Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Photograph Titles: Fate, Harbinger and The Prey
Madeleine L' Engle
Crow symbolizes-Messanger
Vulture symbolizes-Fate
I love photographing the black birds. Im not exactly sure why I enjoy it, Im terrified of birds, Their unpredicatable and fast.Maybe I welcome the vulnerable feeling, My heart excelerating, my blood rushing through my veins. Allowing myself to be weak in their presence. Their beautiful creatures, but creatures to be feared.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Once Lost
So many times have I heard people say,including myself, If there was a God then why is he allowing evil to prey upon the innocent. ( my molester was a preacher, still a preacher)
God created us, not so we would be made to serve him, but he allowed us to make a choice. He wanted us to have free will.
Everyone is given their share of test,heartache, obstacles. Its our choice to go alone or to share the hand of God through our tribulations.
If you spoil a child, if you protect them from all wrongs of the world, when they experience something beyond their control, whatever it may be, they will crumble. Everyone must have Perserverance.
"He who endures to the end shall be saved." Matthew 24:13
"More that , we rejoice in our suffering knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character,and character produces hope." Romans 5:3-4
"Be still before the Lord and wait patientily for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes. Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret-it leads only to evil. For evil men will be cut off, but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land." Psalm 37:7-9
Understanding Gods motives and his plans are something that we as humans cant possiably ever figure out. I say this because, how can people like us, simple minded folks understand something or wrap our minds around something that is 100x greater than ourselves. This is where faith comes in. You must have faith that God will conquer, God will save, God does exist.
"Faith is the assuarance of things hoped for,the conviction of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1
I could go on and on about this subject. I have different views than most christians. Everyone has their own interpurtions of the scripture, which makes it hard for all people to believe what one person says about christianity. I believe if you have the spirit of God, the faith in God you will read like God meant it to be read. You dont havet to go to school to understand. Never take a preachers word for what this book says. Believe in God and you will understand the true meanings. One day I will write again on this subject.
My favorite hymnal--
I could go on and on about this subject. I have different views than most christians. Everyone has their own interpurtions of the scripture, which makes it hard for all people to believe what one person says about christianity. I believe if you have the spirit of God, the faith in God you will read like God meant it to be read. You dont havet to go to school to understand. Never take a preachers word for what this book says. Believe in God and you will understand the true meanings. One day I will write again on this subject.
My favorite hymnal--
Victory In Jesus
I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary
To save a wretch like me;
I heard about His groaning,
Of His precious blood's atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
And won the victory.
O victory in Jesus,
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.
I heard about His healing,
Of His cleansing pow'r revealing.
How He made the lame to walk again
And caused the blind to see;
And then I cried,
"Dear Jesus,Come and heal my broken spirit,
"And somehow Jesus came and bro't
To me the victory.
O victory in Jesus,
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.
I heard about a mansion
He has built for me in glory.
And I heard about the streets of gold
Beyond the crystal sea;
About the angels singing,
And the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I'll sing up there
The song of victory.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Photograph Title: Barb

"As I was looking through the view finder I was thinking of myself. I saw the barn in the distance and I realized it wasnt in focus, but the barb was.
Im the barb, Im clear on who I am, where Ive been, but my future is not clear. I diffently have the site of it but not the clarity of it."
Im a random person. I have ideas every 30 sec. running through my head. Awkardly they all fall in the same line of work. I know where I want to go, I know what I want to do with the remaining part of my life.I see it, but its out of focus, I have no clue how to achieve these goals. I dont know what path to take.
I realize Im not your normal girl next door. Im a strong person, but fragile in so many ways. I guard myself from people and my own ideas, to the point that I hurt my own ambitions and the people that surround me.
What I want from my life, is the ability to share my photographs. I do not care to be famous, I just want my work to be known. I want my work to make people feel something, something they have never allowed themselves to feel. I want to walk into a book store and see my work on a shelf or walk into a gallery and see my work hanging on the wall. Like I said, I dont want to be famous. I want my work to be.
I want to share my story of my life. I want show people that there is calm after the storm. Sure you still have your battles, but their simply little earthquakes compared to the monsterous acts of a man. Rather its someone toying with your mind and body, or simply not having a father to call dad. (You get the point)
I want to travel... I want to photograph this amazing world we live in.
I know Im a mom and wife. And I have every intention on doing my best to keep them grounded,sain, happy. This I will never be unfocused about.
But when Im ready to leave this world. I want to be ready, I dont want to leave unfinished goals behind. I want to embrace my death, not mourn it. I want these things for me, I want to say " Yes I have accomplished in my ambitions. I have pushed through heartache after heartache. Ive accomplished mothering and being a wife. I have made my darkest moments my strength. Ive found my meaning in this life."Elvis: If I can Dream
There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why cant my dream come true
There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
All the doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why wont that sun appear
Were lost in a cloud
With too much rain
Were trapped in a world
Thats troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly
Deep in my heart theres a trembling question
Still I am sure that the answer gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, theres a beckoning candle
And while I can think, while I can talk
While I can stand, while I can walk
While I can dream, please let my dream
Come true, right now
Let it come true right now
Oh yeah
Photograph Title: RavenStone

This picture was taken on a foggy monday morning.
I remember driving in this cemetery and I spotted these 2 birds playing on this monument and thinking to myslef.
"dancing on the doorsteps of death."
Ive been ready or at least thought I was ready for the death several times in my life. But i know now that there are important things that I havet to do first. So instead of waiting for death, I will dance on the doorsteps.
When I was 14 I believe, I locked myself in the bathroom and decided I wanted to end my life. I wasnt trying to get attention, I truly didnt care if I lived or died and I was okay with that. My short life had taken such a toll on my mind and body, it just seemed the better way, the easier way. We moved every 6 months to new places, there might have been a year that we stayed in one place but not often. Friends werent exactly in the agenda. Why make friends when you will be leaving shortly? Being a new kid in school was always hard espeacially when your carrying a huge load of secerts on your back, your not gonna be the open type. So the bulling and names was something I would never beable to avoid. So when I was closer to 13 I believe, it might have been 12 . I started starving myself. It wasnt about being fat or thinking I was fat. It was the only thing in my life I could control. Everything around me was falling apart, my home, my relationships with family, my mom wasnt the best at listening or understanding.
This is the one thing I could stop,the one thing I could enjoy of my punishment for existing. I really dont remember the start of it. It just happened over time and slowly became to eating at the most 6 spoonfulls of something. If I noticed anyone was catching on of course I would just suck it up and eat enough to show I was okay, but of course I made myself pay for it later.
I started rambling, but I just wanted to point out a few other reasons for attempted suicide.
I remember I had the phone in the bathroom with me just in case anyone called, my mother wouldnt be disturbed and start looking for me. I took pills, I cant remember what I took but it was alot, at least I thought it would be enough to do the job. After I swallowed the pills, I was sitting in the corner. Praying for God to forgive me, if there was a God. My uncle kinda shattered my belief system. I dont think I ever lost the belief but it was diffentely questioned in so many ways.
The phone was ringing, I would hang it up real quick. I didnt want anyone to know. I just wanted to go and I didnt think about after I left this world behind. About the 10th call I decided to answer, anything to make the phone stop before my mother would start wandering around trying to find out what was going on. It was my older sister, I remember her asking me a question," J are you ok?" Then at that moment my tongue had decieved me and my soul. I started crying and I told her what I did. She wanted to talk to my mom and I wouldnt let her, because at this point I was ashamed at what I almost accomplished. The next thing I remember is my Aunt and my mom beating on the bathroom door trying to get in, the whole time Im just up against the wall, terrified of what was behind that door, terrified of what could be coming to me at anytime. In that instance I realized I wasnt a quieter, I didnt want to die. I ran for the door and we headed for the hospital. Later that night they sent me to a "mental" hospital I cant remember how long I was there for but I know it felt like it was forever. I had to always have a nurse with me when I went to the bathroom and when I ate. Because to them they thought that this was my only problem. I did not dare speak of my uncle and his actions.
When I was 7 months pregnant I went in for a doctor visit, and within 30 min. I was in the hospital with tubes and needles coming out of my body. I had preeclampia, hypertension, severe toxima. My child was going to be born within the week they told me. They wanted to keep the baby inside my stomach as long as possiable, without danger to me or the baby.
I had to stay on my right side. This was the only way my blood pressure would come down to 115(the bottom number.) Yes thats high, but for the circumstances it was low. When I would move or if someone talked to me it would spike to 130. It had to be total darkness in my room also.
The next morning, I started having heartburn, at least thats what it felt like. I also started losing my vision. So they decided that it was best for the baby to come that day. I remember laying on my side, darkness in the room darkness in my head, pain running through my body. I was praying to God to just let me die, save my baby. I was begging, I couldnt believe that I was giving up that easy, but if one of us had to go I wanted to be the one. They rolled me in the operating room straping my head and hands down. I remember the brightness but I couldnt see anything. I could hear people around me talking. I felt the knife at my stomach and I realized that my husband was not there with me. They told me that he couldnt be back there because of the things they had to do to the baby, they didnt want him to react in a way that would prevent saving it.
They pulled this baby out. I heard it cry and it was the sweetest sound that my ears have ever heard. In that moment I realized that it might be the last sound of this stranger . In that split second, my emotions did a 180. I didnt care anymore, I didnt want to see, I didnt want to touch. My whole self went numb.
After a week in my hospital, my vision was slowly coming back, my speech was more tolerable. I was finally allowed to go across town to the other hospital to see my daughter.
When I walked in, my husband was standing beside her bed. They rolled me to her. Nothing, I felt nothing, my husband tried to get me to talk to her and touch her. I didnt, there was no draw to her, I felt nothing. Oh man did this scare me. I was suppose to want my child, to hold her to cry for her.There was nothing, no emotion what so ever. I had only 30 min. before I had to go back to my hospital.
When I was finally released for good, I went to my baby. They gave me a room to stay in while she stayed in the nicu. Yes finally that connection was there. The only explanation I have for my feelings. Once she was taken from my body and I realized that I was okay. That I was going to survive this. I new that she would be the one to leave this world. That first cry I heard shut every part of my emotions down. I really believe that my mind was preparing me for a loss, and the only way I new how to do that was to be distant. As long as I wasnt close or felt her then there would be no way this would hurt me. I thank GOD that she did not leave us. Looking at how I handled it, It would have destroyed me. Instead of accepting a possiable few hours I decided to have none.
I was selfish In both Pleas with God!
U2: Walk On
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can�t steal it
No they can�t even feel it
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can�t sell it, can�t buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on Home...
hard to know what it is if you�ve never had one
Home... I can�t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is
I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Phograph Title " We Stand Alone"
This flower has three buds that branch off on its own. It represents me and my 2 sisters. For so long we stood alone in our little world.
When I was 2 or 3 my father had left our life to pursue his own. Growing up, mom worked a 8-5 job. My older sister immediatley became the second mother. She of course was a child herself but was shoved into adulthood way to young. I remember she would come home from school and look over me and my younger sister. Making sure our homework was done, the piece was kept between fighting lil girls. She made sure supper was on the table before our mom would walk in the door and also making sure the house was cleaned and clean cloths to wear. How such a young adolecent teen could take on so much responsiablity and not go completely insane is beyond me.
Oh yeah, sure she had her moments of rebellion but never like you see these days with teens. I do not blame my mother for this and Im sure my older sister does not either. Its what had to be done.
I admire my older sister for giving up part of her life to make sure me and my lil sister had some sort of normality in our childhood.
My younger sister is my best friend. We are very close in age so this of course is enivadiable. We havent always been the closet but weve always found our way back to eachother.
My sisters were my safe haven. We were the only ones that new what was going on in our life. Me and my older sister never really talked about it until we both grew up. My lil sister and I we would talk about it occasionally.
My uncle by Marriage, molested me and my sisters. My earliest memory of it is 3 so no telling if it happened before then. This went on till the age of 13.
Sometimes I wonder how did I allow this to go on for so long? The only answer Ive been able to come up with is... When you grow up in a certain enviroment you believe this is the way of life, that its normal. As you get older part of you starts thinking that it might not be normal, but of course by then why would you say anything? Who would believe you? Something that youve kept quiet about for so long, to even think of telling is just unimaginable. Even though you want someone to help, to stop it.
I can rememeber way too many times keeping my guard up because I didnt want my sister to have as much as I did. Being so little and immature, I never focused on why I was doing this. As years went by I realized it wasnt because I enjoyed it, it was because I didnt want her to suffer nearly as bad. It was enivatable that she would get it. But as long as I was around it wouldnt be nearly as much.
As we grew into adults, we talked about it. She herself was trying to do the same for me.
Small childern trying to be eachothers protectors. To save eachother from a monster. The monster that was chipping away every part of our abilities of being children, of having dreams, having some sort of sense of ourselves. Instead this monster redefined who we were suppose to be.. Yes some say, do not allow your struggles to define who you are, but how can you really believe that when the most defining stage of your life you had someone that you thought loved you, touch ,kiss , look at you, breathe upon you as their disposable sex toy.
My sisters are the best part of my childhood, the safest part of my childhood. I dont havet to pretend, I dont havet to hold back. They kept me alive. I really dont think they get that part.
(this doesnt even scratch the surface of my past)
Dave Matthew Band: Sister
Pass the time with you in mind
It's a rather quiet night
Feel the ground against my back
Counting stars against the black
Thinking bout another day
Wishing I was far away
Whether they were dreams or worries
You were there with me Sister,
I hear you laugh
My heart fills full up
Keep me please
Sister, when you cry I feel your tears running down my face
Sister, Sister keep me
I hope you always know its true
I would never make it through
We could make the sun go down
Just by walking away
Playing like we used to play
Our kingdom will never go away
Feel you beating in my chest
I'll be dead without
Sister, I hear you laugh
My heart fills full up
Keep me please
Sister, when you cry I feel your tears running down my face Sister,
Sister will you keep me?
I would never make it through
Hope you always know its true
You could make the heaven's fall
Just by walking away
Sister, I hear you laugh
My heart fills full up
Keep me please
Sister, when you cry I feel your tears running down my face Sister,
Sister keep me
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Photograph Title: "Restraint"
Some say Im an open book, but Im not. Some think they have me figured out, but they dont.There are many layers to me. Im not saying I put up a front for people, but through my life Ive always had to shut the door and keep it shut. Ive always had to give the illusion that everything was okay. Smile and skip and while on the inside I was crying, screaming for someone to save me. I know now that the only person that can save me is myself.
Some people know part of my past, but certaintly not all of it. I once talked to a "Person" they said, "its good to talk, to tell people. Youve spent so many years bottled up."
I think I might do that. Soon. A Wire can always be broken.
Tori Amos: Silent All These Years
Excuse me, but can I be you for a while?
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah, I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear that
But what if I'm a mermaid?
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey, but I don't care
'Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent all these years
So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Boy, you best pray that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you?
My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven where
Some screams have gone?
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough to get us there?
'Cause what if I'm a mermaid?
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey, but I don't care 'Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent all these...Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand?
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left?
One more casualty
You know we're too easy, easy, easy Well,
I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
But baby don't look up
The sky is falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
And it's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you
Here, take hold of my hand
Yeah, I can hear them
But what if I'm a mermaid?
In these jeans of yours with her name still on it
Hey, but I don't care
'Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent all these years
I've been here
Silent all these years
Silent all these
Silent all these years...
Photograph Title: "Exposure"
One of my favorite songs is by Tori Amos, "1000 Oceans"
Years ago when I first heard this song I thought it was about
Love and Loss (romantically) Now, I know everyone has
different theories on song meanings, for me this song is for my daughter. A fear I have is being so consumed with myself and
my own ideas of how things should be that I would keep my child from finding her own identity. When I was in the postion of taking this picture, the only thing I remember feeling is terror, sadness. It looked as if my child was running from my inabilities of mothering. Like she was trying to find a place to hide from all the falling razor sharp descions that I have made or will havet to make as she grows. I only hope that my mentality will not jeopardize her way of thinking or her ability of being apart of society. For this reason I will always cry a 1000 oceans.
Being a mother is hard, not so much physically but emotionally. I only hope that my own insercurties will not inhibit me from raising a strong, independant, smart girl.
These tears I've cried I've cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems I'm floating in the darkness
Well, I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
And I would cry 1000 more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home Sail you home
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
And if I find you
Will you still remeber
Playing at trains
Or does this litte blue ball
Just fade away
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you
These tears I've cried
I've cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I'm floating in the darkness
Well I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
So I will cry 1000 more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home
What Am I doing?
I decided to start blogging about my relationship with my photographs.Ive been asked numerous times,"How did you get that shot","what were you thinking with that shot." So Im here to tell the story of my photographs.
"Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
Im not a great writer or speller, and I do not use punctuation like it should be intended. So please over look these errors.
"Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
Im not a great writer or speller, and I do not use punctuation like it should be intended. So please over look these errors.
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