If you are interested in reading my story, visit this website: http://www.slcc.edu/cwc/publications.asp#2008. Mine is the 2nd place non-fiction piece titled "Nothing Special."
Any comments you have about it are welcome, just post them here!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Photography Experiments
This is one of the first pictures that I took. I read a blog somewhere that mentioned when taking photos of people, to not have them centered.
Centered photos were like mug shots. So I played with taking this shot of my mom as we were out to breakfast off center.
I should have listened to my camera however. The flash popped up, but silly me thought it would wash out the photo.
The only thing that really worked I think, is the background. I wanted the foreground to be in focus and the background to be slightly out of focus.
Still, I wish I knew why the image was grainy though...
2nd place winner!
On the 28th of June, I won 2nd place in the CWC Iron Pen Writing Marathon. Contestants were given a prompt at 5pm on Friday, and had to complete their submission by 5pm Saturday.
I entered the non-fiction category, and won!
I will provide link to the site where it will be posted when it gets up.
I entered the non-fiction category, and won!
I will provide link to the site where it will be posted when it gets up.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Black and White Photography
Lately I have been on a black and white photography kick. Call it looking for one more way for the humanities major to starve.Anyway, I'm going to start posting pictures that I take and talking a little bit about them. Enjoy!
This picture is if my church. I'm not exactly sure what I was going for. I'm am interested in architecture, I love the play of design, flow of edge, and the manipulation of light and shadow.
If it hadn't been for the fence Fr. John had built around the front, this shot wouldn't have been so far back. I wanted to be closer, but then only the tips of the globes and the crosses would have been visible.
One thing I did aim for though was a sense of power. I read somewhere that when you shoot up at something that gives it power where shooting down removes that power. Whomever said that was right. I feel...cathedral-esk inferiority when I look at this picture.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Passing Comfort
The sun was warm. It reflected softly off the gold rimmed frames, as dust motes danced with wild abandon.
His head nodded in time to the gritty folk strains pouring from the old record player in the corner. Calloused finger tips, nicked and bent with age, traced the arm of the rocking chair he had built 30 years ago. He sighed.
Through the partially closed door to his office, down the pea-green wallpapered hallway, across the living room where pictures of his children and grandchildren smiled, and into the kitchen, he could hear his wife preparing dinner.
Settling his tired body more comfortably into the cushioned chair, he folded his arms. Minutes passed, slowed in their passing by the ageless music that continued to softly fill the sunlit room. His head began to sink, and soon his chin was resting gently between the open collar of his golf shirt. His eyes closed. He sighed.
His wife called, dinner was ready.
He did not hear her .
His head nodded in time to the gritty folk strains pouring from the old record player in the corner. Calloused finger tips, nicked and bent with age, traced the arm of the rocking chair he had built 30 years ago. He sighed.
Through the partially closed door to his office, down the pea-green wallpapered hallway, across the living room where pictures of his children and grandchildren smiled, and into the kitchen, he could hear his wife preparing dinner.
Settling his tired body more comfortably into the cushioned chair, he folded his arms. Minutes passed, slowed in their passing by the ageless music that continued to softly fill the sunlit room. His head began to sink, and soon his chin was resting gently between the open collar of his golf shirt. His eyes closed. He sighed.
His wife called, dinner was ready.
He did not hear her .
Friday, June 6, 2008
Picture Perfect
He had her in his sight. Tenderly and with much care he traced her silhouette, taking in each crystalline detail.
There, on her right foot, the muddy spot from where she tripped on a stone. Her socks were lightly dusted from the three mile hike. He paused, watching each minute twitch of her calf muscles as they stabilized her on the precarious pile of rocks. Her hat was slipping.
Carefully focusing, he could see the outline of the tank-top she wore under the linen shirt. Her hair floated lightly behind her, blown like little white tufts of cotton on the summer breeze.
Her finger squeezed, the camera clicked, and she fell. The remaining echo from the shot skittered down the canyon walls.
There, on her right foot, the muddy spot from where she tripped on a stone. Her socks were lightly dusted from the three mile hike. He paused, watching each minute twitch of her calf muscles as they stabilized her on the precarious pile of rocks. Her hat was slipping.
Carefully focusing, he could see the outline of the tank-top she wore under the linen shirt. Her hair floated lightly behind her, blown like little white tufts of cotton on the summer breeze.
Her finger squeezed, the camera clicked, and she fell. The remaining echo from the shot skittered down the canyon walls.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Now for the Great American Novel...
It is finally official! I'm published!
Two poems - one that I wrote 3 years ago and the other that you see below (with edits). I don't normally write poetry, it's just not my thing.
I prefer prose; to me it is more satisfying. But even I get hit with the urge to create poetry. Sometimes there are just those things that can't be related in normal writing.
When I have a link and image to share, I will.
Two poems - one that I wrote 3 years ago and the other that you see below (with edits). I don't normally write poetry, it's just not my thing.
I prefer prose; to me it is more satisfying. But even I get hit with the urge to create poetry. Sometimes there are just those things that can't be related in normal writing.
When I have a link and image to share, I will.
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