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2015
I miss participating in the yearly design competition and fundraiser for the Food Bank. It is a national activity which occurs in chapters in various locations all across the country. Design teams of local engineers, architects, designers and construction companies get involved in raising money to purchase prepackaged food. They design sculptures out of the food which must fit within a ten foot cube, be self-supporting and be constructed in one night. After the teams build their sculptures a jury adjudicates and chooses winners for different prizes such as Best Meal, Best Use of Labels, Best Structure and Honorable Mention to be presented in an award ceremony. The sculptures are left on display for several weeks in the public venue in which they were erected so as to help generate interest in the public for donating canned goods to their local Food Bank. Large bins are provided beside the sculptures for local residents to drop off donations and often if the exhibit is at a location which requires an entry fee then the establishment will offer a discount if a food donation is made at the time of visitation. Once the exhibit is over then the team members will return to disassemble their masterpieces which are then delivered to the Food Bank.
The above gallery of images are the sculptures that Raphael and I created together. Here are some of the other team’s sculptures. These are from 2002 at Chesapeake Square Mall.
And these are from 2001 at Nauticus. You can tell there was a lot of of emphasis on American themes after September 11th. I was up to my eyeballs dealing with the TSA since I was already working at the airport, so I really didn’t feel like focusing on any themes which were already at the forefront of my mind day in and day out already. Plus, I never have been somebody who is mainstream.
The following images are from 2000 at The Portsmouth Children’s Museum. We had quite a bit of fun following the banquet at this facility by enjoying many of the permanent exhibits.
Here are just a few images of us enjoying the permanent exhibits at the Children’s Museum with my neighbor and my ex-husband.
And here are the other team’s sculptures from the first year at Pembroke Mall in 1999 – Wow, that was a long time ago!
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2015I stopped by the Virginia Tech Arboretum a couple of months ago and wandered around photographing to my heart’s content. Just as I was approaching a gorgeously oxidized tractor an employee on a golf cart drove up to me and advised me that I had walked past “ALL” of the posted signs indicating that I was in a restricted area. He seemed slightly irritated but was still nice about it as he indicated to where the signs were supposedly posted. I apologized profusely and explained that I hadn’t come from the direction of his gesture. He softened and said there was a sign in the direction I had come from as well. I shared with him the route I had taken and he realized that I hadn’t actually walked past any signs. Phew! I felt better that I hadn’t accidentally ignored any postings about where I was and was not allowed. I asked for clarification of the allowable areas and realized that the majority of my trek had been through restricted zones. Oops. The worst part was that I didn’t get any shots of the gorgeous buildings or the prematurely aging equipment and those are all in the restricted areas. The good part was that as I was being kindly escorted back to the allowable visitor’s area I spotted a gray fox. I pointed him out and my friendly new acquaintance, Adam (or was it Alan?) told me that the fox was a frequent sight on the property and they will venture as far as the road. I was excited at the prospect of seeing the animal again and figured I would definitely have to revisit.
My first time back I arrived less than an hour before sunset. I parked and then walked straight back towards the treeline. I immediately saw a fox. He was meandering through the glen of trees, apparently scavenging for some light morsels to nibble on. I slowly moved closer as I tried to get in sync with my equipment. I reached that threshold where he noticed I existed but I wasn’t too close for his comfort so I struggled to focus my lens properly on the gorgeous animal hoping to get a decent image before he decided it was time to retreat. I didn’t end up with any award worthy images, but I was satisfied with something decent enough for my first encounter.
The next time I returned When the fox heard a man walking with his German Short-Haired Pointer coming from around the bend of the path from within the woods however, he quickly retreated into the woods. The man asked in an Australian accent if I was searching for the fox to which I answered in the affirmative. He stated he hadn’t seen them yet that day but he often saw a pair of gray foxes. I thought I had seen a red fox as I didn’t realize that gray foxes were red and gray. The man and his well behaved dog, who reportedly wouldn’t chase the fox if he came upon them, headed off down the old abandoned railroad bed. I set off down the path into the woods from where they had come. We ended up running into one another again as they returned from their walk down the railway. The man told me he had spotted the pair of foxes down near the bamboo. I wasn’t familiar with the area but I enthusiastically thanked him and set off in hopes of finding my subject matter. I didn’t spot them at all.
I turned around and trekked back towards the road as the sun began to slip close to the horizon. As I was close to the end of the raised covered over railroad tracks I spotted not one but both of the foxes creeping across the clearing, beautifully back lit by the setting sun. My heart swelled inside my chest, I was mesmerized so much by how beautiful the scene was. I wished I could capture it at least well enough to share some of the feelings I had inside of me of wonder, amazement and joy surrounding the beauty of these two creatures in the natural setting at the most precious time of day. I knew I’d probably have to return and keep practicing my photography skills to be able to do the scene justice, but at least I’d be able to share something each time I did go by.
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2013I question myself often as to exactly what criteria qualifies a person as a professional. Each profession has different standards. Some have requirements for schooling and testing procedures, including internship durations. Some bestow acronyms of letters following their name upon the completion of a degree or a test or series of tests. Some people feel a certain amount of time practicing in a field renders a person a professional of that particular discipline. I find that photography is one of the most ambiguous careers as far as what renders somebody a professional, and many professional photographers tend to be very competitive and can be somewhat hostile towards what they consider to be sub par photography tools and techniques by others rather than just enjoying it as an art form. Of course, there is also the thought that, similar to in sports and the Olympics, professional status is achieved once money is earned in association with the subject.
I have grappled with whether to promote myself as a professional or an amateur photographer. I fear promoting myself as a professional photographer because I do not want to let anybody down. I sometimes wonder, do I have enough skill to take on the responsibility to provide my client with the type of product and/or memory he/she desires? I do not want to give the impression that I have gone to school and studied photography. Except, I did. I may not have majored in photography, but I did take a college level courses in the subject. Prior to that I had already studied under the tutelage of a professional photographer. This professional hadn’t gone to school to become a photographer either. However, he has a degree from the College of Photographic Arts and Science at the Rochester Institute of Technology and was a combat photographer for the Marines. He also works for the U.S. Government designing satellite imaging systems. I call him Dad. So many people ask for my credentials as though I need to present a resume in order to prove my worth as a photographer. In retrospect, those who ask are other photographers. I’m more and more surprised at the competitive and overbearing nature of so many other photographers in a field where there IS actually room for competition to exist side-by-side. Others don’t even seem to care and will label me however they please regardless of any factors whatsoever. I’ve read far too many blog posts by photographers seemingly trying to scare new photographers, or to wow their clients as to how difficult their profession is. When in actuality, the client is the main concern.
My concern is letting my client down. Most people have an ideal in mind when they come to a photographer in the first place. Some want just a photographic documentation of events and/or objects including people, pets, real estate, collections, etc. Some people have particular standards in mind in which they want the subject of the photo to appear absolutely amazing (which is obvious, but subjective based on a person’s particular taste as well as ability), comparable to the quality of another photographer they have seen elsewhere, or to other objects and people they have seen. Some people’s desired results are realistic, and some are unrealistic. If I do my job, as the qualified professional that I am, and the client’s desires are realistic, then everybody will be happy.
I fear that, for some reason, my results won’t be on par with my standard level of results, or that my client might have unrealistic desires in the first place. My biggest fear would be to let somebody down. However, reasonable suppositions would lend themselves to show that if I show my work, which will be of a consistent level and quality, and a client hires me based on that portfolio of work, then I shouldn’t fear a client with unrealistic expectations.
There are actually so-called photographers who post work of other real photographers and claim that work to be their own. (http://stopstealingphotos.tumblr.com/post/55692379330/sassy-snapz-photography-design) and they post images and text from other photographers who are decidedly better than they are on their website to draw business. I am proud enough of my own work to show it, and when I am lacking in an area, i.e. I haven’t shot many weddings or newborn portraits, then I simply don’t display that on my website.
I am here, humble before you, always striving to give you the best of me that I can. But I don’t stand here claiming to be the greatest photographer who ever walked the earth. And I will always have more to learn and I hope that I shall never cease to stop improving, lest my love of photography will dwindle as it loses it’s luster of challenge and accomplishment.
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2012Sometimes my best might be my worst, and sometimes, it might be heavenly. When my best is lacking, I try to apologize, if I recognize it. Regardless of what my behavior is I also don’t know what another person’s behavior might be, whether it be his or her best, worst or somewhere in between. So, if I happen upon another person whose behavior is unbecoming, to say the least, I give them the benefit of the doubt to say that he or she might be at his/her worst at that particular time and might need some leniency.
We have all had difficult times, and we never know just how difficult a time somebody else has gone through or could be going through. So I try my hardest to treat everybody with patience and compassion. And only hope that others might show me the same kindness if and when I might ever been in need of the same. I figure that is all we can ever do as we are, after all, human. I think I may have learned this lesson from my dog, perhaps, who is always the best and thinks I am too. 😀
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2012My silly dog can convey fear of a thunderstorm by the way he bolts across the room over to the couch where I am sitting with my laptop on my lap. He pushes his seventy pound frame up into my lap with his ears flattened against his head, his eyes big black puddles of panicking puppy pupils. The power-cord from my computer goes flying in one direction and the mouse flying in another direction as if it were an actual living, breathing being, scampering for cover from the flying fur-ball coming in for a landing. The quivering, quaking doggy tummy, arms, legs and head on my legs are instantly wrapped in my arms. Additionally he can convey excitement over the possibility of getting to play in the garden hose. He whimpers and hops on his hind legs while wagging his tail with his ears and nose twitching in excitement.
Just as much as my dog can convey his feelings, emotions and sometimes thoughts through his expressions and actions, his wishes and vibes of well-being can be transferred without direct contact or traditional measures.
I thoroughly appreciate every single positive thought and vibe from my friends and family which I have been receiving. Because their energy does transfer to me and it does fuel me on. It is because of them AND my two incredible dogs that I have survived through all of the turmoils and illness for as long as I have and continue on to this day.
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2012Nothing is ever black and white. Nobody is ever just a number or just a person. Sometimes things are simple, but sometimes they are rather complex. You never know what you will find until you have it in front of you and are investigating for yourself. You can rely on others as tools, as teammates and as an extension of you. But how you work is up to you.
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2012Everything we do on facebook is a tree falling in the forest. We may make a statement or post a photo and not receive comments or likes. It is the same with life, we take action, we speak, we exist, we co-exist, we have impact. Just because we do not see or hear validation or responses, it does not mean that we are not seen, heard, felt, smelt, appreciated, wanted, needed… We are not insignificant, we DO make a sound.
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2009Just like my life, this site is in a state of metamorphosis.I don’t expect it to ever be complete, as completion is a state of mind. And the way my mind works, I am continually learning, adjusting and improving. I don’t want to ever sit back and think that I can’t do better; I always challenge myself. I have always subscribed to the theory, “The more you know, the more you know you don’t know.” So, I apologize for those who see the weaknesses; please don’t hesitate to ask me directly if there is something you want to know. Chances are that I have thought about it at least minutely. But, if I have not, I will be even more excited for something else to consider. And for those of you who don’t see weaknesses, thank you. I need to feel as though I have some semblance of order being presented. All in all, I hope that you will enjoy and that I might be able to provide you with some of the same feelings that overcome me when I capture my images.
Alana