It was one summer that I finally realized I was quite possibly the third or fourth worse drawer on the planet. Yet still, writing expressed only half of my emotions and music expressed the other. But I wanted more, I wanted something that could both document experiences and hold memories beyond my mind and still have a little touch of “me”. That’s when I picked up the camera and “aimed for the waist”.
My mom always told me, when I would get a little disposable camera for a field trip, that when I take pictures of people to “aim for the waist, not the head”. I nodded but was thinking, “blah blah” and made faces at her when she turned around. It wasn’t until I was twelve years old when I realized, that a little disposable camera could go beyond the “say cheese” and instead capture the beauty of nature in ways that could be cherished in generations to come. Sure, I could still get a group of grumbling people, squish them together and bark at them to make a silly face or act like they enjoyed having their photo taken, but usually, it didn’t end up pretty.
When I was dragged from the cotton candy and rides at the fair to take time to look at the “artwork” collection (that consisted of scribbles who people called a masterpieces), the only “art” that mesmerized me the way art should was the photography. The use of black and white when photographing shadows or the incorporation of so many colors in one picture fascinated me. I loved scenes that took the red sunset and used that as a background to make palm trees look black or footprints on an early morning beach.
But what about my photography, my “subjects” if you will… Like I mentioned in class, I love the sky. In a photo it is the sky that sets the mood for the whole picture. The lighting, the color, the shapes of clouds, even wind running through trees to form something of a more violent picture all add to the “flavor” the “spice” of a photo. For example, if I took a picture of someone standing in the rain with black clouds hiding the sun, you would feel different than if they were in the same spot on a bright sunny day. I also like taking pictures of my dogs. When they get lonely, they will snuggle together which is always a “Kodak Moment”. (No copyright infringement intended.)
I try to take my camera everywhere. Sometimes at the expense of others since I then have the ability to document everything they do, but blackmail is just mean. When taking pictures of people, non-posed photos are the best. You get to see people for they are and (for the means of this assignment) really analyze their cultural being. However on the flip side of that coin, posed photos bring out the “royalty” in people. Posed or not, city or landscape, photography is my favorite element of culture.
Alex Nunez
I counted as I wrote: 505 Words (Excluding name, title and stuff down here)
Lol just kidding
Raisin
My mom always told me, when I would get a little disposable camera for a field trip, that when I take pictures of people to “aim for the waist, not the head”. I nodded but was thinking, “blah blah” and made faces at her when she turned around. It wasn’t until I was twelve years old when I realized, that a little disposable camera could go beyond the “say cheese” and instead capture the beauty of nature in ways that could be cherished in generations to come. Sure, I could still get a group of grumbling people, squish them together and bark at them to make a silly face or act like they enjoyed having their photo taken, but usually, it didn’t end up pretty.
When I was dragged from the cotton candy and rides at the fair to take time to look at the “artwork” collection (that consisted of scribbles who people called a masterpieces), the only “art” that mesmerized me the way art should was the photography. The use of black and white when photographing shadows or the incorporation of so many colors in one picture fascinated me. I loved scenes that took the red sunset and used that as a background to make palm trees look black or footprints on an early morning beach.
But what about my photography, my “subjects” if you will… Like I mentioned in class, I love the sky. In a photo it is the sky that sets the mood for the whole picture. The lighting, the color, the shapes of clouds, even wind running through trees to form something of a more violent picture all add to the “flavor” the “spice” of a photo. For example, if I took a picture of someone standing in the rain with black clouds hiding the sun, you would feel different than if they were in the same spot on a bright sunny day. I also like taking pictures of my dogs. When they get lonely, they will snuggle together which is always a “Kodak Moment”. (No copyright infringement intended.)
I try to take my camera everywhere. Sometimes at the expense of others since I then have the ability to document everything they do, but blackmail is just mean. When taking pictures of people, non-posed photos are the best. You get to see people for they are and (for the means of this assignment) really analyze their cultural being. However on the flip side of that coin, posed photos bring out the “royalty” in people. Posed or not, city or landscape, photography is my favorite element of culture.
Alex Nunez
I counted as I wrote: 505 Words (Excluding name, title and stuff down here)
Lol just kidding
Heres my attempt
(The phone lines ruined it)
2 comments:
I love this essay...it's a terrific explanation of a somewhat under-appreciated art form.
Also, one of the best opening lines I've ever seen. Really well-written! =)
Pretty picture
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