My first exposure to real photography was when I was about 17. A boyfriend's family had a wedding photography and video business. I had expressed my interest in photography and they happily showed me the ropes. Although I was only still in training when we broke up, which of course resulted in me losing my job, I learned a great deal none the less. But I jump ahead. This boyfriend was a complete ass to put in mildly. Not only was he a drunk, redneck, racist, loser idiot we was violent and did I mention a drunk, redneck, racist loser idiot? I mean this guy would not let me listen to rap music in my own car. I wasn't allowed to smoke pot, but he drank himself sick every night, and yes I was 17, he might have been a couple years older. Great things will come of this I can feel it. Anyway, thankfully it was this, amongst other life experiences, that have guaranteed I would never date an ass like this again. I learn from my mistakes, one redeeming quality I possess.
Now I digress. Bottom line I loved that job. I cried at every wedding and I really enjoyed crafting beautiful pictures. But Little Dick couldn't handle me still working for his parents, even though we would have never crossed paths. See he didn't work for them anymore in that sense. When we started dating his full time job was driving over there, he lived with his biological father, and getting money off of his mom. End of story he wound up marry his brothers longtime girlfriend. And yes I live in a semi-rural area. And no these are not the only redneck, hillbilly people I know. Wait there will be more.
Photography did not really enter my life again until senior year in college when I took an introductory class. This class was great, it really got my creative juices flowing. We had to take totally manual pictures, develop them and then present them to the class. I really got into taking the pictures and when I presented them to the class I got a great response. I remember it was the last project of the class the the topic was perception. I set out with my camera, and unlike every other project, I had no preconceived ideas as to how or what I was going to photograph. I shot up trees and down banisters but nothing felt right. One day, about a week before the pictures where due, I was home alone and didn't need to be to class for many hours. I took a shower and while I was getting dressed I felt a little hint of the sexy. Lets just say this is why I should never be left alone with a camera and a libido. What resulted could have went either way and I wouldn't know until I had developed the roll, in the presence of a class full of students.
The pictures I have attached are the actual ones I displayed that day. And oh my rational was this was my "perception" of myself, with possibly the help of a little pot and some wine midday. Hey I was a college student remember. There were a couple more risque, shall we say topless ones, that still remain in negative form. With that, thanks for reading my mouth diarrhea and hope you enjoy.
1 comment:
awesome! I took a bunch of pictures like that third one when I was in Ireland, because it was raining (what a surprise) and I got bored in the hotel. I deleted all of them recently though because they looked more dirty than artsy.
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