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country'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-5572412264658064976</id><published>2009-02-23T17:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:39:57.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A mysterious riot broke out ...while the King and Lords of Session were sitting in the Tolbooth"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bb82e9494cba5ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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"awk" "ye olde awke times" "awk times" "supreme awkwardness" "awkwardness"),&lt;br /&gt;take a shot.&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol poisoning in the niiiight, exchanging glances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-5572412264658064976?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1bb82e9494cba5ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5572412264658064976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=5572412264658064976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/5572412264658064976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/5572412264658064976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/mysterious-riot-broke-out-while-king.html' title='&quot;A mysterious riot broke out ...while the King and Lords of Session were sitting in the Tolbooth&quot;'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-238736056914133127</id><published>2008-12-05T19:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:21.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Von Trapp-ing (a.k.a. The Goodbye Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm speechless, really, I don't know what to say...the end of the semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Yeah right, when am I ever speechless on my blog?  Not often, often I have too much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this, I guess, is farewell!  What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long?  It's been real?  Au revoir?  Good night and good luck?  All of the above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this blog thing so possibly (though not likely) I will continue while I am in [frickin!] Scotland [!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guarantees though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I've been working on getting my final ready...not much picture taking and nothing I'm particularly keen on soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to distract you from the fact that I have no good photo with a cute baby again, how does that sound?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STnPchQ56lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_dr5L594Pqc/s1600-h/_MG_4160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STnPchQ56lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_dr5L594Pqc/s400/_MG_4160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276476527313807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, look at the baby!  So cute!!!  Be mesmerized by his big baby eyes and his pumpkin-face!  I wish that Tigger kid were in this photo, he makes everything awesome.  Also, I think it should be noted that I rarely rarely rarely worked with people this semester so skintones are not exactly my forte, I have no idea how I did on them but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have another photo I can share just for funsies.  My brothers/neighbor were killing zombies all day the day after Thanksgiving in the dark basement and I thought, 'Hey!  I would love to try out some long exposures with a screen light shining.'  My younger brother does some photography too so he was really good at playing along.  I didn't direct him really but I did a thirty second exposure, he counted out fifteen second intervals and this was the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STnPcfFt0SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/N6JLR4ygxnY/s1600-h/_MG_4328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STnPcfFt0SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/N6JLR4ygxnY/s400/_MG_4328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276476526730006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother's face is doubly exposed since he had his laptop open and then my neighbor is intensely killing zombies...very intensely, I guess, since he did a pretty good job staying still for thirty seconds.  Anyhow, it was just a bit of fun and they were funny to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess this is it, the end, fin, goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, mothas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-238736056914133127?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/238736056914133127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=238736056914133127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/238736056914133127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/238736056914133127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/von-trapp-ing-aka-goodbye-post.html' title='Von Trapp-ing (a.k.a. The Goodbye Post)'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STnPchQ56lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_dr5L594Pqc/s72-c/_MG_4160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-7450374523360046351</id><published>2008-11-28T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:45:34.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm in the habit of updating Fridays so I figure I'll post even though it's break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my little baby cousin's first birthday party last weekend and there were cute little children everywhere, it was a good time.  I generally don't take people photos because I just don't get them but I wanted to practice sooo therefore why not take photos of people that are hyperactive and don't stand still in a low-light environment, amIright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I got some cute photos and they are perfectly fine for like a "First Birthday Memories" Album buuut yeah.  I got one that I really liked which is the one I'll be posting.  Vinny is such a camera ham, he's totally aware of the camera, it's cute.  He doesn't pose, I mean, he's one, but he kinda just smiles...and then tries to touch your camera with his sticky little baby fingers.  It's cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent had a pumpkin cupcake...in that it looked like a pumpkin, not that it was pumpkin flavored.  Babies eating=SO CUTE because they get food everywhere.  There was orange frosting all on Vinny's face (not in this photo, he has a little but it got worse) and then there was this kid in the cutest little orange Tigger outfit.  And I don't know what it is about balloons but kids freakin' love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STBHx9snRmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACBk8lSKp60/s1600-h/_MG_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STBHx9snRmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACBk8lSKp60/s400/_MG_4124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273794087351699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny, how unlike my last couple of posts is this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Vincent is a cutie, that Tigger kid was so cute too, he was having so much fun.  I also loved that all the balloons had strings long enough that if a kid accidently let go, the balloon would end up being just JUST out of reach of about half the kids there so every few minutes, one of the younger kids would drop the balloon, realize they couldn't reach the string and then start crying until an adult or older kid walked by and pulled it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-7450374523360046351?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7450374523360046351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=7450374523360046351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/7450374523360046351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/7450374523360046351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/STBHx9snRmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACBk8lSKp60/s72-c/_MG_4124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-3397791552366316074</id><published>2008-11-21T12:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:26:53.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenging Carcass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time of the week again!  And this time I'm not emo, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really excited about my photos this week so I'm not really sure where to begin.  I was really excited to show them in class too which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;weird because critiques a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ctually make me queasy generally and I try to get in early enough to put my photos up to get it over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.  This week I came in early because I was really excited about my photos and wanted to get reactions as soon as possible, crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyways, Monday was my 21st birthday.  It was nice.  Birthdays aren't generally too exciting for me but since I stayed awake from noon Sunday until 7:30p.m. Monday (I was writing a paper and I procrastinate...then I had photo, then I had the class the paper was d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ue in, then my mom and brother and grandma and grandpa came to see me...no sleep) so I consider Sunday part of my birthday too, if only because part of Sunday was dedicated to making photos and I had so much fun making them that I want to consider that my birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So I went to bed at like 10pm on my 21st birthday, obviously a wild and crazy time with mom, bro, grandma and grandpa :)  I had fun with them though and I'm really glad they came.  Not much you can do on your 21st birthday when it's a Monday night and none of your friends are 21 anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Back on topic, I guess I'll start with my apples, which were part two of my pretty literal interpretation of the Holocaust through fruit.  This time, with apples, this time with perpetrator and victim together.  I had had this idea for awhile and for awhile I had considered having some other fruit (a pear?) overseeing these emaciated apples to be like "Oh, this fruit is persecuting this other fruit for being different."  But then it occurred to me that the Holocaust and other genocides are based on a perceived difference, not that there is an actual difference between perpetrator and victim.  Someone who is Jewish is no dif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ferent than someone who is German, who is French, who is American, who is Turkish, who is Armenian, who is whatever.  It's a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perceived&lt;/span&gt; difference but when it comes down to it we are all humans.  So I had the perpetrator be a fellow apple.  I also thought it was pretty arrogant of me to think I have a right to stereotype one type of fruit as a perpetrator.  Who am I to say a pear is more prone to fruitocide than say a peach or a plum or an orange?  I decided that puttin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;g that on a particular fruit was too much and not really my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScI3wGIHAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/17pGcYUI7EE/s1600-h/_MG_3834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScI3wGIHAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/17pGcYUI7EE/s400/_MG_3834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271191642756881410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScI4YJcHzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z1UsqPixVec/s1600-h/_MG_3856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScI4YJcHzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z1UsqPixVec/s400/_MG_3856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271191653508194098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I rather like the way they turned out in terms of how really emaciated the victims are in comparison to the big fatty and I had a good time messing with saturation to kind of give it more of a downtrodden, sad effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Next up is my true pride.  I had bought a bunch of fruits and decided to massacre them.  I did so in a very orderly fashion, systematically and with actually fairly little mess (comparatively).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScHT864QpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OJ3O_gP25FU/s1600-h/_MG_3934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScHT864QpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OJ3O_gP25FU/s400/_MG_3934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271189928212447890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScHUAiR8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R7sGCWzSSmg/s1600-h/_MG_3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScHUAiR8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R7sGCWzSSmg/s400/_MG_3897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271189929183015202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I shot my photos, many of them in fact, then told my friends Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;th and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Charlotte that they should have some of the fruit because I was done shooting and it wasn't right for me to just waste food.  I put the lens cap back on my camera and started tidying up some of the fairly ordered mess.  And then I thought, I should just snap some shots of us scavenging these carcasses so I shot a few frames of Beth and Charlotte being vultures and when we had completely destroyed the fruit and our tummies had their fill, I was left w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ith a more beautiful destruction than I could have ever hoped for.  The best things come completely unexpectedly, don't they?  We really massacred that fruit.  We were on the floor so table manners were thrown out the window completely.  I had watermelon all over my face and in my hair.  Pomegranate seeds and skin were everywhere, watermelon juices mixed with lemon juices mixed with pomegranate juices mixed with grapefruit juices mixed with lime juices. And by the way, pomegranate and lemon= absolute heaven.  I kind of like to think of it as a mix of all the massacres of the past flowing into one collective history of mankind.  I'm a history major, I can't help but think that way and massacres are not the doing of one nation against one people.  Time and time again it is humanity that disappoints, whether through direct perpetration or through complicity or through overlooking, avoiding, denying.  It's never the problem of one nation or people, it's a problem of humanity.&lt;/span&gt;  Or you can always interpret the destruction however you like, I take to my photos my own preoccupation with massacres so that becomes my interpretation but I like to think you can take them however you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScJM-RMW-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nMI0JAQ05xE/s1600-h/_MG_3969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScJM-RMW-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nMI0JAQ05xE/s400/_MG_3969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271192007338646498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScJNPVEP6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1fso4VhCWLo/s1600-h/_MG_3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScJNPVEP6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1fso4VhCWLo/s400/_MG_3979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271192011918294946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post some of the progression shots of how it turned from ordered chaos to absolute chaos at some point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACEOUTMOTHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, Shaylyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-3397791552366316074?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3397791552366316074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=3397791552366316074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/3397791552366316074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/3397791552366316074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/scavenging-carcass.html' title='Scavenging Carcass'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SScI3wGIHAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/17pGcYUI7EE/s72-c/_MG_3834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-4116254044469800090</id><published>2008-11-14T13:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:26:42.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Awkward and Emo...Sorry :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummm, sooo, okay, awkwardness…let’s dive right into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been playing with this idea in my head, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know where it’s going but I’ve been doing a lot of fruit lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it’s been a fruitful week (geddit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fruitful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like full of fruit literally and also fruitful in what has come out of the week in terms of photos…you get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I can’t tell if it has really, I feel okay about my photos which isn’t necessarily indicative of how they will be received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because when I threw up my peppers I thought they were going to be a disaster and they turned out to be well-recieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, usually my most successful images are those that I think are just ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I’ve had this idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, the thing is that I’m in three Holocaust and Genocide classes (Holocaust: Agency and Action, The Armenian Genocide, Jews in Modern Europe) and my head is just filled to the absolute brim with these concepts and these horrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was really excited about this semester…and nervous, apparently with good reason…I thought I would be engaged but now the classes are seriously taking a toll on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just did not anticipate being so emotionally drained…well, sorry, I did, but it was more of a passing fancy while I secretly believed I’d be able to handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good gracious, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never cried so hard studying for an exam as I did for my last Holocaust test, and I’m sure I’ve shed plenty of stressful tears over tests before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But redoing readings, looking through notes, finding examples to use…I am at wit’s end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I thought about it, and I’m in these three classes and my fourth class is photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I thought, well maybe I can try to use photography as an outlet for all my frustration with the world and my frustration with cruelty and death and horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wasn’t sure how I could do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I figured it out, I couldn’t even properly express it at critique the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AWKWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew I was affected by my classes and I thought I’d be able to explain it without a problem and then Wednesday came around and my photos were up and I just…couldn’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually physically was incapable of explaining my photos…well at least my banana photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had not expected that and I am really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suddenly became really choked up, my entire body was shaking and the words just would not leave my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; taken off-guard by how physically I reacted to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I managed to squeak out “Well, these photos are really for me” and some other gibberish before I had to stop myself to prevent myself from bursting into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they are, completely, totally for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t expect necessarily for these to evoke anything in anyone else and if they do that’s awesome and if not, they were really a personal project and I’m happy with what they accomplished for me on a personal level in terms of my dealing with these overwhelmingly depressing subjects that I deal with 5-7 days a week, depending on how much homework I do over weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know that fruit can in no way represent people, I understand that my representation of victims of genocide through fruit cannot possibly represent the magnitude of the horrors that actual human beings faced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I also realize that just studying genocide can never make me understand genocide nor can my frustration from just studying it even begin to compare to the frustration and pain of those who actually lived it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is incomprehensible to me and, god willing, it will forever remain incomprehensible to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back on track…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fruit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why &lt;i style=""&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; do it through fruit, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fruit is so expressive for me…I don’t know what my thing is with fruit but it just feels right to me and it’s something I feel I can express myself through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope my images don’t offend; my friend seemed to think they might but my intention wasn’t to offend, it was to vent, it was my own cathartic expulsion of these thoughts that haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m sorry this entry is a little more…it’s a lot more depressing than my others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I’ve been taking these classes where there just seems to be no hope and I have all these happy photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing is that there is hope in these classes; I’m just at a point in them where I can’t seem to escape the oppressing thought that this is humanity; this cruel, manipulative, repulsive treatment of others based on a perceived difference is humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that isn’t true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope there is more curiosity, friendship, love, hope, strangeness, goofiness, anything that maybe some of my other photos have captured (or attempted feebly to, they are such strong emotions, after all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, this feels like an ultra-lame downer post…ummm, I’m sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll post a happy one next time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I crushed an orange with my foot and took photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know how I feel about them as photographs, only that they were well worth taking for my own sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The photos I took of the bananas were my real project though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not sure what I was going for at first, only that I came back to this death march through the snow I was just reading about in a memoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How you can just become completely desensitized to your surroundings in these horrific situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, &lt;i style=""&gt;how can you not&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have to witness these horrors every day for years how could you not let yourself become desensitized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would go mad if you didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first photo I was trying to capture this, I’m sure you can only see it with the explanation, and even then maybe it’s something only I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyways, the bananas worked well for this shoot, just because they have that kind of slumped look, exhausted, shoulders sagging kind of look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sagging but still determined to survive, not giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to mention I had this rotten banana that I was able to use to kind of be the body on the side of the road, a fallen companion, yet minimal reaction from those still marching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SR3A_hdqUJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K05dZjz1IgI/s1600-h/bananas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SR3A_hdqUJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K05dZjz1IgI/s400/bananas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579336640417938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My second photo was a much more painful process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We’ve been learning about gas chambers in our most recent Holocaust classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had initially just planned on having the stripped bananas standing in a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bananas don’t like standing in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They don’t like to stand at all, actually, especially after having their peels removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They actually like to turn into piles of mush that get all over your hands and slide down your background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, I ended up getting them to stay still for five seconds and decided that I was actually more intrigued by their peels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I set the discarded pieces of “clothing” up in the foreground, set a low f/stop and allowed the line of bananas to disappear into some unknown in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SR3A_Xh8gAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8UNmiLdRlsk/s1600-h/banana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SR3A_Xh8gAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8UNmiLdRlsk/s400/banana3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579333974032386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well to not be too much of a downer, I was reading a Holocaust memoir recently and found that you can find, even in the most dismal of situations, a fragment of hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if I don’t see it right now, I hope that as the semester draws to an end I can start to see it more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This passage is when the girl is in a camp that is surrounded by an electrified fence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“‘It won’t be long until our turn comes,’ she said matter-of-factly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Maybe it never will,’ I replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘You are silly!’ she exclaimed. ‘Do not tell me that you still hope.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘I do, and you do too!’ I snapped back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘If you did not, why wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There it is.’ I pointed to the charged wire that ringed the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She smiled wanly and walked away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From &lt;i style=""&gt;All But My Life&lt;/i&gt; by Gerda Weissmann Klein, a Holocaust Survivor, page 196.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yaaaaaaaay hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Promise my next blog entry will be less awkward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-4116254044469800090?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4116254044469800090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=4116254044469800090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/4116254044469800090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/4116254044469800090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-awkward-and-emosorry.html' title='I&apos;m Awkward and Emo...Sorry :)'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SR3A_hdqUJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K05dZjz1IgI/s72-c/bananas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-8695317307489714954</id><published>2008-11-07T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:38:33.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarzan and Fruit Massacres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being overtired from preparing a presentation for my class today (that I didn't even present because we ran out of time, lovely), I am also in a smidge-tish of a rush as I don't have a car and therefore need to catch the consortium bus.  Not a huge rush as I'm planning on catching the bus that arrives in an hour but at the same time I have other stuff that needs to get done before I leave for Holy Cross for the day to visit my friend Joey.  In other words, if my blog this week isn't as excruciatingly wonderful as usual (read: shorter! huzzah!) I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling particularly violent this week for whatever reason and have decided to take my aggression out on fruit.  I collected a lot of fruit from the caf this week and have summarily planned their demise.  A centrally planned fruit genocide, if you will.  That's for next week though, for now, some nice, unharmed (if a bit lonely) happy fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8G7z_pzI/AAAAAAAAADI/QQ0gUNkP8dQ/s1600-h/_MG_3523+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8G7z_pzI/AAAAAAAAADI/QQ0gUNkP8dQ/s400/_MG_3523+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265970322879784754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8HIIlD-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/L6MIGqrQffQ/s1600-h/_MG_3536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8HIIlD-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/L6MIGqrQffQ/s400/_MG_3536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265970326187347938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8HZbYr3I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgzYkUbDc5Q/s1600-h/_MG_3569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8HZbYr3I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgzYkUbDc5Q/s400/_MG_3569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265970330829631346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend handed me this apple and said "I thought you might like to photograph this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a doll, in fact, I greatly encourge the handing of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to me if anyone has something they think I'd like to photograph...as long as it don't breathe...scratch that, I don't want any corpses...as long as it don't breathe and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has never&lt;/span&gt; breathed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the photos.  This is the proper order...actually you could make a story out of any order of these photos so use your imagination.  I see it as "Lonely Apple" "Pathetic Apple" and finally "Happy Apple!"   Only friend your own reflection, and then finally, meeting another apple.  It makes me think of Tarzan a little bit, the Disney movie one...he's an outsider and doesn't understand why he's different.  That works, Tarzan the apple.  I really like using mirrors.  I agree with Frank that maybe a seamless background would work better for the mirror photo.  At the same time, I had a lot of fun making these images and I'm happy with them.  I took a lot of photos...a lot...and I actually worked with the same model yesterday (with seamless background) and I've already taken a ton more.  Tarzan will probably be spared in the fruit massacre that is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for today!  Seriously, I got stuff to do, no time to spend an hour writing like I did last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-8695317307489714954?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8695317307489714954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=8695317307489714954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/8695317307489714954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/8695317307489714954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/tarzan-and-fruit-massacres.html' title='Tarzan and Fruit Massacres'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRR8G7z_pzI/AAAAAAAAADI/QQ0gUNkP8dQ/s72-c/_MG_3523+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-7397120847137399270</id><published>2008-10-31T12:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:59:40.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These are...The Days of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blog time!&lt;br /&gt;Halloween blog time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween, it's just so magically delicious&lt;br /&gt;(seriously, this time of year is just so sugary good)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever eat as much candy as I do in the weeks immediately preceding and immediately following Halloween...there is just always candy around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is a magical thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, pre-photo posting, I guess I'm just gonna chatter a bit...feel free to scroll ahead to the actual photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I got up at 7:50 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed Friday at 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a long fucking day...mostly because that is actually almost two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a test Thursday and in my frantic stress-mode (as usual when it comes to tests) I decided I should just stay up until the test...that way there would be no way for me to sleep through the test and I wouldn't be groggy...why bother getting a solid two hours of sleep anyways, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then AFTER the test I figured why not just stay up? I didn't feel THAT tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then stuff piled up, blah blah etc etc somehow I had ended up being awake for a solid 42 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my window in my room is lovely...except at (depending on when the sun rises) between 7-9 a.m. when the sunlight comes pounding through my window directly into my eyeball when I'm sleeping.  Okay okay, so it's helpful because it starts to wake me up, I know...but it doesn't make me any less resentful of it in my sleepy/groggy/grumpy state in the morning...not a morning person...seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I was already awake at 8 on Thursday morning...awake and chipper...I finally got to see the light in a way that wasn't intensely irritating and oh my fricken Jesus was it gorgeous!  I was flipping out about how nice the light was by myself for about twenty minutes...possibly in part due to the fact that I had been awake for twenty-four hours at that point...but seriously, FLIPPING OUT.  I think when I'm over-exhausted I get into a very "Oh my god!  Life is so beautiful!  Look at all the wonders of the world!" states which is very very strange for me because I'd say I'm generally a fairly cynical, bitter, sarcastic person with very little appreciation for the world...for fuck's sake, I'm taking three courses this semester about mass murder and persecution of peoples based on their religious/"racial" affiliations...I'm not generally in a very "love the world" kind of state, I'm usually in a "people are awful, I hate everyone" state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relates to photography, I swear.  Point being, I really hope I can convince my lazy ass to wake up early one day this weekend and take some pictures in this light.  I managed to distract myself from studying by deciding I "simply had to" take some pictures in the light.  I even thought all the papers/books strewn across my bed were suddenly very beautiful when minutes before I had been resenting them pretty strongly.  I'd like to actually have something I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planned&lt;/span&gt; to photograph ready to be shot in that light, rather than whatever I happened to find enchanting in my half-crazed, semi-delusional, cracked-out-on-lack-of-sleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA, off topic, back to my photo for this week.  This one I did not take yesterday morning.  I decided to revisit the pear...I had done another pear photo a couple of weeks ago and I wanted to try it again because the original wasn't particularly satisfying.  I suppose you could say I was feeling a little soap opera-y with my pear, the poor dear...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the Pear Turns&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SQs-F4njKHI/AAAAAAAAADA/TUHmUeQMovM/s1600-h/_MG_3432+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SQs-F4njKHI/AAAAAAAAADA/TUHmUeQMovM/s400/_MG_3432+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263368860331092082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Pear-l is returning home early from her business trip to Peru.  Hoping to surprise her husband, Mirror-angelo, she doesn't call him ahead of time to let him know she's coming home.  She walks into the house, expecting him to be at his desk, reflecting on life like he often does...only to find him with another woman in his arms!  That young twig from next door with the perfect smooth skin and long flowy hair! Dun dun duuuuun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think you get the idea...really you can make up whatever story you like with it.  I took a lot of photos, trying to figure out what I wanted...and as with everything in life I actually had no idea what I wanted...(directionless, headless mannequin that I am ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this photo, I like the dramatic light, the dramatic shadow of the mirror on the left side of the photo dominating over the pear, the dramatic sweep of the curtains in the background (Annie pointed that out to me while I was working on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In working with pears I was trying to play off this "pear-shaped" idea.  As usual, I picked up an object one day and said "Hey! I want to shoot this...what's my concept?"  I do that too much, maybe I should try concept first...object later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, everytime I see a celebrity magazine or article or photo or whatever, I just can't believe how fuckng prevalent all these "way skinnier than can possibly be healthy" women are.  And they're everywhere!  I already mentioned this but I'm taking three out of my four classes in the Holocaust and Genocide study stream...if you've never seen photos from the Armenian Genocide, look them up.  It's absoultely incredible and totally sickening.  I see these photos all the time in my classes and I get a much stronger feeling of resemblance between models/actors/actresses/etc and the victims in these photos than I do between models/actors/actresses and the people I see walking down the street everyday.  So I brought the celery into it...sorry, total rant...I just feel like this vanity and obsession with the image of being "the celery" instead of "the pear" is really a problem...not that the pear shouldn't eat right and exercise, you know, but there's a range...obesity isn't good either but, guess what?  There is a totally healthy middle ground!  A love handle, "thunder thigh"-filled middle ground that is perfectly beautiful.  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this sound far stupider than I intended to...I hate pretentiousness and now I feel like I'm being pretentious...lame!  I'm not trying to be, promise, I'm just soap-boxing because it's election season and everyone is soap-boxing, it's in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, next time I post we're going to have a new president elected, that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I've done it again, posted far more than I intended to...I'm really sorry guys, I hope you skim this sucker because I would keep writing until my hands fell off if I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(like you believe me)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Treatise on the Defense of My Friend, the Lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my lamp photo somewhere on this blog and I love my lamp friend.  At midterm critique Frank said he knows I love the lamp but that, when posted up on the wall with my other photos it just didn't seem as vibrant and my other photos seemed to have this deeper quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I completely understand that, Frank, I really do.  Honestly, even when I was working on lampy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; next to really bright, colorful peppers or mannequins I was thinking that the color just was not what the photo was about at all.  I had thought of making it a black and white actually (I'm not sure, looking back now, why I decided against it).  But anyways, yeah, definitely up with those other ones it seemed to pale a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, and this is definitely not true for everyone, the feeling I get from the photo is a lot more striking than the feeling I get from say the pepper photos.  I love love love my peppers, I'm a proud mama, but for whatever reason I just feel this real connection to my lamp.  And I thought about it alot, because I wanted to understand what I was getting out of it that maybe other people weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion I came to was that I am truly madly deeply a very shy/awkward/introverted person.  And I think that is the feeling I connect with that photo.  That anxious/excited/butterflies in your stomach feeling of interacting with someone you don't know is something I feel a lot.  My freshmen year I didn't have a single friend all of first semester because that feeling overwhelmed me and I was just too damn scared to actually approach anyone and say "Hey!  Let's be friends!"  I have friends now but it took me time to finally suck it up and make the approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, that is what I relate to the lamp.  And it struck me that there are a lot of people in the world who maybe don't know that feeling very well.  I am constantly amazed at how easily some people can meet new people and just talk to a total stranger.  There are a lot of people who are really outgoing and totally confident in meeting new people. I think that the lamp photo may not resonate really strongly with people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm completely off with this, but I think that is why I really love the lamp.  Maybe other people, even outgoing people, like it for other reasons, maybe introverts don't like it at all but that was my conclusion for my own love of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm DONE!  Sorry sorry sorry for the super long entry!  Frank, I expect you to read every single word of it!  I want a three page summary of it on Monday morning, double-spaced, twelve point font, one inch margins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!  I hope you all have a great one!  Don't get too crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-7397120847137399270?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7397120847137399270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=7397120847137399270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/7397120847137399270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/7397120847137399270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-arethe-days-of-our-lives.html' title='These are...The Days of Our Lives'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SQs-F4njKHI/AAAAAAAAADA/TUHmUeQMovM/s72-c/_MG_3432+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-371134735080454960</id><published>2008-10-24T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:33:00.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, here it goes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e gads, I feel all this blog-pressure...I'll try not to disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother likes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; (so do I, I wrote my high school English research paper on it, good stuff).  It's a sick book...and Lewis Carrol was a sick man (double meaning, oooh! Seriously though, he was a pedophile...that isn't something to joke about) but anyhow...this relates to my photo this week, I swear (not the pedophile part...unless you somehow interpret it that way?  I mean, to each his own).  This was the photo I was talking about in my last post (I said "I have other images that I want to work on more before I post them so maybe I'll post again after I work a bit on the other ones")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I've worked on them!  And decided on only one!  Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home over Columbus Day weekend...as in long weekend...October...(I'm sure you know this, I'm not being factitious, I just want to make a distinction very clear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family rarely uses our dining room and we're not really ones for putting stuff away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ere go, our dining room table has been set for Easter since Easter...and now it's October (see?  made the connection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That led me to this lovely scene...the salt and pepper shakers so woefully left to their own devices.  They seemed okay, I think they preferred it out there to being shoved away into some cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SQIN2UEzGlI/AAAAAAAAACw/FeFN_uMJobY/s1600-h/_MG_3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SQIN2UEzGlI/AAAAAAAAACw/FeFN_uMJobY/s400/_MG_3276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260782541475093074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-afternoon light streaming in through the window, not the easiest light to work with but I like the effect it gives, the shadows created especially the play of light on the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of what I really like about this photo is that there is so so so much white in it and yet it comes off as really colorful to me.  Those little accent colors really do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone is familiar with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; and if not, look it up.  One of my favorite parts is the whole shrinking/growing Alice.  I feel like that feeling is captured here, it is for me with the figures being dwarfed by the glasses and the candle around them.  That hadn't been my sole intention in shooting this but I like that that came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenan and Kel&lt;/span&gt; on Nickelodeon?  Because at the end of every show Kenan would have some hair-brained scheme and he would list a bunch of seemingly unrelated objects, call Kel some strange name and then Kel would say "Awww, here it goes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;"Kel, grab a clown, a flagpole, and a submarine, and meet me in my room! Come on, Buffalo Bottoms!  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point being, sometimes I feel like Kenan with the stuff I photograph (which is ironic since Kenan used to stress me out hardcore with his ideas because I knew they would never work).  But that celery, vaccumm and hairdryer aren't going to photograph themselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-371134735080454960?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/371134735080454960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=371134735080454960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/371134735080454960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/371134735080454960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/aw-here-it-goes.html' title='Aw, here it goes!'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SQIN2UEzGlI/AAAAAAAAACw/FeFN_uMJobY/s72-c/_MG_3276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-2253677785233178031</id><published>2008-10-17T20:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:47:57.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shits and Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Okay, I'm not sure we're even supposed to be doing a blog this week but fine, you know what? I'll admit it, I have nothing better to do on a Friday night than update my blog. There you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say this week because I feel very disinterested in life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple images, I'm not sure how I feel about them. I have other images that I want to work on more before I post them so maybe I'll post again after I work a bit on the other ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, let me think, I have stuff to say. I very much like kind of lonely objects (surprised?) and this particular object struck me as pretty lonely. If I recall correctly, she lived in the attic for most of my childhood. That's pretty lonely. She now lives in the laundry room, certainly a step up but how exciting can life in a laundry room be? I mean, I hate just being in the laundry room for a few minutes to throw my clothes in the wash, it's b.o.r.i.n.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided she had secret ambitions to see the real world, but she's trapped...see for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258953874209903074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SPuOr3pyEeI/AAAAAAAAACo/Joj5IQEfKJg/s400/_MG_3161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258953872041648178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SPuOrvk1IDI/AAAAAAAAACg/9qrukssQyow/s400/_MG_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SPkqsIhzQHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fvo1IJAvyNI/s1600-h/_MG_3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My mother made the very strange suggestion that I dress her up and give her a pumpkin head. What a weirdo, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out which I like better, I keep going back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;I like that the second photo has her cut off ( I know, cutting off=BAD, bad Shaylyn!)&lt;br /&gt;But I also feel like the mannequin is cut off from the world...cut off...geddit?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the lighting too. It was a little too intense at first but I waited a couple hours and the sun had gone behind some trees which helped (in addition to ample burning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I didn't think I liked these at first. I do though, I've decided officially.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that the shadows aren't completely dark, I think it looks better than my apple...which I didn't post, did I? Guess you won't know what I'm talking about then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-2253677785233178031?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2253677785233178031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=2253677785233178031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/2253677785233178031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/2253677785233178031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/shits-and-giggles.html' title='Shits and Giggles'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SPuOr3pyEeI/AAAAAAAAACo/Joj5IQEfKJg/s72-c/_MG_3161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-6820215525445680109</id><published>2008-10-10T14:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:01:24.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Oh Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Week 4!&lt;br /&gt;First things first, a very very happy birthday to Mr. P'tchertaker aka Frank&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is filled with ooey gooey wonderful photo-related awesomeness...&lt;br /&gt;and tequila, you like tequila, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the photos!&lt;br /&gt;I should forewarn, I'm on two hours of sleep, a three hour genocide class and an hour long car ride&lt;br /&gt;Grumpiness may ensue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photo-related injuries this week and my room seems to have made it through relatively unscathed.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; burn my hand on the frickin heat lamp in the caf though so now I'm flying high on rug burn, curling iron burn and heating lamp burn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having heat issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my ridiculous inanimate object photographs&lt;br /&gt;(and a real live person photo too!  Just to shake things up a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first.  I was shooting something, god knows what&lt;br /&gt;I had my lovely little old creepy lamp out on the floor, focused intently on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;And the poor dear caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Always the light source, never the subject of my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby sat there, doing his job as usual, curiously regarding the subjects&lt;br /&gt;Not a single complaint, not one.&lt;br /&gt;My shy little lamp just sat there quietly,&lt;br /&gt;just watching,&lt;br /&gt;waiting,&lt;br /&gt;hoping maybe one of the models might approach him and make friends after the shoot&lt;br /&gt;He just wants a friend&lt;br /&gt;Poor lonely fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overly sympathetic towards inanimate objects, truly I am&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad throwing out this toy horse I never used when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;I pictured it sitting in a trash heap all alone with a single tear running down his cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that horse is still in my attic&lt;br /&gt;Is this just me making excuses for my pack-rat tendencies? &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on point,&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for my lamp&lt;br /&gt;So I allowed him the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;He peered curiously over at the telephone for some time for me, barely daring to inch closer&lt;br /&gt;and I snapped away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SO-i6_jjY7I/AAAAAAAAACI/M96HAMdeYts/s1600-h/_MG_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SO-i6_jjY7I/AAAAAAAAACI/M96HAMdeYts/s400/_MG_3144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255598424541324210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made him a friend&lt;br /&gt;I hope I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like you can feel the personality of the lamp, I hope you can, that's all I want...&lt;br /&gt;Just for people to feel the same tug at their heartstrings that I do with inanimate objects&lt;br /&gt;If you've never watched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brave Little Toaster&lt;/span&gt; do so immediately&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned it last post but...&lt;br /&gt;It will change your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a little more vibrant picture&lt;br /&gt;( color-wise I mean, I do like the subdued nature of the lamp photo but I like color)&lt;br /&gt;This was my fall photo.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Beth was kind enough to pose for me, her coat was just too fall-y for me not to use her for my fall photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desaturated the photo a bit and cropped some of the right side down since critique&lt;br /&gt;It was a little too saturated, I thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;Now it might be too desaturated, I can't tell&lt;br /&gt;A little less bench is helping I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked what someone (Anna maybe?) said about liking the empty bench space making her seem more lonely&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not crazy about fall&lt;br /&gt;Fall makes me feel kinda bleh&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't want a crazy, having fun playing in leaves kind of fall photo.&lt;br /&gt;I think the big, lonely, dull bench&lt;br /&gt;and the model's expression and body language accurately express my feelings about fall&lt;br /&gt;Contemplative, lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Dead leaves gathered on the ground around her&lt;br /&gt;Fall is lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SO-e-xzZxbI/AAAAAAAAABw/On6EuXNPJTY/s1600-h/beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SO-e-xzZxbI/AAAAAAAAABw/On6EuXNPJTY/s400/beth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255594091522672050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-6820215525445680109?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6820215525445680109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=6820215525445680109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/6820215525445680109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/6820215525445680109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-burn.html' title='Oh Burn'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SO-i6_jjY7I/AAAAAAAAACI/M96HAMdeYts/s72-c/_MG_3144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-4280343494480069580</id><published>2008-10-03T13:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:39:07.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 and October is upon us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been concentrating on still-life this week and it's been an interesting experience.  In the process I've managed to get severe rug burn (that still has not healed and looks like it's gonna stick around for a bit) and completely trash my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my pepper project took an ugly turn, basically, but in the end worked out well and I'm gonna go ahead and say that while I wasn't thrilled by the project at first, I like how it has turned out...and can only hope against hope that I can continue to like what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough nonsense, on with the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SOZTbtEcTYI/AAAAAAAAABY/VXf4sItX6Ls/s1600-h/_MG_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SOZTbtEcTYI/AAAAAAAAABY/VXf4sItX6Ls/s400/_MG_2611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252977750794063234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SOZTlEi47kI/AAAAAAAAABg/qO0egcVxnRo/s1600-h/_MG_2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SOZTlEi47kI/AAAAAAAAABg/qO0egcVxnRo/s400/_MG_2615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252977911714606658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not entirely sure how this happened...but I am evidently a clandestine pepper worshiper...which is weird because I don't even like peppers...not big ones, at least (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; always been a fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr.Pepper&lt;/span&gt;...I wonder...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, apparently deep down inside I worship the pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of photos during this shoot.  A lot.  Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; a lot.  I don't know how long I was shooting but when I came out of my photo trance my room was trashed and I had taken five million pepper photos (glory be to the almighty Pepper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started just with the peppers.  And I was not feeling it...at all.  There was something missing.  On a whim I grabbed my desktop mirror and threw it onto the set.  And then (one hour later...) I came too and everything in my room had been rearranged (by my frantic hands trying to move the table into the right light or against the right background or what not) and I had a whole bunch of photos glorifying peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend looked through them, she kind of scoffed and I asked her what was funny.  In a number of photos I had balanced the peppers on top of the mirror and shot from below it and she said "It looks like you've put the peppers up on a pedestal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my photos of the week.  Honestly, I don't know when these peppers became so vain but throw a mirror in front of one and snap some photos and they suddenly think they're the shit.  Granted, they are pretty hot stuff (geddit?? peppers...hot stuff?) but that is besides the point.  I think the mirror was a good choice.   I liked these two photos in particular.  Peppers have really great colors to work with, especially nice fresh peppers and these peppers were beautiful models to work with.  Their inner beauty really shone through their malformed bodies...I mean, the peppers I bought were pretty deformed but these babies were still photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the photos for their colors, the shine on the peppers and the absolute ridiculousness of the mirror, whose focus rests solely on these peppers.  I like in the top one the way the mirror is tilted down on them, almost like it's alive and watching them, like they've captured the mirror's attention.  The second one I liked because it really isolated one of the peppers and I'm a big fan of shooting things up close and personal...which is one reason I suspect I have trouble shooting people, I'm timid and don't like invading people's personal spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I like giving inanimate objects a loooot of credit and personality...*see week one post* but I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brave Little Toaster &lt;/span&gt;really struck a chord with me when I was a child and therefore all inanimate things, to me at least, have some life behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I've gone way overboard in my writings.  I get carried away (mostly because I don't talk much in person, I'm awkward like that, I'm sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-4280343494480069580?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4280343494480069580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=4280343494480069580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/4280343494480069580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/4280343494480069580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-3-and-october-is-upon-us-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SOZTbtEcTYI/AAAAAAAAABY/VXf4sItX6Ls/s72-c/_MG_2611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-8770159739092987</id><published>2008-09-26T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:25:23.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peppercorns and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;Yo everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Week two of Photo blogging is upon us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ehh what to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been a frustrating week. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like my photo for this week but I’m not feeling very photo-y this past week so god only knows what next week will bring…probably not anything very good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s just all the outside frustrations invading the photo aspect of my life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bad photographer!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just gotta start separating myself from the ‘real world’ while I’m photographing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The dryer in my house is broken. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As it is the only dryer I can’t dry my clothes…it’s been like this for awhile and now I have a huge pile of laundry that needs to be done and no way to do it…unless I trek through the rain to the laundromat which would be pretty counter productive because by the time I bring my clean, dry clothes back they’re going to be wet from the rain. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Off topic, I know, but at the same time, this is the main source of my frustration at the moment and I apologize if that frustration starts leaking into my post…okay so it already has&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So, my photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SN0MCYLqwpI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzRTTyQkyus/s1600-h/_MG_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SN0MCYLqwpI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzRTTyQkyus/s400/_MG_2267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250365975574528658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I liked this photo a lot, it was taken kind of on a whim, unlike some of the other photos I did for this week which were “I’m going to go out and take photos of this particular thing/event/person”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I liked the play of the colors of the fabric in the back against the peppercorns. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Frank said he wishes there were less empty space but I’m going to stick to my guns here and say I like the empty space. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me the photo isn’t solely about the peppercorns, it’s the interplay. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had the opportunity to crop the photo and I decided against it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like space a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It may seem inconsequential or trivial to the photograph but I like that aspect of what is beyond this other feature of the photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, I think I’ve started rambling. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Point being, I like the empty space and I like the colors of this particular photograph. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a fairly long exposure as it was taken in a dim restaurant and long exposures make me a little nervous honestly but I think it worked out well and I was pleased with the result.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-8770159739092987?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8770159739092987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=8770159739092987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/8770159739092987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/8770159739092987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/peppercorns-and-rain.html' title='Peppercorns and Rain'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SN0MCYLqwpI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzRTTyQkyus/s72-c/_MG_2267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-2966877594236613152</id><published>2008-09-18T14:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:58:30.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Photo Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, the moment you've all been waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on pins and needles, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Without further ado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My first weekly photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/shaylynclaire/SNKkFiiUvTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TM8kUILiVss/s640/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247436930917121330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SNKkFiiUvTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8Pi1pkvRHM/s400/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Taken September 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Holland, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, now to explain the photo and why I chose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was at my Aunt's house and she has this absolutely gorgeous garden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; seriously, gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My aunt also has a lot of creepy antique things all over her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It really is a cute style and fits her really well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but when I was a kid that shit freaked me out, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She had all these dolls lining the stairs and a lot of creepy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puppety&lt;/span&gt; things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe my memory is getting a little imaginative but I &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt; she had really freaky stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So when I was in the garden taking photographs of flowers (as I have a tendency to do, flowers are awesome),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I turn around and find myself looking down on these little freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I'm sure these guys were adorable at some point in their lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but being exposed to the elements will take it's toll on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Poor babies, bleached out by the sun and washed out by the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When my friend's first reaction to seeing this photo was exactly the same as mine was when I finally took a good look at it ("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whooooooa&lt;/span&gt;, that is so creepy"),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I knew I wanted to use it for my first blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think old, neglected things are kind of fun to photograph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not that these babes were neglected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; they just kind of got worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like seeing nature's affect on man-made things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I also liked that I've walked in that garden at least a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and never ever noticed them before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Something can be right in front of you and you just don't process it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(that's why I like taking photographs, you start noticing the interesting things/people/places around you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, I might have gotten carried away talking about the photo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not even about the photo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.more about what the photo made me think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In terms of the photo, I liked this one best of the photos I did for my contact sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love the green grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like their placement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and I love their freaky little faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even though this was one of the few shots I took of them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like it better than the photos of the subjects I took a lot of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Funny how that works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-2966877594236613152?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2966877594236613152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=2966877594236613152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/2966877594236613152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/2966877594236613152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-photo-excitement.html' title='First Photo Excitement'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SNKkFiiUvTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8Pi1pkvRHM/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858495234156455240.post-8582602259186055757</id><published>2008-09-16T17:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:49:01.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Welcome Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uhhh this is my blog for Intro to Digital Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;taught by the incredible Frank Armstrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;((bonus points for sucking up?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here I will be posting some of my work and explaining it and etc.etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sure you'll get the idea after I legitimately start posting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not that this isn't a legitimate post, just that it's more of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Welcome to my Blog!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;than an actual entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll post again soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(with actual photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Look forward to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bye, thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858495234156455240-8582602259186055757?l=shaylynclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8582602259186055757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858495234156455240&amp;postID=8582602259186055757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/8582602259186055757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858495234156455240/posts/default/8582602259186055757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynclaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-welcome-party.html' title='Blog Welcome Party'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140255218115624210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9L3_MZadHPs/SRkN7THwLyI/AAAAAAAAADk/VGPTNjbqk8c/S220/armgenprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
