I did not write a post last week. I have lots of legit excuses, but really I was sort of excited to skip a week because nothing too crazy has happened lately to inspire me with a creative topic. I’ve been relatively content. I have also been super wrapped up in my final project for my photography class. I love how when you really get into something, you can spend all your time obsessing about it. Others around me do not love that aspect of me quite as much. When I say obsessed…it might be a slight understatement. It’s all I think about. Whether I am writing something or creating some form of art, I can’t relax until all the pieces fit together perfectly. If something is just a little off, I can’t let it go.
Grades don’t even matter anymore at this point in my life, but I still want that A. I want to know that I put everything I had into something and I want that pay off at the end. This is how I’m wired. Put me in an accounting class, and I’ll study and do what I can to get a good grade, but I don’t obsess about it. I’ve half-assed a lot of things in my life, art hasn’t been one of them.
So I’d like to thank my amazing support system. I have some very special people that helped me prepare for this final presentation.
- My models without which I would have no pictures of tattoos. So thank you for letting me get up close and personal on multiple occasions until I got just the right shot. This includes my little sister, who on her wedding day, put up with my obsessive behavior. (FYI Little Sis – Everyone in the class thought the picture of you was beautiful. For reals.) (Flattery always helps models to forget the annoying photographer asking for just one more shot about 30 more times.)
- The big chicken and three little chickens that drove me around multiple train tracks. We later found out we may have been trespassing on private property, but they were willing to take the risk for me. Driving up and down Old Lincoln Highway about 200 times was a fun way to spend a Friday evening. I also found out we have an Amtrak here in Omaha. And now I know where it is.
- Those of you that gave me your opinions for nothing in return. You got caught up in this work just as much as I did and I had a blast working on it with you. I know I could do it alone, but you made me better, you pushed me to get out of my comfort zone and really try to get some unique shots, and you never got tired of me asking for the thousandth time, this picture or this picture? How about this one? What do you like about this one over that one? (See, it’s annoying, right? Anyone who puts up with that from me holds a special place in my heart.)
- My parents. (Because you have to end with your parents. That’s just what you do when you win an award. Oh wait, I didn’t win anything. I don’t even know if I got an A yet. Oh well, I can pretend, right?) My parents believe in me. They encourage me. They always have. They always will (or else). They don’t roll their eyes at me when I get my camera out and start shooting. They were my first support system and they will always be my biggest fans and I love that about them. And I love that I understand it even more now that I have chickens of my own.
I am going to end this with a few of the shots that made it into my project and a few that didn’t. Before I do that though, I want to say that I am so grateful for the support system that I have. Not everyone has that kind of support, and I think I take that for granted sometimes. I love all of you that support me and I hope I am there for you as much as you are for me. As I have mentioned before, we aren’t perfect. We can only keep trying to be the people we want to be. I want to be the kind of person who supports the people they love as much as they support me. So with that, thanks to all of you. Thanks for continuing to read this. And now for some amateur photos from a beginning photography class.