my behind, leg and shoes and answered “YES, I am ok!”
[enter cheesy metaphor here] The truth is… the last couple weeks have been a roller coaster for me. I was laid off (laid off?!) from my “day job” of 3 1/2 years, I took on the role as photo editor with LeahAndMark.com (yay!), and it took me actually landing on my behind to realize- I AM GOING TO BE OK!
I am one of those people who worry about every little, and not so little, thing. It has always been preached to me not to quit my “day job” until it affected my photography or vise versa. So, you can imagine my worry. This is not how I planned things. It wasn’t suppose to happen like this! Or maybe, just maybe, this is the way it’s suppose to happen.
Truth is… I want to show you images, but I want to tell you stuff too. I don’t only want to talk about f stops, ISO, and other technical mumbo jumbo. I want to tell you stuff too, perhaps personal stuff. Like how I can get so caught up with everything that is happening around me (work) that I don’t see what is right in front of me (a BIG mud puddle). I warned you about the cheesy metaphor!
The truth is… sometimes you just need to find a stick, scrape the mess off and keep going. It took me falling down to realize it’s just stuff. And guess what? I’M OK!
I was born in Chicago, raised in Florida, but currently reside in Atlanta, GA (for the last 6 years anyway).
I love my family most.
I collect horror movies even though I am too scared to watch them (even in the daytime).
I placed in 3rd in a hot dog eating contest (3rd out of 3).
I have been in the Chattahoochee River more times this summer than any water (besides a pool) in my whole life.
I love to enter 5k's.
I love to read and knit (by knit I mean scarves and only one pattern).
I live by quotes.
I have 2 cats (Princess and Feliz) and a hermit crab (Hermies).
I want to take your picture.
I will show you what I see through the viewfinder.