Ok picture this:
I am in Jordan on top of Mt. Neob where Moses was translated or somthing like that.
the view is amazing i can see the whole entire valley clear across to Jericho!! that's cool Snap a pic of that.
Ooo cute school girl on a rock. Snap.
OOO BIRDS! SNAP SNAP SNnnna..........what? the shutter is wont release. i impaitently look down to see what the hold up is- i am missing out on some good shots here. my heart drops. the LCD screen reads: YOUR CF CARD IS UNFORMATTED REMOVE IT. how could this be? how did this happen? what do i do? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS???? this means i have no camera for the next 4 days to take pictures of spetacular Petra, gershon, and jordan river!! it means i have to drop $70 bucks on a new one. it means that while other students are laughing taking stupid narcistic pictures of themselves i will have none. it means that like a fat kid who has no teeth to eat his cake- i will have no camera to capture priceless moments.
its devasting. a low blow from the Banshees that curse my life.
tears almost hit the tear gland when.........(suspense).......I remember that i hualed my hunk of metal 1968 Pentax film camera across the border!! A MIRACLE. that nite i hunt the city of Wadi Mousa for film. i found some for an eye ball and some teeth-it was $7 dollars a roll!! oustandingly rediculous. i got two. the next day i would barter a desperate shop keeper for an aditional roll for an amazingly cheap price of $4.
because of this despensable blessing of film, i had to carefully choose and craft each picture. slowing down and disect each location to make sure i was getting the maximum shot per frame. it was hard. but you know what? i l i k e d i t. it was refreshing. i got to intimately know each subject i was shooting. instead this one nite stand type of deal that i had going on before it was as if i was developing a relationship taking time to get to know it and bond with it! it made the time spent at the location more memorable and each picture better composed.
I can't help but hear dierks bentley lyrics in my head: "I'd settle for a slowdown...come on tap those brakes..mmm do la dee.." why do we live like we have to go mock 90? there is soo much to life if we just push and the breaks. slow down. What is the point of life if we dont enjoy it?? what's the point of working 65 hours a week if you dont get to play with your kids? whats the point of taking on a crap load of credits joining every club and training for a marathon if you are too stressed to have any fun?
"Men are that they might have joy." God wants to bless us with peace and happiness. i just feel as if we take life so fast that we forget how to be intiment and enjoy the simple things that really give us life greatest pleasures.
please slow down. eat a marshmellow. feel the breeze. develop a talent. smile at the walmart door greaters.
shoot if you find this a little difficult to do- i kno of a good remedy: pull out your old film brick of a camera and let it revive you.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Mumbo Jumbo
me trying to get some action from the sphinx
but i uh..kind of missed haha
notice my fanny pack. seriously these things are amazing
k this pic was taken on a train ride. an overnite train ride
from Luxor to Cario. it was RAD this seat fold down into a
bed and we slept to the soothing motion of the train. This was
us after we woke up. YIKES
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Ballad on Stairs
Morning light to setting dusk
climbing stairs is a must
Top to bottom, bottom to top
the merciless stones is a must
Sweating 'n Panting as I climb
If it does not stop I'll lose my mind
Weak calves, complaining toes
this is a hell I have not choose
Right left I can't escape
They haunt my dreams and when i wake
When will it stop when will it end
the wrath of the stone will not bend
If your reading this hear my plea:
Drown my sorrows and send cookies to me.
(this poem is based on true events and feelings.)
climbing stairs is a must
Top to bottom, bottom to top
the merciless stones is a must
Sweating 'n Panting as I climb
If it does not stop I'll lose my mind
Weak calves, complaining toes
this is a hell I have not choose
Right left I can't escape
They haunt my dreams and when i wake
When will it stop when will it end
the wrath of the stone will not bend
If your reading this hear my plea:
Drown my sorrows and send cookies to me.
(this poem is based on true events and feelings.)
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