For the past decade or so all I’ve wanted was to be a writer. It seems that somewhere along the way being a writer meant I HAD to be a Journalist and now that I’m graduating from MDC I find that road much less desirable. Not that I don’t want to write. I’ll always write, for god sake I starting writing poems, stories and journals at age 10. That won’t change…but I’m not sooo in love with the idea of being a reporter or journalist or news for that matter.
These thoughts started around December of last year and have gotten so much more intense. Kind of like can’t breathe from the idea of being stuck in that career forever! So, I’ve decided to let that goal sink and more on to what will hopefully be greener pastures. Well…once i figure out what my next goal will be that is. Of course.
Right now, at this very moment, I’m thinking I’ll take a photography course in the summer…for fun. Maybe a design class too…graphic design that is. Work with the programs a bit. I mean, I never saw myself as a computer kind of person outside of typing on one but hey, you never know.
One thing is for sure, I need to submit my application to A.I. or I won’t be studying anything any time soon.
I appear within seconds,
And just like that I’m gone.
I leave destruction where ever I go,
Nothing but emptiness and debris in my trail.
In the blink of an eye,
I can uproot your houses
And shatter your worlds.
All with the whirl of my winds.
I’m more dangerous than a hurricane,
And stronger than an earthquake.
My casualties break records,
And my name strikes fear in your hearts.
I’ve always been drawn to photography, ironically more as someone who works with words, a writer. I’ve always found it intriguing to be able to tell a story though a photograph…to skip the words I see, speak and write so often and aim directly for the soul with an image. Photojournalism is a full combination of all the things I love about words and photographs cleverly intertwined.
I officially started studying photography in high school, but never took any college courses. Not because I did not want to, but because my school made it difficult to take them without changing my major and I could not bear to skip my creative writing courses 🙂
I’m still figuring out what kind of photographer I am, so for now I shoot whatever catches my eye. Below I posted a few photos I took during a recent trip to Los Angeles. These photos have also been submitted for my one of MDC’s annual Arts and Literature Magazines. **Fingers Crossed**
(I’d love some feedback)
My Professore di Italiano made a good point in class the other day that left me thinking…He said that the world has become so hi-tech that we, as humans, have forgotten what it feels like to have basic contact with each other. You can see it in restaurants, movie theatres or even walking down the street. We tend to shy away from each other, using the "strangers" line as an excuse to avoid any kind of a connection.
If you stop and think, when was the last time you went to the movies and didn’t leave an empty seat between yourself and the unknown person next to you?
It seems that with every new development or "app" on the web on for our cell phones, the more one-on-one contact we lose with each other. Not only with people we don’t know, but with our loved ones as well. It’s like people have completely forgotten what the world was like before cellphones. How we communicated with each other.The new generation refers to that time or way of life as "living under a rock". Like anything before the early 90’s was a barbaric way of living. The horror! How could be miss a call or worse a text message!?
As we advance more and more technologically, things like newspapers are slowly losing their merits. The more onlines interaction and facility we have, the less hands on seems to matter. People don’t even buy and read books anymore…they download it directly into their iPods. Wow. Is this something we really want? To forget how to interact with each other?