tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59123500808390111642024-03-12T21:38:13.305-07:00Monica's Musings and Misadventures and MORE!Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-54376346482178132082021-01-24T11:41:00.002-08:002021-01-24T11:41:45.684-08:00Project 52: Shots 34 - 35<h2>
A Fear of Yours (July 30, 2016)</h2>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPAoEPIkrJmuhIyz_H8BrIgsK8csQFc5Y8K_qumBifGjdhRfhPwc86kwYkKe0lxtQ8HY8N_ixTGf7CeYBAzOaveO1CUG5p7lCQxfeqi04U118ROL-DwEWFY2Tz9Titt9HqfyDX0SndZY/s1600/34+A+Fear+of+Yours.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPAoEPIkrJmuhIyz_H8BrIgsK8csQFc5Y8K_qumBifGjdhRfhPwc86kwYkKe0lxtQ8HY8N_ixTGf7CeYBAzOaveO1CUG5p7lCQxfeqi04U118ROL-DwEWFY2Tz9Titt9HqfyDX0SndZY/s320/34+A+Fear+of+Yours.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Growing up near Mt. Baldy has made it part of the backdrop of my life. On a handful of occasions when I've been particularly stressed out, I would get in my car and start driving up with the windows down as a way to clear my mind and gain perspective. And when my boyfriend at the time bought a groupon for the ski lifts, I figured it would be nice to actually go up to Mt. Baldy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I actually saw the ski lifts, I realized that I would have the chance to get my fear shot. I knew that my desire to get the shot was going to have to outweigh my fear though. I wouldn't say that I'm afraid of heights. I would say that <i>I am not a fan</i> of heights and even less so when I'm on a ski lift that was built in the '50s and upgraded in the '70s. To get the shot, I had to get my camera out of my backpack without dropping anything. Somehow I did it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking back now, it probably helped distract me from how rickety the whole set-up seemed, how high off the ground I was, and what could have happened if I fell. I've seen a horror movie involving ski lifts since then and what I didn't know when I took this shot is that the fall probably wouldn't have killed me. It would have just seriously injured me. I'm not sure knowing that would have made me feel better though. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>
<h2>Growth (July 30, 2016)</h2>
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<br /></div><div>Once we actually got to the top of Mr. Baldy, there was really nothing to do except eat and hike. I like doing one of those things. Luckily, while doing the other thing, I saw an opportunity for my growth shot.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's hard to tell, but that tree on the bottom left is growing out of a rock. Now, I know that it's not growing out of the rock itself. I'm sure that there's a patch of soil somewhere between the mountain and rock crag and <i>that's</i> where the tree is rooted. That just makes it even more amazing though! While I know that plants are "alive," this was one of the first times that I have ever been impressed with their persistence. (Keep in mind that ever since I watched <i>The Happening</i> I have been known to give some of them the occasional side eye as well.) </div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could have taken a better picture of this, but it probably would have required some climbing and maneuvering which I was not prepared to do. I had already conquered one fear in riding the ski lifts and I was not about to attempt another. </div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-45835683659965370632021-01-24T11:37:00.004-08:002021-01-24T11:37:40.185-08:00Project 52: Shot 33<h2>
A Loved One's Greatest Feature (July 23, 2016)</h2>
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<br /></div><div>This is now the second time that I have shown Randy cooking on this blog. (Prior to this, he had been the subject of <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/search/label/significant%20other">Shot 15</a>.) This shot however focuses on one of my favorite feature of his though: his hands. </div><div><br /></div><div>These hands are two years older than mine and have done so much for his family. I wrote this post about four years after taking the photo and edited it six months later. On top of everything he has done prior to even meeting and marrying me, there has been so much else since then.</div><div><br /></div><div>These hands have held my hands at our weddings. (Both of them). They have transformed our house from an old lady cottage into a ranch house that is more reflective of our shared style and interests. Every week they maintain our front and back yards. In addition to that, these hands have turned our backyard into a place where our boys can go outside and play and develop. These hands roll out the trashcans every week and bring them back in. These hands are adept at making breakfast burritos during the week and much more elaborate breakfasts on weekends. </div><div><br /></div><div>Over the course of my pregnancy, his hands held mine during ultrasounds and, then eventually, while I gave birth to our baby. In the time since then, his hands have held our our son and changed diapers. Over time, his hands have helped me feed the baby as he started solids and as I weaned. Most recently, his hands have held our son's as he learns to walk with confidence.</div><div><br /></div><div>My husband's love language is Acts of Service and his hands are the best representation of that love.</div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-2908657261171474602021-01-18T17:45:00.010-08:002021-01-20T22:45:04.213-08:00Thoughts and Shots: November 12, 2017<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnxX4rIU3Jo4XrCeu3sPpp5GAHS858C1Ye-SpSJZaO-l5S_VVqTi_kcVk5LEi4CYdnOdSePrvXgJdhhcs5TOQwZSVmMKXfp70rVpQ9H2JYdBWs2uv1hudNCa7ZSYBumS3lfwy0J4agXI/s1000/Me+Too-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnxX4rIU3Jo4XrCeu3sPpp5GAHS858C1Ye-SpSJZaO-l5S_VVqTi_kcVk5LEi4CYdnOdSePrvXgJdhhcs5TOQwZSVmMKXfp70rVpQ9H2JYdBWs2uv1hudNCa7ZSYBumS3lfwy0J4agXI/w213-h320/Me+Too-5.jpg" width="213" /></a><br /></p><p>It has been over 3 years since I marched in the Hollywood Me Too Survivors March. I vividly remember staying up late the night before Googling how to take photos at a protest/march and fueled by a mix of excitement and energy as the night wore on. A lot has happened since then and this past summer I stumbled across the photos in Lightroom. I didn't have time to edit them at that particular moment but I distinctly remember feeling a rush of emotions as I scrolled through them. On the day of the march itself, I recall my emotions being just below the surface and focusing on taking photos was a welcome distraction. Viewing everything through my viewfinder allowed me to minimize my own emotions in the same way that the images and scenes before me were reduced in size and seemingly taken from a safe distance despite my proximity to them. My camera helped me keep my emotions at bay that day but as I viewed the shots 3 years later, there was no escaping the emotional waves that came rolling in. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXDTfiVYPL3BKzgm0dfBpOfKTppbtFI4GhCteGD8bfrsLEgruA3vbHKeEIFSYBfcPlfjaTNWR1HhpbXbckiolcxXGx1TzCfE31ZSsBnwlb451cnmIXyr3LaKqd8kTCuzudPtXtAWQNj0/s1000/Me+Too-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXDTfiVYPL3BKzgm0dfBpOfKTppbtFI4GhCteGD8bfrsLEgruA3vbHKeEIFSYBfcPlfjaTNWR1HhpbXbckiolcxXGx1TzCfE31ZSsBnwlb451cnmIXyr3LaKqd8kTCuzudPtXtAWQNj0/w320-h213/Me+Too-4.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /></p><p>Once I finally had the chance to sit down and edit my photos, I was able to revisit and process some of my emotions. As I navigated them, I did my best to stay focused on using the workflow of rating, editing, picking, etc. that I have slowly been developing over time. I have watched enough Lightroom tutorials to now have a basic understanding of what it can do but it is only as I work on the final revisions of this post that I realize I should have started with that before I even rated my first photo. If you don't start with that understanding, knowing what all the sliders and buttons can do seems pointless. As I reflect on this editing session, a desire to convey the energy and emotions of that day seems to be what was driving me subconsciously. I believe it was right there below the surface in the same way that my emotions were that day in November. My edits for these photos were mainly using Auto Tone and cropping them. Was it that I didn't know what else to do with them? Or was that enough to enhance them while preserving their emotional rawness? Maybe it was a little of both, but the next time I edit photos, I <i>will </i>be more intentional as I think about my desired visual outcomes <i>before </i>selecting any photos. </p><p>The sky was gray that day and so I didn't have my usual measurement of knowing whether or not my shots were on track in terms of exposure. To be honest, there were very few shots that even showed the sky. The shot below is one of the few that did and I wonder how different it would have been with a blue sky in the left corner behind the palm trees. Nevertheless, I like this shot for a number of reasons: the message on the sign, the distinctly So Cal palm trees amid the buildings, and the variety of directions people are facing. I think that last part especially speaks to our perspectives and our attention spans and the constant barrage of messages that surrounds us. I was curious to see how the shot would look in black and white. I think I like it better without color for two reasons: 1) it looks more timeless (that's part of the effect of black and white, I know) and 2) I think it brings the focus to the sign and the message which really is what I like the most about the shot to begin with.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiElfZqLxNoTPecR3aRt4VIumEAyw1WQWUR_OAexm-6TG_eHdRc88WYDzRSNk4RpGTAkHt4uSXaFrFfry3CpoLcylUyzPIIoLDa7teD9TB5jfcpJ5o6WXdbI3ZqL10Kgyw9dpktfzYnU/s1000/Me+Too-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiElfZqLxNoTPecR3aRt4VIumEAyw1WQWUR_OAexm-6TG_eHdRc88WYDzRSNk4RpGTAkHt4uSXaFrFfry3CpoLcylUyzPIIoLDa7teD9TB5jfcpJ5o6WXdbI3ZqL10Kgyw9dpktfzYnU/w133-h200/Me+Too-2.jpg" width="133" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCdG64G5wRRvhTJbsGezkELGRFCNq4nzSEGjQlX42_LDNeopVpiD5uqWv4p0TWsgrVC1fveXCbmlFZBdedVMhrRwKdMauke7A8LZJEW7Xl4Ux-Sf5xTVNG0o5yGjsEpoMO2V5qETQT9A/s1000/Me+Too-9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCdG64G5wRRvhTJbsGezkELGRFCNq4nzSEGjQlX42_LDNeopVpiD5uqWv4p0TWsgrVC1fveXCbmlFZBdedVMhrRwKdMauke7A8LZJEW7Xl4Ux-Sf5xTVNG0o5yGjsEpoMO2V5qETQT9A/w133-h200/Me+Too-9.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I developed the photos below in black and white for similar reasons. I debated cropping the pedestrian sign but then I would have lost the women in the bottom left. Looking back now, it's hard to see them so maybe black and white wasn't the best option for this one. In the other shot, the young lady's sign was on cardboard so it lost some of its pop when I made it black and white. I was hoping that doing so would bring the focus on her. I'm not entirely convinced that black and white was the right call for this one either but at least now I have some things to consider the next time I'm in the Develop module with my mouse hovering over black and white. <div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNiwZG3K7kSlsuxXybEdNjGOwPFRA3QeunnBqwzwdePzne2wq7iPLp9dNmqcdejC7Bnemhs0rLCUfY6wwRl4KjmQezWd2U8UyvI8NEW-x9wVKI9M054r5GZsgcJJFYqz1qhy7Eaxm4ajo/s1000/Me+Too-8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNiwZG3K7kSlsuxXybEdNjGOwPFRA3QeunnBqwzwdePzne2wq7iPLp9dNmqcdejC7Bnemhs0rLCUfY6wwRl4KjmQezWd2U8UyvI8NEW-x9wVKI9M054r5GZsgcJJFYqz1qhy7Eaxm4ajo/w133-h200/Me+Too-8.jpg" width="133" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jYw_V5gYzeZP2iQ1CKD6FPHRBaEGucuwpmguhV8WckN90cwmgaLUFA6XeFUt7uBDSSLSeTU59UmDl4CkV9S7nYfjtzUPtbDNRea02sn9BkitxPtpKJTxLUyjnDRgg9HTe7bYg8OxtOE/s1000/Me+Too-10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jYw_V5gYzeZP2iQ1CKD6FPHRBaEGucuwpmguhV8WckN90cwmgaLUFA6XeFUt7uBDSSLSeTU59UmDl4CkV9S7nYfjtzUPtbDNRea02sn9BkitxPtpKJTxLUyjnDRgg9HTe7bYg8OxtOE/w133-h200/Me+Too-10.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div>I have also learned you can rename your exports based on the folder you move them into and I did that for the 7 photos I exported initially. I say "initially" because I forgot that I had meant to turn some into black and white. As a result of this, I ended up having to make sure that I started my second set of exports at the right number or else I'm pretty sure I would have overwritten some of my previous images. Again, something I need to consider (and write down!) at the start of my next editing session.</div><div><br />As I took photos, I didn't really have time to read all the signs closely. Especially this one:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcqpLYefr9hMvGEfaWr2mRNSXjul1Ob6nlo1jBV3SdK5jr6euWI-eGw8mVjeqx99OJ8_FcdJD7jDdQcmAXbzTQw34IaQq8ARXAearB8fKLLP-nlvkxQhZYfwEcoIYFfRNLtIClDwnHZI/s1000/Me+Too-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcqpLYefr9hMvGEfaWr2mRNSXjul1Ob6nlo1jBV3SdK5jr6euWI-eGw8mVjeqx99OJ8_FcdJD7jDdQcmAXbzTQw34IaQq8ARXAearB8fKLLP-nlvkxQhZYfwEcoIYFfRNLtIClDwnHZI/s320/Me+Too-1.jpg" /></a></div>I don't know what compelled me to take this shot. Based on its position in my Filmstrip and the people in the background, I must have taken it before we started marching. It was only when I sat down to edit my photos that I finally read the entire sign. I was saddened to see that a show I loved in my youth had been an unwelcoming environment for a fellow Latina. After Googling Vanessa Marquez, I learned that she was also Ana (the nerdy girl) in <i>Stand and Deliver</i>, and I was heartbroken to find out what happened to her. I don't know who this woman is, but stoic and strong, she stood for Vanessa that day. Knowing what I know about the protocol for being "awarded" a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, I doubt Vanessa will ever have one, but on the morning of November 12th, 2017, part of her story was told nonetheless.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I mentioned before, I hid behind my camera that day. I wasn't prepared to fully confront my own feelings and things moved so quickly that there was really no time to notice all the emotions of that morning. The camera caught them though. It was only when I was editing that I noticed this photo:<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3EZQ1LIE3Am2SfesOfDUPwP9g1i6MX44Lf6KTdLzYTIvr1k3NEHu_QREibNYCsaOhkt6zNoAxwKsIQnZCn4yZv6rU-AVJNx6BVOSfkSgI6eRvp4efE_btpg9G3MObfCBXYE-ctVhewa8/s1000/Me+Too-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3EZQ1LIE3Am2SfesOfDUPwP9g1i6MX44Lf6KTdLzYTIvr1k3NEHu_QREibNYCsaOhkt6zNoAxwKsIQnZCn4yZv6rU-AVJNx6BVOSfkSgI6eRvp4efE_btpg9G3MObfCBXYE-ctVhewa8/s320/Me+Too-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I don't know who this woman is or what exactly led up to this, but I caught this moment of deep emotions. A part of me feels badly for having captured something so intimate and personal--especially when I was intentionally keeping myself from engaging emotionally. I remember some of the chants from that day and there was one in particular that I remember desperately wanting to say, but fear held me back. Voicing those words would have resulted with me being emotionally swept away and I was scared to lose it on a street in Hollywood. </div><div><br /></div><div>I see now that my camera was both a life preserver and an anchor that day. </div><div><br /></div><div>The photo below was almost the mother from <i>Titanic</i>. I don't really remember any of the other speakers from that day and she was probably the most high profile celebrity to speak. As I went through my shots, I discovered that I had some of Tarana Burke, the founder of the Me Too movement, and I knew that I needed to share one of those instead. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4sjwZSAcEEALAdNm36wWy0UE4P-zY0LTEEsL0RbM9KxOqt6aEvzecbimIlNGBv3Mn-WQJU5ljBJZ_zmLE8Xa3mOxM_sqST9NeX8w03IdQps3rc042nduzwfj-FNOjpeAUKeKxWXiRak/s1000/Me+Too-11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4sjwZSAcEEALAdNm36wWy0UE4P-zY0LTEEsL0RbM9KxOqt6aEvzecbimIlNGBv3Mn-WQJU5ljBJZ_zmLE8Xa3mOxM_sqST9NeX8w03IdQps3rc042nduzwfj-FNOjpeAUKeKxWXiRak/w400-h266/Me+Too-11.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The setup of all my shots was essentially the same, but I ultimately liked this one the best for a number of reasons. I have seen other photos from that day where the backdrop fills the space behind her, but I like mine better because it shows the true odds of what we're up against. Our voices that day were competing with (and maybe even drowned out by) all the signs and symbols of Hollywood and the movie/media industry. No matter what we said that morning, money spoke--and continues to speak--louder. I like to think my shot captures this. The true background is an iconic movie marquee, a reminder of how fake much of what we see on screens is. I also like how prominent the woman in the foreground is. She serves as a visual warning: young women are watching. Back then, it felt like no one was listening, but I have to hope and believe that things are changing. After all, three years later, I'm now a boy mom who is about to watch the first female vice-president be inaugurated. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do I think I have any iconic photos? Nope. Was I hoping that I would take one? Absolutely. I would be lying if I tried to deny that I wanted to walk away with one shot that encapsulated everything--from the energy to the emotion--from that day. Looking back now, maybe that was never possible. I hope that, at the very least, I've captured and conveyed a small sense of what it was like to be there in November of 2017. I've grown and changed immensely since that day, and I'm truly glad that so much time elapsed between the time that I shot and edited the photos. I firmly believe that 2021 Monica was able to edit and appreciate the shots in a way that 2017 Monica would not have been able to do. Please know that the photos I included here are just a small representation of the different signs, messages, and, ultimately, stories that were present that day. 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Speed (July 20, 2016)</h2>
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<div><br /></div><div>As I started to write this post, over four years after I took the shot, I didn't remember why I was at Union Station with my camera in July of 2016. I had to search Los Angeles in my Google Photos in the hopes that I had taken some photos with my phone that would help me remember. Sure enough, Randy and I had gone there to watch <i>The Grand Budapest Hotel </i>on top of the Montalban Theater. </div><div><br /></div><div>Based on some <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2015/08/thoughts-and-shots-august-15-2015.html" target="_blank">long exposure shots I took about a year before</a>, I knew that when I shot speed for this challenge, I wanted to do it with a long exposure. This shot may be more <i>motion</i> than speed, but if you've ever been to Union Station, you know that most people there are driven to catch something--some more so than others. If I could go back in time, I would have composed my shot better in order to have the vanishing point be in the actual center. Or I would have paid more attention to that in the editing and cropped it better. At any rate, it just feels good to be working on this project again . . .</div><div><br /></div><h2>A Favorite Element of Your City (July 20, 2016)</h2>
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A Goodbye (July 12, 2016)</h2>
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If you read this <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/03/project-52-shot-9.html" target="_blank">blog post from February</a>, you know that I put Moochie down earlier this year. He was cremated and his ashes were scattered in Point Loma. So when we were in the San Diego area earlier this summer, I wanted to go take some photos of his final resting place and try to get some closure. </div>
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I actually began to get a little upset at the idea of Moochie--the cat who was fascinated with water until my ex-husband and I tried to give him a bath--being there. It wasn't until we drove a little higher up and climbed two hills that I was finally able to get my shot and find the peace I was looking for. </div>
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What I like about this shot is that you can see the water, but not the waves. I also love the hill and trees. This shot is a little more like what Randy showed me the day we put Moochie down when I asked him what Point Loma was like. Seeing those photos made me feel better about having Moochie's ashes scattered there and taking this shot made me feel the same way.</div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-90052780955985299272017-01-10T02:10:00.001-08:002017-01-10T02:10:07.204-08:00Project 52: Shots 27 and 28<h2>
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Earlier this summer, the boyfriend and I got in the car and headed for Mt. Baldy. I figured it would be the perfect place to take this set of shots, but I wasn't pleased with any of my landscapes until we pulled off the road and walked (read: slid) down into what I imagine used to be a river or a creek. What I love about the initial "landscape" is that you can see the light at the end of the tunnel created by trees. Once I added the person, the story becomes one of emerging into the light. </div>
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When I was a little girl, I had--what I believe--was an impressive collection of the Lego Castle system. The bricks were gray and black in--what I imagine--was an attempt to make them look realistic. I LOVED spending an afternoon going through the entire process of building one or more sets. Looking back now, it is possible that I exhibited some OCD<i>ish</i> tendencies early on: I would never build a castle until I had first sorted all the bricks. The joy of following the directions to ultimately build the structure was second to the elation I felt after successfully sorting all the bricks into nice, neat, little piles.</div>
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In addition to my Castle Lego collection, I also had a giant blue case that had a random assortment of bricks and people. Basically, I kept all my non-castle Lego sets in there. It was just a hodge-podge mess of green base plates and red, yellow, green, blue, and white bricks. And flowers. (Those Lego flowers really added a little <i>je ne sais quoi</i> to my creations.) </div>
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Initially, I was outraged. Decades of gender-coding have resulted in this <i>Frozen</i> Lego set. Does <i>everything </i>have to be gender-coded? If kids won't play with something because of its color, then there is something wrong with that. And yes, I interpret that as an indicator that we are failing as a society. </div>
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Maybe I'm guilty of it too. For a while I was maintaining two gym bags: A pink one that had my pink and purple gym clothes and a blue one that had my black and blue gym clothes. Each one had Nike tennis shoes that would match everything in the respective bag. In my defense, I never thought of them as my girl and boy bags though. It was just always convenient to work out of one bag each week while washing the clothes in the other. The different-colored bags to match the clothes . . . well, there is a saying that goes "Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world." I say give that girl a matching bag!</div>
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That Lego catalog sat on my dining room table for a while and I just kept thinking about it every time I saw it. The more I thought about it though, the more I began to soften and see it differently. I love pink and purple. I didn't as a little girl, but if the woman I am today were a little girl, she would love to have so many colors to choose from in her giant Lego brick. Yes, kids today get to store their Lego bricks in awesome, giant, Lego-shaped boxes. They are so lucky--not just because of their cute, clever storage options, but because they have more colors to choose from when building. As a classroom teacher, I always wanted my kids to have as many options as possible when it came to building their futures. Sadly, I know there is no correlation between the number of Lego color options available and future success. I know that many kids with big dreams today will grow up and still face limited options as they enter adulthood tomorrow. I also know this is especially true for some girls and that breaks my heart.</div>
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Today I applaud Lego for what they are doing. "Girls" is now a category on the Lego <a href="http://shop.lego.com/en-US/Girls-ByCategory" target="_blank">website</a>. Maybe some cynics out there will see it as a way to increase sales. If pink and purple bricks thrown into the mix, get more girls playing with Lego sets and <i>building</i>, then I'm for it. Why shouldn't a girl have to build her <a href="http://shop.lego.com/en-US/Play-House-10505;jsessionid=B90D242875FA7BC0E6C04BC34DD6C751.lego-ps9?fromListing=listing" target="_blank">dream house</a> before she plays house? Why should she have to rely on someone (notice I didn't say "man") to give it to her? If building a <a href="http://shop.lego.com/en-US/Heartlake-Hair-Salon-41093?fromListing=listing" target="_blank">hair salon</a> inspires a girl to want to run her own business someday, I'm for it. And the <a href="http://shop.lego.com/en-US/White-House-21006?fromListing=listing" target="_blank">White House</a> comes up under the Girls category too. </div>
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A Sad Moment You Want to Remember (June 29, 2016)</h2>
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My grandmother passed away on December 31st, 2015. Those of you who know me well know the role she played in my life and the impact she had on it. We buried her at the beginning of the year and when I started this project, I knew right away that I wanted this shot to somehow be about Mami Tere. I also knew it would probably be my most difficult one--not technically, but emotionally. I haven't been back to her grave since the day we buried her, but I knew I would have to go if I wanted this shot.<br />
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I wanted this picture to match the emotion of the moment we buried her, and in my head, I imagined using flowers to create something beautiful and artistic. I chose a small bouquet of roses because Mami Tere would take me to offer flowers to the Virgin Mary when I was a little girl. Unfortunately, one of the first things I noticed when I got to the cemetery is that it didn't look the way I remembered it: the dreariness of that cloudy, winter morning had been replaced by the brightness of a sunny, summer afternoon. As a result, my photos were too bright and too green. My memories of that day are dark and gray so I knew this was going to require some work in Lightroom. My cousin, Alan, had passed along some tips--and I tried them--but I <i>still </i>wasn't getting the effect I wanted. What I <i>wanted </i>was a black and white shot with only the flowers in color. So I Googled it and after watching two videos, this is what I was able to come up with. </div>
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I'm happy with this shot. I feel the black and white captures the sadness of the original moment, and the color represents the love and positive memories that are left behind when someone passes. (Patrick Swayze's words from <i>Ghost </i>in this <a href="https://youtu.be/kM8Plf-V1lc?t=3m10s" target="_blank">scene</a> have always brought me comfort regarding that.) There is a good chance I will look back at this shot six months from now and shudder at how bad it is based on my future knowledge and skills, but as I look back at my photos so far, I think it's a good first: my first time knowing <i>how </i>I wanted a shot to ultimately look and being able to achieve that as opposed to just clicking various presets until I find one that makes me say "I <i>think</i> that looks good. I'll do that."</div>
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You may or may not have noticed the number of this shot: 26. I'm halfway done with my challenge!<br />
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And in case you're wondering where I got the flowers . . . I went to the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/urbnflorist/" target="_blank">Urban Florist</a> on Mountain, and I wouldn't include a link if I wasn't happy with their service. =)</div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-9053076325703095312016-06-29T13:55:00.001-07:002016-06-29T14:10:53.890-07:00Thoughts and Shots: June 28, 2016Yesterday, I went to the La Brea Tar Pits and despite the fact that I took my camera, I only took 11 shots. I am <i>still </i>really self-conscious about taking out my camera and shooting. I think I need to grow a pair of balls the size of this Columbian mammoth:<br />
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I love this shot. It was the first one I took and I consider it my best one of the day. I like the shape of the tusks and how I managed to shoot through them. It's what I was attempting to do in my <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/03/project-52-shot-13.html" target="_blank">Shoot Through Something</a> shot for my Project 52.</div>
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There are two things I remember about my previous trip to the Tar Pits during elementary school: 1) how hard it would be to pull myself out of tar and 2) these mammoths outside:<br />
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My original shot of this iconic scene felt too trite initially. I tried to make my own statement with the editing by cropping out the male. I learned that males wouldn't even spend time with the herd except when mating. That really resonated with me so I decided to have the focal points be the female trapped in the tar and her baby. Take a closer look at her baby. (Click on the photo to make it bigger. Go ahead. I'll wait.) Look at that anguish as he (or she!) calls out. Now look at the male again. Look at how the imminent danger doesn't really seem to register with him. That's why I cropped most of his ass out.</div>
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The day was hazy so I wasn't able to capture as much blue sky as I would have liked in this shot:<br />
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Now, I know you're not supposed to have your subjects centered because it makes your picture less interesting, BUT I'm pretty sure you're allowed to break that rule occasionally. Plus when I was editing, I found a crop overlay that was a more narrow version of the rule of thirds. The trees lined up fairly perfectly so I think it works. </div>
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I feel like I'm <i>starting </i>to get a little better at editing in Lightroom. One of the things I'm having a hard time with though is making more than one version of a photo. For example, take my first shot in this post: I edited it, exported it, and shared it on Facebook. Then I decided I wanted it in black and white for my staircase photo display. You can't really make "copies" of photos in Lr (or maybe you can and I just don't know how) so I ended up looking at the history of my edits and going back to before I applied the filter. I then applied a black and white filter and exported it again. Is this the right way to do this? I don't know. Should I stop worrying about the "right way" to do things? Probably.</div>
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I guess it helps to think of my photos in Lightroom as drafts, perpetual rough drafts that are only final when I export them. And even then, they can always be reworked and exported again. I guess it's like writing. When I think of it <i>that</i> way, it starts to make sense.</div>
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[<b>Update:</b> I just learned how to make a photo black and white in Lightroom without any filters. I don't know if doing that first would have had any kind of an impact on the mammoth shot or my <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/06/project-52-shots-24-25.html" target="_blank">Dynamic Black and White</a> shot though. Oh well. The more I learn, the less I know, right?] </div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-80373987151235452322016-06-29T13:23:00.002-07:002016-06-29T14:10:00.253-07:00Project 52: Shots 24-25<h2>
Details (June 25, 2016)</h2>
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My boyfriend and I recently took his son to the Santa Monica pier. We had tickets to see <i>Finding Dory</i> at the El Capitán later that evening, but riding the Expo Line to Santa Monica was a game time decision. Apparently, we were <i>not</i> the only ones who had that idea on this day.<br />
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I took this shot from one end of the pier and I'm pleased with how it came out. I used the golden spiral crop overlay when I was editing it which I don't get to use very often so I was excited. I realize there is a lot going on, but I think that's the point.<br />
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I have been trying to get this shot for a while now. I don't know why it's been so hard. Maybe because it required me to imagine the shot in black and white while taking it in color. Or maybe because it's supposed to be dynamic, but I tend to think of photos as static moments that are frozen in time. Looking back now, maybe dynamic and static aren't mutually exclusive when it comes to photography. </div>
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Seeing the waves crashing along the posts of the pier and the white spray against the darkness of the area underneath made me think this would translate well into black and white. I had some shots without the people and rides but I used this one because I felt they added context to the shot and made it more dynamic. Plus when I was editing it, I used an overlay that had a bunch of triangles and both the waves on the bottom left and rides on the top right lined up where they were supposed to according to the guide.<br />
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This is one of the <i>first </i>shots where my finished product is relatively close to what I was imagining in my head before even taking it. </div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-31321169139068300572016-06-29T10:33:00.002-07:002016-06-29T14:06:28.679-07:00Project 52: Shot 23<h2>
A Treasure (June 12, 2016)</h2>
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This photo was taken in the desert. People who don't know my girlfriends and me very well think "we're going to the desert" means we're going camping in the middle of a desolate, barren wasteland. Nope. To us, a desert trip means relaxation, food, and shopping.<br />
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These trips always begin with charcuterie upon arrival. The treasure in this shot is not the collection of cheese and processed meats you see before you. It is my friendships with the women who consume the aforementioned cheese and meats. The women who let me drive and keep me laughing the whole time. The women who let me indulge my need to eat every three hours. The women who know every store along Highway 111. I have known these women for over a decade now and I plan on keeping them around when I retire. I'm thankful that this photo project allowed me to capture them in this way.</div>
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Yes. We <i>love </i>cheese and processed meats. </div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-69649952442523604962016-06-29T10:27:00.001-07:002016-06-29T14:05:18.623-07:00Project 52: Shots 21-22<h2>
A Tradition (June 2, 2016)</h2>
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Randy and I seem to have started a tradition of finding places to watch sports while traveling. It started last summer when we discovered <a href="http://www.torito.com/" target="_blank">El Torito</a> in Puerto Vallarta (no relation to the corporate Mexican restaurant here) and watched UFC 189 and the Home Run Derby there. The cruise we took this summer continued that tradition when we discovered a bar above our dining room. We were able to watch Game 1 of this year's NBA's Finals and have a few post-dinner drinks since we had chosen the early (read: old people) dinner time. </div>
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Depending on who scored, different sides of the bar would cheer. I don't know if the staff had organized the seating that way on purpose or if the fans had looked for and found their own kind. At any rate, it made for a nice memory of our first night on the cruise. </div>
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I feel I should mention that I felt über-hipster (read: dorky) arranging and taking pictures of our drinks. I'm still working on my I'm-being-artistic-so-don't-bother-me-right-now attitude.</div>
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Frame Your Subject (June 3, 2016)</h2>
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Did you read my <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/03/project-52-shot-13.html" target="_blank">Shoot Through Something</a> post? Do you remember how I wanted to create an unusual and artistic shot? I feel like this shot is a little closer to that. That must mean I'm getting better! </div>
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This shot was taken at a restaurant in Ensenada near the Bufadora. Randy and I decided that hiring a taxi would be our best way there. It ended up being about the same price as the ship's excursion but at least we weren't crowded on a bus. Instead, we had someone to talk to and answer our questions. Correction: <i>I</i> had someone to talk to and answer <i>my</i> questions. (I would have asked questions at our muster drill the night before, but <i>someone </i>didn't let me.) Allegedly, this wasn't the Michelada we were looking for, but the food was good and the view was great. I used my words and we were allowed to sit at the top level of the restaurant which allowed me to get this shot.</div>
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If you read between the lines of my <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/03/project-52-shot-14.html" target="_blank">True Happiness</a> post, you learned that my relationship with Mexico is a little more complex now than it used to be. It felt a little weird to be in Mexico on this particular day. Maybe it was because the entire Bufadora area seems to be a tourist trap. Or maybe it was the brief amount of time we were there. In addition to that, I couldn't get my cell phone to work so I couldn't send my cousins in Aguas a quick message or photo on What'sApp. I felt disconnected and it really didn't feel like Mexico propa' to me.</div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-2387259650083508752016-06-29T10:08:00.003-07:002016-06-29T14:05:06.470-07:00Project 52: Shot 20<h2>
The Everyday (May 17, 2016)</h2>
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<a href="https://www.waze.com/" target="_blank">Waze</a> usually sends me home along a different route each day, but on most days, it sends me north on Euclid Avenue. I love those days. Now I'm no civil engineer, but I believe Euclid could be described as a tree-lined, split street with a green belt. I love progress and civilization, but every once in a while, it's nice to drive on a street that doesn't have any strip malls on it. </div>
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During the last week of school, I drove home one day with my moon roof open, and I just happened to glance up while I was stopped at a light. I realized that the view straight up was just as beautiful, but I had <i>never even seen it</i>. I pulled my camera out of my purse, did my best to meter at the next red light and then just took some shots. Straight up.</div>
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It probably wasn't the safest thing to do, but I love blue skies with a few clouds! I'm glad I have this shot, and I've already uploaded it to be the background of my <a href="https://trello.com/tour" target="_blank">Trello</a> board to kick off the upcoming school year.</div>
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Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-69875102927229454712016-05-15T16:40:00.001-07:002016-06-29T14:11:11.224-07:00Thoughts and Shots: May 12, 2016Google Keep reminds me every week that I'm working on a <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/01/project-52-intro.html" target="_blank">Project 52</a>. My heavy purse reminds me that at any moment I can pull out my camera and be a shot closer to being a better photographer. That said, it's hard to pull it out and take shots for a number of reasons. If nothing else, this challenge may help me care a little less about what others think, and that's a step in the right direction for me.<br />
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This past week I went to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/acerogami/?rf=225005360933099" target="_blank">Acerogami</a> in Downtown Pomona for an <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Insecurealex/" target="_blank">Insecure Alex</a> show. Another set of musicians that I really like, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Jook-the-First-272404849495774/" target="_blank">Jook</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/mcprototype/" target="_blank">Pro</a>, were going to open up for them and I figured it would be a good opportunity to just take some shots. I decided to commit to nothing but my ID, debit card, phone, lip gloss, and camera. More importantly, I decided not to worry about what people might think of me as I weaved in and out of them taking pictures. I ended up with nearly 150 shots and a chance to practice some editing.<br />
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Unfortunately, everything I know how to do in Lightroom has either come from watching someone do a quick editing demo at a workshop or googling "how do I _____ in lightroom?" I know the basics of composition and exposure. I also know there are LOTS of things you can do in Lightroom. The problem is I don't know <i>what </i>all those things are or <i>why </i>I would want to do them. So I started by adjusting my photos using the overlay tool and cropping them to be 5 x 7.<br />
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The venue was dark and the stage light colors were constantly changing. I think I ended up with a lot of shots that were underexposed because every time I would hit Auto Tone, the exposure would be increased. At first I found myself wanting to do that for every shot, but the more I worked, the more I noticed they lost some of their "effect." I don't even know what that effect was, mind you, I just knew that it was important to fight the urge to simply hit Auto Tone. I tried to manually adjust the exposure myself on some shots, but I noticed that the photos ended up grainier when I did that. The more I worked, the more I decided that the darkness and shadows worked. The following 2 shots were the only ones I didn't edit beyond cropping:<br />
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That said, I do think either Auto Tone or my own adjustments improved <i>some </i>shots:<br />
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I also played around with making some shots black and white--not because I knew what I was doing, but simply because I thought they looked cool:<br />
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As I look back at the photos (these and others--all of which I will post on Facebook), I realize that a lot of the ones I liked tended to be dramatic. On this particular night, I was able to capture some of the passion and drama that I love about live music and I'm hopeful that I can capture other emotions and moments throughout the year--as long as I pull my camera out of my purse, of course.<br />
<br />Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-16368087623401164082016-05-15T16:40:00.000-07:002016-06-29T14:04:19.782-07:00Project 52: Shots 16-19<h2>
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If there is one thing I have learned from the death of my grandmother it is that we don't have forever with the people we love. I was painfully reminded of that most recently on Mother's Day and thankful I had the chance to make some memories with Papi Chevy a few days later. Since Mami Tere's death, he hasn't really left the house for anything other than doctor appointments, so when he asked my dad to take him to a local winery, my sister and I invited ourselves to tag along. While we were wine tasting at the <a href="http://www.galleanowinery.com/" target="_blank">Galleano Winery</a>, Papi Chevy was telling us about when he used to work there and naming people he used to work with and for. The lady serving us was polite while she listened and admitted that she didn't know anyone he named. It made me think about how much my grandfather has seen and experienced--so many memories! And when he goes, they go with him.</div>
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Same Subjects, 5 Angles (May 12, 2016)</h2>
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The winery had a ton of old equipment just lying around in a field near the vineyards. It looked like it had been there for a while--trust me. I did a Google Images Search on "antique tractors" and I'm pretty sure the tractor above is from the 1940s. My excitement at crossing this off my shot list outweighed my fear of spiders and bugs while I worked my way around it and closer to it. As I look at the images now, I can't help but notice how the sky (when visible) is a slightly different shade of blue in each shot. The same goes for the background. In one, you can see industrial buildings in one, and palm trees in another. This is definitely a lesson in the importance of multiple shots. When I first started taking photos, I had a very "one and done" mentality. Now, the more photos I take and the more Lightroom work I do, the more small differences I see. I'm hopeful that's a sign I'm improving and learning.</div>
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There was virtually no shade out there in the field so I figured it would be a good time to take my "In Full Sun" shot. It was only when I was looking at this in Lightroom that I noticed there were <i>still </i>shadows. Looking back now, I wonder if should have pulled back more to make the full sun more evident. I also think I need to keep an eye out for more shadows because I haven't been able to take my "Let the Shadows Tell the Story" shot. I tried doing it that day, but I couldn't seem to find a story in any of the shadows in the courtyard or yard area so on my list that shot remains.</div>
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A Street Scene (May 12, 2016)</h2>
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This ended up being a long day. After the field trip and a Bad Ass Book Club meeting, I went to a local bar to see <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Insecurealex/" target="_blank">Insecure Alex</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Jook-the-First-272404849495774/" target="_blank">Jook the First</a> with <a href="https://www.facebook.com/mcprototype/" target="_blank">MC Prototype</a>. It was a great show and I was able to take (and edit) some good <a href="http://monicasmusingsandmisadventures.blogspot.com/2016/05/thoughts-and-shots-may-12-2016.html" target="_blank">shots</a>. As we were leaving, I looked to my right while crossing the street and I couldn't help but notice how empty it was. <i>Empty. </i>No cars. No people. Just the street and the lights. Now when I first started working on these shots, I thought my street scene was going to be an urban shot with lots of people and action in broad daylight. Instead, it ended up being an empty 2nd Street in Downtown Pomona a little before 11 PM. </div>
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I am now right "on track" with my Project 52. It's the start of the 20th week of 2016 and I have taken 19 shots. I still don't know if I should try to take a photo a week or just keep hacking away at it the way I have been. </div>
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Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-12977359828862257002016-05-01T20:59:00.000-07:002016-06-29T14:03:59.175-07:00Project 52: Shot 15<h2>
Your Spouse/Significant Other: How You Think of Them (sic) (April 30, 2016)</h2>
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When you see my boyfriend for the first time, I know what you're thinking. The media and movies have been shaping your thinking about men who look like him for years. I hope this shot changes that.<br />
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With his dark skin and sunglasses, I am sure my boyfriend looks unfriendly. The type of person you wouldn't want in your neighborhood. The type of person you picture when listening to dedications on the <a href="http://artlaboe.com/Home.html" target="_blank">Art Laboe</a> show. The type of person Trump seems to think all Mexicans are. Look at what he's wearing though: the shirt of an alternative rock band. Now look at what he's doing: grilling barbecue chicken on an RVQ.<br />
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I think of my significant other as my opposite match. He and I have had similar experiences growing up in this country where people think they know you once they see the shade of your skin. You look at him and assume he knows Spanish; you look at me and assume I don't. I used to like dopey-looking white boys until I found this man whose background has been full of experiences both similar and opposite to mine. He has an RV (something I equate with old white men) and yet drinks the same beer that my dad does. I find that comforting. While I talk and overthink, he is quiet and thoughtful. I find that inspiring.<br />
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My significant other is a strong partner and dependable teammate. The picture indicates he is capable of feeding me, but what it doesn't show is how supportive he has been of me and all the things I've gone through during our time together, starting with my cousin's suicide the day after our first date. I've never wanted someone to take care of me: I've wanted someone strong enough to <i>be able</i> to take care of me <i>if</i> I ever needed it. Back when I was dating, my dad would tell me I was too picky; my mom, not to settle. I am so glad I listened to my mom on this one. As a result, I found someone worthy of being with me. Someone who is as strong as I imagine myself to be. Someone whose actions show me more than words could ever tell.</div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-48610006061415987732016-03-26T22:00:00.000-07:002016-05-14T23:10:19.644-07:00Project 52: Shot 14<h2>
True Happiness (March 26, 2016)</h2>
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Yes, Mexican Coke tastes like true happiness to me. No, I am not being paid to say that. Mexican Coke in a glass bottle reminds me of the time I would spend visiting my family in Mexico during the summer as a little girl. (I remember being so excited when I discovered I could buy a case of it at Costco!) This photo was taken at Mariscos Enriques, a Mexican seafood restaurant in South Ontario, and what you <i>can't </i>see is that a Cantinflas movie was playing on the TV in the corner--another reminder of my blissful summers in Mexico. </div>
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Visiting Mexico as an adult isn't the same as it was when I was a child--mainly because I am now aware of some of the cultural differences which make me feel out of place at times. I remember someone once told me he could tell which kids had spent some time in the states based on how they walked. At the time, I didn't quite believe him, but now I understand what he meant. I imagine that the way I walk is one of the initial giveaways (among other things) that I'm not from down there when I visit. According to my aunt and mom, my clothes are another giveaway, but opening my mouth to speak probably removes any doubt. The self-consciousness of being an outsider now colors my experiences in Mexico these days, but true happiness was feeling I belonged anywhere I was.</div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-63613982782997376242016-03-25T23:04:00.000-07:002016-05-14T22:30:10.272-07:00Project 52: Shot 13For the record, when I first saw this shot on my Project 52 list, I was really excited and imagined myself shooting through something and creating a really unusual, artistic shot. Maybe next year . . .<br />
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Shoot Through Something (March 25, 2016)</h2>
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On Thursday night, I was taking some pictures of the moon from the Alta Loma High School parking lot. Those pictures were <i>not </i>for my Project 52; I just really like taking pictures of the moon despite the fact that they rarely come out the way I imagine they will. (To be fair, every time I shoot the moon, I imagine myself coming out with a shot that could be on the cover of National Geographic.) When I got home, I looked outside my living room and realized I could shoot the moon through the trees and <i>that</i> could be for my Project 52! </div>
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Unfortunately, my backyard-moon-through-the-trees shot will not be gracing the covers or pages of any magazine in the near future. The shot would have been more impressive (atmospheric?) without the new two-story houses across the street--thank you, urban sprawl! These are the same houses whose occupants--according to my boyfriend--will now be able to look through my windows and see all the things I do with the shutters open. (I am only marginally concerned about this, but he is <i>very </i>concerned.)</div>
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<i>Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land a good one of Starr.</i></div>
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Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-71174223816007839532016-03-22T19:00:00.000-07:002016-03-28T23:07:35.404-07:00Project 52: Shots 10-12Again, I know this isn't the way I'm "supposed" to work my way through a Project 52, but it works for me.<br />
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Water (March 21, 2016)</h2>
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I love the ocean. There is just something about being in its presence that I find soothing. I think it has a lot to do with the sound and steadiness of the crashing waves. I went to Santa Monica during my spring break and before I even got out of the car, I knew I wanted to take my water shot there. I took this one from the pier and looking back now, I think it could have been more interesting if I had gotten part of the shore in it. I might have lost some of the detail of the foam and the swells in the background though. I'm sure there's a life lesson in there somewhere--something about no regrets and being at peace with the decisions we make in the moment.<br />
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If I learned how to do <i>nothing</i> else during this project other than be okay with my decisions, it would not be a wasted year. </div>
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Warmth (March 21, 2016)</h2>
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I took this shot a few minutes before sunset. I couldn't remember the last time I watched the sun set until my boyfriend reminded me it had been with him in Puerto Vallarta this past summer. (I have an excellent memory.) Frankly, I'm a little frustrated that it took some editing to get the picture to look as warm as I wanted it to or thought it should. The colors in the sky were "warm" which is why I thought it would work for my warmth shot, but, ironically, it took a Lightroom effect called Old Polar to make it seem warmer. I think maybe the darkness of the water cools it down a little.<br />
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I cannot even begin to tell you how many gorgeous skies I have witnessed this year. Unfortunately, the sun waits for no woman to reach her destination and pull out her camera. So after watching the sun set into the Pacific Ocean, I turned around and noticed the moon already in the sky with a few pink clouds and I just <i>had</i> to take a couple shots. I didn't even intend this to be one of my Project 52 shots, but I wasn't pleased with the ones I did take post-sunset because the clouds seem blurry. Mainly because I <i>still </i>have problems getting my camera/lens to focus on the sky.<br />
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Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-23267146130103068762016-03-13T17:56:00.000-07:002016-03-28T23:05:38.686-07:00Project 52: Shot 9<h2 style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A Furry Friend's Favorite Activity (February 27, 2016)</h2>
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This photo was difficult to take mainly because I knew it was the last time I would ever see Moochie eat. Later that day, I took him in to be put down.<br />
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It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life.<br />
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He was almost 16 years old and I knew it was time to do this when I saw his appetite had changed. I had slowly noticed other changes as he grew older. Many of the articles I had read online encouraged me to identify some major changes and decide when it was time based on those. I was supposed to figure out what his favorite things to do were and then set some kind of limit like "when he can no longer do X out of Y things." I knew it was time when I noticed he would no longer race downstairs to eat after hearing the automatic feeder start dumping food into the bowl. Between that and some other things he had been doing for a while, I finally accepted that it was time.<br />
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Some of you know that I "adopted" Moochie from a little boy in the apartment complex that I lived in back when I was first married. Poor Moochie was dragged from Alta Loma to South Ontario to Rancho, from one side of the city to the other and back again. I credit him with getting me through my separation and divorce. (I "thanked" him for that by getting him a little sister a year later.) I remember he would always keep me company at night no matter where I was or how late I stayed up. It didn't matter if I was grading (and eventually sleeping) on the sofa or working on grad school stuff in my home office--he would be curled up nearby, patiently waiting for me to finish so we could go to bed. I can't even begin to count the nights that I slept on the sofa and he slept right there with me.<br />
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Moochie started his life as an outdoor cat and I can only hope that it improved when he met Justin and me. He took care of me when I needed it the most and I can only hope that he felt I had taken care of him in the years after that. I'll eventually get an impression of his pawprint and I know his ashes will be sprinkled in the ocean at Point Loma. My boyfriend showed me photos of how beautiful it is and I'm hopeful that we can go down there so I can shoot some more photos--maybe even another shot for this project. Until then, I guess this is definitely a moment from 2016 that I want to remember, albeit a painful one.Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-66665898102567424252016-02-21T17:33:00.000-08:002016-03-28T23:06:00.447-07:00Project 52: Shot 8<h2 style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A Child--Not Your Own--That is Special to You (February 20, 2016)</h2>
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I had always told my mom that if I ever had a kid, I would give it to her to raise until it was ready for school at which point I would want it back. When I met my boyfriend a few years ago, his son was in pre-school. This timing did not escape my mother who pointed out that here was someone with a kid who was the perfect age for me. In the time since then, I have gotten to know this child and have witnessed first-hand how smart and sweet he is. I enjoy being around his dad and him (especially when it results in being able to cross an item off <i>my </i>bucket list.) Being in a relationship with someone who has a child has afforded me opportunities like the moment above and allowed me to finally come to terms with my decision to not have any children of my own. <br />
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Quite a few people have asked me about that decision. Yes, it was difficult to make at first, but making--and eventually embracing--it has led me to be a whole lot happier than I was before. One of the main factors in my decision was my relationship with my own step-dad. That alone has shown me that blood does not make one a parent. Being a teacher, one can't help but mentally compose a list of all the things one would or wouldn't do with your own kids. Being with someone who has a child has shown me how difficult it is to be a parent. For the record, the mental list still exists, but it's now tempered with the reality of all the day-to-day things that go into raising a child. I am thankful for the time I get to spend with this boy and his father and this photo only captures a small fragment of the happiness they bring me.<br />
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I'm starting to realize that this photo project is doing more than giving me a list of shots to take throughout the year: it's allowing me to capture the moments and people that are important to me.<br />
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Duh! I should have seen that coming when I first saw the list.Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-35990044170881068162016-02-21T13:35:00.000-08:002016-03-28T23:06:16.994-07:00Project 52: Shot 7<h2>
At Night (February 19, 2016)</h2>
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When he's not shooting incredible photos, my cousin Alan plays the drums in a band called <a href="https://www.facebook.com/giversandtakers/" target="_blank">Givers and Takers</a>. They usually have shows in the Thousand Oaks or Santa Barbara area so any local (as in the LA area) shows are a rare treat. His band had a show this past Friday night at the Hotel W Loft and I noticed the gorgeous view right away when we finally made it up there. </div>
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I didn't have my tripod so I just used one of the sofas next to the window to steady myself. I wish it had come out a little sharper but this was the best I could do to capture Hollywood Blvd. At night. </div>
Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-48261723138317741162016-02-20T14:53:00.000-08:002016-03-28T23:06:33.239-07:00Project 52: Shot 6<h2>
Weather (February 17, 2016)</h2>
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<span id="goog_628966877"></span><span id="goog_628966878"></span>This shot would not have been possible without the Waze app. It took me down some side streets on my way to the grocery store one afternoon and as I looked up at the mountains, I saw this. I figured it was raining up there and that this could work as my weather shot. I parked, snapped two pictures, and got back in my car. (This is the second photo since the first one was a little overexposed and didn't capture the gloominess.) Not even a minute later, it was raining on those side streets, making me even more glad that I had stopped to get this shot.</div>
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Monica!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855877704829883104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912350080839011164.post-91055292886461748262016-01-31T14:42:00.000-08:002016-03-28T23:07:05.230-07:00Project 52: Shots 2-5Yes, I took all these shots in one day. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am accepting of the fact that I may not be able to take a photo a week and <i>that is okay</i>. There's always next year, right?<br />
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Motion (January 30, 2016)</h2>
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I was hoping this shot would come out a little differently: I was hoping that the middle part would be still and only the spheres around it would be in motion. Either the entire structure moves a little because of the weight (force?) of the ride <b>or</b> sitting on a railing is not as good as using a tripod. </div>
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Foreground (January 30, 2016)</h2>
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When I took this photo, I was thinking that Walt and Mickey were in the foreground. It turns out that they are the subject of this photo and I don't think I have <i>anything </i>in the foreground. Argh! As upset as I want to be, I am reminding myself that this project is all about learning: learning how to take better photographs and learning how to be nice to myself when I do something "wrong." I still think it's a neat photo though.</div>
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Silhouette (January 30, 2016)</h2>
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I googled silhouette to see if this shot would count before I even took it. (Looking back now, I'm not sure why. It's not like anyone is going to call me out if I do something "wrong.") I wish the photo were sharper but I find that sometimes my camera can't focus correctly on the sky. I bet if I had moved the little square in the viewfinder to be on the trees, it would have come out sharper. Or I could have just changed my lens to be on manual focus and then done it myself. Maybe there's a way to fix it in Lightroom, but I'm not there yet.<br />
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Reflection (January 30, 2016)</h2>
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With this photo, I practiced what I learned in a video on how to use the crop overlay and how to straighten photos. It bugs me that the reflection is crooked, but I tried to straighten the photo so that the building on the dock was level at least. At any rate, with all the changes that are happening to the Rivers of America at Disneyland, I'm glad I got this shot of the Mark Twain.</div>
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