Life, September

September is gone.  It's 3 30 in the afternoon and I've just noticed.   Hey October.  What's up?

I worked every weekend in the last month.  I didn't take a single personal photograph.  Fortunately Bryan grabbed this gorgeous shot of Lucy with his cell phone, so all was not lost.   


I also have a confession:  

I am a photography class dropout.  

There it is Internet.  You heard it first.  Two years ago, I managed to get halfway through an evening course on photography at the local community college before I gave up.  

I learned how to use a camera through some youtube tutorials and the handbook.  I've always felt a little unnerved when people ask me about my training at meetings.  I don't really have any.  And frankly, that's okay.  It's not that hard to teach yourself how to use a DSLR camera.  If I can do it, so can you, so can anyone.

What I have really been wanting all this time was for some direction in the area of artistic vision. So this month I registered for a photography course with The Parsons.  I was introduced to their work early on.  I didn't pay much attention to it.  I didn't get it.  I believed that wedding photography was about epic-ness.  About crazy processing and high drama.  I thought it was about glamour and perfectly poised couples.  Their photographs seemed so ordinary and I didn't think any more about it  That was until I saw this video:


And it hit me like a shit-ton of bricks.  I got it.  They captured the stuff of real life.   

The ordinary, extraordinary.  By the end of the video my face was hot with tears, and my vision forever changed.   

Starting mid-October I will be moving through 5 weeks of classes with The Parsons.  According to the course description they're going to 'help me find my balls'. We've all been wondering where those things are.

I'll share here, with all of you, what my balls look like when I find them.  And anything else I learn along the way. 

In peace,