Home for thanksgiving weekend. I think I caught a cold the other day ’cause I was too lazy to use my other, warmer blanket (it’s being used as my makeshift headboard right now). Anyway, being bed bound gives me a TON of time to think–sometimes too much–which explains the random blog posting at 11pm, when I really should be sleeping to recharge.
Here I am, upstairs in my room, laying in bed, while the rest of the family is downstairs living their lives. This is probably what me being away in Long Beach is like, right? The four of them breathing each others’ air, while I’m close, but still away. It got me thinking…and I may or may not be right about these things…each of us, we’re not necessarily needed in ANYONE’s life.
I know. that’s ridiculously pessimistic to say.
But really though. I’m sure we can all survive with a loving relationship with God and we’ll be fine. And I know I say this a lot…if you’re ever in a small group discussion with me or something…God gives us relationships for a reason. Though my family doesn’t NEED me to survive, there’s something about relationships and having them that makes life a lot more interesting. It reminds me of that one George Clooney trailer for “Up in the Air”? I think that’s what the movie’s called. He said something about how relationships add soo much complexity and baggage to a person’s life.
hm. ok..I have no idea where I was going with that, but it definitely leads to the following..in my head…
So I’ve been struggling and overthinking my photos sometimes. Just staring at my older photos and loving those so much more than the shots I’ve been taking recently. There’s something different about the old ones…kind of that whole raw-ness? How I let myself explore…I’m trying to figure out whether these photos I take now are really, truly my own, or are they just REALLY REALLY inspired by other photographers? (REALLY REALLY inspired = almost exact replicas?)
I DO try to live by the whole gut-feeling idea…I’ll only keep it, if I really do LOVE it.
then there’s that whole talk about how a photo should capture a moment in time and tell a story without words. Not gonna lie, I think i wrote that for one of my UC essays. (They probably knew I was totally cliche and bs-ing…hahah)
yeah, scratch THAT whole thing.
I love stories. I love it when someone looks at my one of the poorly printed pictures up in our apt hallway, and I get to tell them something about it–kay, not a story, usually a joke. But still! There’s something really cool about that, maybe that’s my little “trisha chan stamp” that I’m adding to them to make them my own. I DUNOOO. even THAT sounds really cliche now that I have it typed out. I guess this is where it relates to my previous ramble. Pictures don’t NEED commentary or a story or a brilliant comedic line…but with them…it’s kind of a great duo.
But seriously though…pictures may be worth a thousand words…
ok. I was going to write something really great, but it all made me sound extremely egotistical.
and I know, these wordy long entries are SO skim-worthy. (SEE?! maybe if i added a picture, it’ll create some interest…)
so I’ll end this with, what do YOU think?