wish list

when I have a studio, these are the images I will hang around me to inspire.

by George Hurrell

Walter Evans

by Elliot Erwitt

by Elliott Erwitt

by Henri-Cartier Bresson

by Eddie Adams

by Joseph Nicéphore Niépce

Margaret Bourke-White

Guy Bourdin

Dinosaur
 -- {note: everyone needs to be reminded to use their imagination. Who's to say what's impossible and what's not? God alone.}

Bored in Oklahoma

what do I do to make the road trip more interesting? play with photoshop and long exposure.

this is a work in progress. don't judge it yet.

window to reality.

my piece of peace when I'm overwhelmed with the world and the people in it. I love the trees outside the window, the times when sunlight sneaks through it to warm my bed, when laughter floats in through it, when rain spits on it, when lightning lights my room through it, when wind howls against it. 

it's my new reality when I'm sick of the old.

www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/71496

dead birds.

this is so funny.

ha!

stupid love.

resolute.

I wish more people were truly resolute. 
People hear the phrase "New Years Resolution" and it now means something you follow for three weeks and then forget about... what about that is resolute? Absolutely nothing.
Yet the idea behind them is beautiful and intriguing. People desire to use the start of a new year to bring about the start of a new beginning for themselves - the beginning of something exciting, something that betters themselves and the world around them, something that stretches them and changes them and brings them to become the person they desire to be. I think that's wonderful.
So while I won't be making any official resolutions, I will be resolute in my desire and pursuit of change. I read Romans 12 yesterday. I want to be a Romans 12 woman. That is my "resolution". This is in no way anything that will be accomplished in the space of 2011... but I'll get there eventually. But I'm going to begin to become... now.
I enjoyed this article -  http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203731004576046103927290950.html?mod=WSJ_hp_LEFTTopStories

Christmas

trip to Papa's house

stockings on Christmas morning

excerpt from my aesthetics/photography paper notes.

Reading what Arthur C. Danto had to say about the idea that art reaches its apex in fulfillment when being appreciated as a source of pleasure helped me realize my semi-indifferent attitude about the way people view art. He was offended, and seemed to say, “How would a woman feel if you told her you only keep her around because she’s beautiful or sexy?” But as for my feelings on the subject, let others view art as they may... only as a lovely thing to look at, or as something to ignite, to illuminate, to inspire. Art is powerful and moving no matter how one views it... let it show some that there is beauty and goodness and loveliness in the world, let it show others truths about God, about people, and about life - and let them be changed. I shall let them view as they please, and look for the deeper myself. 

i decided it's time for more picture posts.

so here's another one.

a friend found out i like potatoes a while ago. he had my roommate hide some all over my room. it was a merry game of hide and go seek. :)

night time

i was up late doing homework last night. i broke up the overwhelming amount of work with spontaneous photoshoots that featured... my room. 

mmmnighttimecolors.

shadows.

(:

principles project is due soon.

played with my polaroid.

am i a grandma for having candy in a dish?

she slept peacefully

room decor.

a moment.

a beautiful picture for you.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/leicaman/5061743131/in/photostream/

college life

My life has been hectic with homework and such lately, so I'll leave you with this short update -- God is good.

Click here to see Jesus

mmmmm.

I LOVE GOD. He's just super ridiculously good.

Today, I did something I never do. I prayed on my knees alone in my room. And it was awesome. It was literally for less than two minutes... but it was the most restful and encouraging and wonderful two minutes I've had in a long time. It was like an automatic open door into the presence of God. Kneeling is just a wonderfully holy thing.

I prayed about this thing Dillon and I talked about. We were actually discussing each others faults (as weird as that sounds), and he told me that I pay way too much attention to what people think of me. Which is absolutely true. I realized this on the phone with Sunshine last night, when I started freaking out because he made a comment about a part of my personality, and I ended up thinking about it throughout the entire conversation, wondering how often people are completely annoyed and turned off by me. Which is stupid.

So I asked God to help me only want to be like him, and only want to please him. Which is awfully hard for me to do. I clearly need his help rather badly.

I realized that not only do I need to recognize this fault, but work on it. I'm pretty lazy when it comes to improving myself. Then I realized I wasn't sure where to start. So I prayed on my knees. And I felt comforted, and energized.

Like I said... God is incredible. I really like him.

p.s. - I've been having trouble sleeping the past three days. Not sure why. I've been told to try lavender by a friends mother. Hmm.

Bible College.

you know what i realized? when most people have to study for a test, they need a binder full of notes, maybe a couple textbooks, etc.

but while i'm studying for the test i have tomorrow, all i need is my bible. i'm sitting here with a cup of coffee and my little travel bible, reading out of it for my big test in matthew class tomorrow morning.

i love learning about the bible. dang, it's so good.

i can't believe i get to be here, learning from some of the greatest minds and teachers in Christianity alive today. i just want to learn to be like Jesus. and that's what i'm doing.

gosh, what a good life.

p.s. i went home this weekend, and it was marvelous. i got to play around a lot with my mom's film camera... took five whole rolls. my family is incredibly beautiful. i'm so grateful for them.
p.p.s. WALMART SELLS BIG RED NOW! WOOHOOOOO!

i know what's wrong with me.

it just hit me.

i'm a life group leader. it's been a major part of my life pouring into those girls, praying for them, trying to be an encouraging part of their lives.
i'm in frontline. i feel like i take some responsibility in the group... everybody texts me to ask for details, i'm best friends with the assistant, matt asks my opinion on a lot of things, and when we had the fiasco with mary, i was a big part of helping judy with the stress.
i'm a roommate. there's SO much going on with rach right now, and i feel like i really really need to be a support for her and an encouragement for her. she does not need any more stress right now than what is already on her plate, and if i can help take some of that off by being the support a Godly friend should be, then it's a wonderful day for both of us.
i'm somewhat of a counselor for one of my best friends. she's been through a ton throughout her life, and i'm her oldest and closest friend right now. we're accountability "partners", and we had breakfast this morning. she needs Godly advice and a truth-telling friend that won't judge, will understand, will encourage, and will help. i guess that's me.

what this adds up to: i don't have a life group leader that is pouring into helping my life. while my roommate is incredible and has been helping me with a lot of what's going on in my life, i can't tell her how her news is affecting me in a sort-of-bad way. since that news isn't public, i can't really get that support from anybody. i'm nine hours away from home, and i just got to talk to my daddy for half an hour... for the first time in several weeks. ha. thirty minutes didn't even get through all the stuff i'm struggling with right now. i'm going to church weekly, but i don't have any kind of mentor or small group leader in that arena either. kevin greer is meeting with us life group leaders once a week, but we pretty much just hang out, plan events, and learn about small group leadership stuff. it's nice, but not really deep. matt and joy are wonderful, but i don't connect with joy the way i would want to for a mentor-type person, and obviously i can't go and cry in matt's office. weird.

i feel like i'm learning about the lonely part of being selfless. 

but in a bad way. 

i think it's healthy for me to have someone pour into me as i try and pour everything i have into those around me who need me.

it might be time for me to start hanging out with madison hart again. 

i miss her. she's really the only upperclassman with whom i feel comfortable enough talking about life things.

hmm.

p.s. i don't want you to get me wrong - i'm THRILLED about rachel's upcoming developments in life. SO excited. 

i'm just feeling lonely. 

i can't sleep.

my life is suddenly changing so much. after june 12, 2011, nothing will EVER be the same. and it all starts right now.

i'm terribly happy. and a little bit lonely. and soooooooo excited! and a small bit sad.

dillon said, "life goes on." i replied, "this is life." 

i'm embracing it to the full. if i view the upcoming year as something terribly exciting and different to get past, and then life will continue afterwards, then i'm completely missing out on life.

i feel awfully old.

photoshoot!!

i had an engagement photoshoot yesterday!!!! aaaaahhhh we had so much fun. i was nervous because i'm friends with the couple here at school, and i see them all the time, and if my photos were only marginal, they would still have to be nice to me and tell them that they like the photos. and that condescension is the worst feeling ever. 


but it went great!! i love them. and they love them, too! and they paid me with this delicious coffee stuff, and i'm so excited to try it... whitney said she and her roommate love it.

oh... but don't spread it around that they didn't pay me money. i needed new portfolio pictures, okay? nobody else is going to get a free ride.

anyways. i'm so happy about it. it was SO good to get back in the saddle again with a legitimate photoshoot. and i spent the time working on how to work with my clients, get them in the right attitude and such for pictures so i can get my desired effect, and learning how to pose them better. i actually told them what to do this time! it helps so much.

i feel like those two things are a big part of professionalism that i was no where near having in my shoots.

i went through them all last night, edited them, and made a cd for their viewing... they sat in my lobby and ooh'd and ahh'd over them. they're so happy with them... i wanted to burst in an explosion of gladness.

slight exaggeration. but you get my meaning.

i just want to go home.

i don't like doing two negative posts in a row, but it's been a tough week.

and all i want to do is go home.

i've been super sensitive about everything concerning my family and louisville all week. i feel bad.

i have to do homework, but i would much rather curl up under my blanket and sleep. sleep would take me out of this for a while.

i think my dad was in my dream last night.

love.

I just tweeted this:

discussing with Rach the idea that a more correct (selfless) love would have included bold honesty, and the consequences of selfishness. Hm.

here's the deal. you should have told me the truth. i know i was naive, and i know that i was enjoying the attention. but now i miss our friendship. because our friendship according to me was something that was apparently not a friendship to you. 

but since that has changed, everything else will follow. 

i know it was "in like", not "in love", but if you loved me the way you told me you did, as a sister... then the more correct love should still have been shown through you. it's unfair to tell me that we're just friends, yet treat me the same way you're now treating your new "love interest". i understand so much more now. 

i'm sorry i was selfish. i liked the attention and time you gave me.

that part was my fault.

this sounds way dramatic. it's probably overboard. 

but i miss you. and it's spilling out into a blog post that i'm writing while i'm tired and dealing with weird girly emotions. 

don't worry about it.