Monthly Archives: June 2011

Padre’s day

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For my daddy

In light of the fact that tomorrow is Father’s Day or Padre’s Day in my case, I figured I should probably write something for my good ole dad. I doubt he will read it since he is not much into the Internet, and I don’t think he even knows I have a blog. But I want to write one for him anyways.

My dad is one of the most important people in my life. Perhaps, you think I am being cliche in saying that. However, not everyone is close to his or her dad and has a good relationship with him. God blessed me with the dad I have, and I am glad I’m his daughter.

In my eyes, my dad is a very unique individual. And after being with him my entire life, he inadvertently passed down some of his quirks.

Top 5 things my dad gave me

1)  Since my dad subs at my high school, some of my friends and other students have gotten to know him. One of the first things they identify him with is his laugh. My dad laughs like no other. There is no one else in my life that I know laughs louder than him, and it can project across an entire room. I am told I laugh exactly like him. Well, maybe not all the time. However if I think something is really funny, I am told I sound exactly like him.

2) My dad should have been a history teacher. Sometimes, I think he missed out when he chose not be, but nonetheless, he is a history maniac. The History Channel and the Military Channel our a must watch at our house.  He knows so much, and I am not sure how he remembers it all. I guess so he is so into history that he even named one of our old cats Hitlerette. I am not sure if passions for certain things can really be passed down. I doubt its genetic. However, I am a history freak, too. I think it’s neat, and it has always been my best subject in school.

3) For my entire life, people have always told me that I act like my momma and look like my dad. I am not sure that is always the case, but I truly do resemble my dad in more ways than one. While my mom is very tall, my dad is quite short.  Guess what I am? Short. My dad also has a little round face that makes him look years younger than he really is. I got that gene, too, as I have my own little round face that makes me look younger than I am. And before my dad’s hair changed colors, his hair was extremely dark almost to the color of black as is mine.

4) I remember when I was little that my dad used to pop a in a record into the record player and listen to music a lot of nights before he would go to bed. I would sit on the couch while he sat and his chair and just listened. Since they were records, all his music was of course what is considered now classic rock. He always listened to The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band, etc. He and my mom both influenced my music taste, and now even I love these bands too. I credit him partially for giving me my love for classic rock.

5) Reading is something I’ve watched my dad do my entire life. He always had a book in hand. I am not talking the wimpy 150 page books either. I am talking 400-1,000 page books. He’s always loved to read. There are books everywhere in my house. My living room, my parents room, the office, my room, the kitchen, etc. Reading is a past time in my household. I am not sure which one of my parents encouraged me to read most when I was younger. However, I am sure my dad definitely influenced my love for reading and for words.

It was a dark and stormy night

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I am extremely terrified of storms. So, weather like I just experienced for the past four hours definitely unsettles me. However, I decided I didn’t want to be afraid of storms anymore.

So, I stood out in the storm with my Canon Rebel hoping it would help if I tried to use the storm to my benefit. I mean what if I could get a cool lightning picture?

Out there in the middle of the road I found a spot where there not many trees to block my view of sky. Oddly enough, both my pets followed and sat down in the grass. I stood and stood, and my arms trembled as I held my camera.

I bet you think I am stupid. I mean who doesn’t have the sense to go inside when volts of light are flashing from above. An hour later, though, I finally decided to trudge in.

Nothing really changed. I am still afraid of storms.  I stood outside cringing for about an hour, yet I learned something: lightening is the hardest object to photograph.

You never know when lightning might strike, and it’s by no means predictable. It’s not like storms are on a timer and a flash of lightning is going to appear in front my lens every thirty seconds.

No.  I had to wait…wait…and wait some more before finally I got one or two decent shots.  After that I definitely scurried back inside. It was dumb enough to stand out there in storm. I don’t think I need to prolong my chances of getting struck by lightning any longer.

Yet, standing outside for what seemed like an eternity ended up going with what my youth minister spoke about tonight.  His message was about staying on God’s path.

While I was trying to photograph lightning, I kept both eyes open. I know that sounds extremely strange since photographers generally keep one eye closed as the squint into the lens. Though doing that helped me out, it distracted me.

For a few minutes the sky would be quiet. Nothing would happen. So, I would get distracted and start fiddling with aperture settings or erasing pictures that didn’t work.  Then bam.  All the lightning would flash around me, and I would miss it because here again, I was distracted.

Sometimes, I feel so ADHD. God’s probably trying to tell me things all the time, yet I am distracted with all the stuff happening around me that I wonder off the path. I wonder how often I miss what God’s trying to tell me just like I would miss the lightning happening before my eyes.

But when I finally stopped getting distracted long enough to get a pictures and prayed, (yes, I did pray for this. After all, He is the one orchestrating the storm.) I finally ended up with a picture of lightning.

And the Roonies came back to town

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Welcome to Bonnaroo. Population...130,000

  As a fourth year “roonie,” I actually experienced Bonnaroo for the first time this past year. I didn’t hide in a tent to sell items and beg for tips. No, this time I went, listened, and watched.

            I can sum up the Bonnaroo Music Festival into two words: an adventure. Since I am usually just a vendor, I don’t see everything much less hear everything.  This year, however, was a different story. I saw more of people than I ever intended and learned more than I ever wanted.

My experience this year did start out with me working except it was in a different capacity. The Sunday before Bonnaroo started, the director of missions from our region of churches came and spoke. He mentioned the fact that there was a ministry tent. I thought it would be a great opportunity to serve others especially in that atmosphere, so off I went headfirst not really knowing what to expect.

Our tent gave out a variety of free stuff, and for the most part everyone was very grateful for the free water and lemonade. In ninety degree weather, anyone would be. The majority of the people who came in congregated and sat down to cool off with the fans. And while they sat, they had the opportunity to look at all the tracks and New Testament Bibles and talk to us. I watched some even take them. I wonder if some of those people will ever read what’s inside them.

Other than my ministry opportunities, I got what I felt like was a huge photography assignment. I received media bands and the assignment from local paper to photograph different people and bands at the festival. It was an interesting assignment to say the least.

Graffiti man

I saw a whole bunch of things. Some of which I had no desire to photograph. Some of the things were cool though. On the first day, I watched two guys graffiti the wall outside of Centeroo. One of them was spelling out something with his own creative flair while the other was making a Pokemon collage. It was definitely different.

The best photography experiences I had were when I went to photograph the bands. It was so neat, and I am blessed that I got the opportunity to do this at all. Some of the media pits felt more like a mosh pit. But as one of my CBS/Sony buds told me, this was not going to be a delicate job. I found it not to be a delicate job at 5’3’’. But I always tried to make the best of my situation and do the best I could despite the fact that I am vertically challenged.

However, Bonnaroo was not all work and no play. I got listen to some great musicians on my Bonnaroo journey. I listened to Warren Haynes, Florence + the Machine, Mumford & Sons, and Buffalo Springfield.

I actually stood in line with a couple of friends for almost four hours to get in the pit for Buffalo Springfield. They hadn’t toured since the 60’s so it was totally worth it. I even met a blind guy that lived right outside of Boston, Mass., who came to hear them. As I said, Bonnaroo is full of interesting individuals.

Buffalo Springfield--Richie Furay

After my first real experience, I would like to think I will go back. It depends on who is playing and if I get another assignment.  Bonnaroo is sort of like another world entirely.  However, it is good to sometimes to get a taste of something different. Life is an adventure after all.