Aug 31 2010

THIRTY SEVEN: It all came crashing down.

I am blogging from the past.  Very talented, I know.  I can even make it look like it’s August 31st.  If you have been reading, you may have picked up on how busy I have been in the last month.  Recreational time has been minimal.  As things wound down, and it was getting closer to September (where I knew I’d have more time to relax) all I wanted to do was read Calvin & Hobbes.  I grew up reading it.  Every Sunday in the newspaper, my brother and I would scramble to grab the Sunday Funnies (with Calvin and Hobbes on the main front page).  Every Christmas I would inevitably receive a Calvin and Hobbes book (which would be finished by boxing day).  A few Christmas’s ago Dave bought me the entire collection of Calvin & Hobbes.  Three HUGE books, all in order of when they were written (10 years worth).  It is, by far, one of my most favourite Christmas gifts ever.
Anyway…getting on…
My schedule has finally slowed down.  And after being so busy during the hot summer months, I was pretty happy to see the rain.  And the weather was RAINY.  It poured all day while I was at work, and all I could think about was getting home, putting on my fuzzy slippers, wrapping up in a blanket and reading.  Dave had some comfort food all ready for dinner when I came home at 6:30 (pizza buns…mmm…)  We were going to watch “Wrath of Khan” after we ate, but I said I wanted to read first.  Just for a little bit.
But by about 7:30 I was asleep.  With my fuzzy slippers, and Calvin and Hobbes laying on my lap.


Aug 30 2010

thirty six: Finding Frogs.

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Today I did a photo session in a park in Aldergrove.  We were shooting near a pond, when someone noticed this frog, camouflaged quite well in the water.  Can you see him? :)

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Aug 29 2010

day 35: I’m going to rant a little.

Every now and then when I was younger, I would curse my artistic abilities.  It’s not that I didn’t like being artistic.  It’s just that I always thought that you could never really have a real job that was artistic.  I imagined myself flipping burgers during the day and selling paintings on a street corner by night.  I imagined myself like Gene Kelly in “American in Paris”.  A starving artist.  Someone who only really had art to fall back on.
While in high school my plans of a future career were scattered, at best. But I’m pretty sure I gave up on “real” university when I heard a counsellor give a lecture on the prerequisites you needed to get a “real” degree. “You must have a language.  You must have a a billion science credits.  You must be a brilliant mathematician.” I looked over my grade 10 reports.  Math & Science grades were less than brilliant (and when I say “less than” I really mean, *less than*).  I already had no chance of getting into normal Math for grade 11.  I would have had to suddenly grow a fond appreciation of the periodic table of elements to have the desire to put myself through two more years of the sciences she said I needed for “real” university.   And a language? Por que? No.  I had that arts.  English, Choir, Drama, Visual Arts…if it meant creating, I did it.

There is a point to this story.  I promise.

Fast forward a few years.  I have become a “professional” artist.  And I love it with every fibre of my being.  It has taken a number of years to get used to the fact that being an artist isn’t always stable.  I understand that now.  When I go through lulls with hired work, I have about a hundred side projects that I am working on to keep me busy and sane (some may make me money, most will not).

Here’s where I struggle:
Photography is pretty popular right now.  I see, time and time again people “toying with the idea of starting a photography business on the side”(or have already started their “side” photography business).  I also see that many of those people have promising careers in the business or academic world.  I don’t understand why one would go through school to be say, a nurse…and then decide that since one has a DSLR, a photography business is the next logical step. My heart broke a few weeks ago when a very talented photographer friend said she was thinking of quitting because there’s too much competition. She has worked hard to become a photographer. (Yes, I am ranting.  Bear with me.) I’ve worked hard to become a photographer.  I learnt film photography (all manual),  for 3 years trying to get all the ins and outs of photography.  Later I bought myself a digital SLR and took pictures of everyone and everything for two years before attempting a business.  And when I started I did only free work.  A photography business is not as simple as just owning a nice camera.  It’s having an eye for people and places and small little details and everything in between.  If you want to have a business, (and I’m not trying to stop you, just trying to caution) seriously think about it.  Only do free work for a year.  Read every online forum about every weird technique (zoom blur! tilt shift!) and learn them all.  Fill your brain with Ansel Adams and Annie Leibovitz.  Be willing to crawl on your belly, or climb onto someones roof for the perfect shot.  And when you’ve hauled your camera equipment through mosquito infested jungles all for the sake of getting a sweet shot, or laid on the ground in the middle of a country western wedding reception dance (with cowboy boots inches from your head) and you still love doing it for free…then start your business.

Tomorrow I am dropping off the DVD’s of a wedding I did a few weeks ago.  I am so excited to give them to the couple.  I love the response when the client sees their proofs for the first time.  I love being given the responsibility of capturing peoples special moments.  
I hate to hear stories of couples who entrusted their special moments to a friend of a friend who does photography “on the side” and ended up with a load of unusable out of focus boring half-hearted photos.  
So there you have it.  Being an artist (in this case, a photographer) is hard work.  It’s not a side job that you can just take a few hours from your weekend and that’s it.  Leave the art to the artists.  (Or else I might just start practicing brain surgery on the side).

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Aug 28 2010

Thirty Four! Two! Two! Two Weddings in one!

I don’t normally mix my work images with my personal blog, but…that is all I did today.  This weekend was a hectic one, with two weddings back to back (Friday & Saturday).  In British terms, I’m bloody knackered.  Today’s wedding was a country themed wedding, and all the flowers were sunflowers.  It was really sweet….and….can you tell my brain is off?  La-di-di…time to go watch Top Gear and fall asleep to the sounds of Jeremy Clarkson saying “POWER.”


Aug 27 2010

thirty-three thunderbolts.

So. The weather.
Today I am shooting a wedding.  It is an outdoor wedding.  I leave in about an hour to meet the bride, and guess what the sky looks like outside?
“It was a dark and stormy….er…wedding day?”
Moments after I took this photo I heard the rumblings of thunder.  I sure hope it’s passed in an hour.  I’ve never shot a wedding in a thunderstorm.