Earmuffs Mom...This week was shitty, and that's all there is to it. There was a small mound of shit handed to me at work on Monday...then each day shit was piled upon more shit, until the grand finale of a shit erupted yesterday morning. All of this at the start of my day...before I had to put on a happy face and deal with 14yr. olds all day long. There is no need to go into the details of the shit. That will just increase the stench all the more. So there it is, off my chest.
One thing I can never deny though is how much I am loved. I type one emotionally charged post on my facebook and throughout the day was reaffirmed through multiple texts and posts aimed at cheering me up. I love my friends. I truly have the best friends in the world and I'd gladly take a bullet for any one of them. I mean that.
So I've been taking my second ever photography class. Which actually sort of feels like my first photography class, because I didn't learn a thing from my first teacher other than the rule of thirds. I'll share my weekly assignments with you here. Last weeks assignment was a scenic view with objects in focus in both the foreground and background, with the closer object leading your eye into the picture. Being the procrastinator that I am, I put off this assignment until the MONDAY MORNING before my class, which means I had to take them at school. Not too proud of them, but here they are.
This weeks assignment is an informal close up. I took these of Ginny this morning at "Biscuits and Groovy". She's a good sport, and I told her no one would see them but the old ladies in my Photo class. This is mostly true, because I'm pretty sure just my mom and Teal occasionally read this thing. SO DON'T BE MAD GINNYBOO!
Lots of blues. Not my best, nor my most creative. But I AM learning at least a couple of things each week about the thousands of settings that my fabulous camera offers. I've been looking up photo conferences lately too. Been hoping to sign up for at least TWO conferences before June. I think I can pull it off. Here's the thing folks. I see LOTS of "professional photographers" on facebook that shoot babies and weddings and couples and seniors. And some of the people I know are really talented and have such a creative eye. Then there are other people that are somehow actually continuing a "business" in this field, that don't even follow photography basics. Now, I'm not tooting my own horn here. I'm not pretending to know everything, and I'm not by any means pretending to be an awesome photographer myself. But sometimes, I look at some peoples work and think, "WOW. People are PAYING you for those photos? Shame on you. Those suck, and those people should have just spent their money buying a camera with a timer on it." But then again, I am a little bitchy. Especially at this point on the lunar calendar. So my idea is, if THOSE people can get paid for their work that I view as terrible, then maybe, just maybe...people would pay ME for work that could be slightly better. And then maybe I would enjoy my job. And everyone would win.
You know what made yesterday all better? I went running with my friend Alex. We've been running a 3.1mile loop around town lake a few times a week. It's been awesome because we didn't really know each other at all when we started. So there is lots to talk about, which makes the running go by quickly. And there is accountability to show up after work and not just plop on the couch. And I ALWAYS feel better afterwards. I always feel like my day was not entirely wasted after that small half hour. It seems to be having an affect on my waistline as well, which I'll gladly accept.
In other news, I really miss my Mama. Like a whole, whole, lot. In just three short days I'll have the freedom to spread my wings over her 50 peaceful acres in Winnsboro. I love it there so much. Wish I had a man to bring home to Thanksgiving, but as for this year, I'll just enjoy my relationship with Mom. Can't wait.
