BlabberBlog

I changed the look of my blog because Blogger coerced me into doing so.  Well, they tempted me with easy templates and zero work, and I thought this looked simple (which I dig), yet sort of toasts the season (Fall = orange, you know), so woo...change.

Feel like I have a lot to talk about and equally feel I have little focus or desire to organize, so BlabberBlog you get.  Sleep last night was irregular.  Laid down to snuggle with Cam at kids' bedtime.  Which led to all four of us chatting about pretty much everything.  Which is ok, because it was an early bedtime for whatever reason last night.  There was a bath towel hanging on the doorknob and Claire said it looked like a ghost.  I offered that even ghosts need to get clean, so perhaps it was a ghost with a towel draped over it.  Which led to a serious discussion about how ghosts might bathe.  I think it was decided that they use spiderwebs for water and then use the spiders for bodywash.  Which makes perfect sense - I'm certain ground-up spiders have a nice, crunchy exfoliating texture.

I wound up crashing in Cam's bed until, I dunno, close to 11:30ish, then was wide awake and ready to play Words With Friends and have adult discussions about taking photos and looking at photos and photos we wish we were taking.  And my dear friend got to listen to me go on about what I used to have and how dumb I am now.  Because I choose to surround myself with sensible friends, he in turn instructed me to live in the now, which was a good punch in the face that I totally needed.

Around 3:30ish, Claire stumbled out and informed me that she wants me and then requested that I sleep on her floor.  Being a parent who indulges, and knowing that getting ready for the morning was not that far off, I submitted and made my bed on the floor next to Claire's bed, laid down, and immediately my right hip went numb.  I love floor-sleeping.

So, it's not like I didn't get a fair amount of sleep last night...it's just that it was disjointed, quality-less sleep.  After school drop-off, I debated just heading back to sleep, but decided to coffee it up, conquer some laundry, and look at what are supposed to be arty photos.

The internet is brimming with so-called artists.   They set up their websites - some polished and professional with links that work; some polished and professional with links that don't work; some really really tacky; some that my 6-year-old could design - and slap on the galleries.  A whole bunch of the photos of couples, weddings, toddlers, and high school seniors are cliche and uninspired.  Some are sort of cool.  Some are close to amazing.  It's a tricky thing though:  a lot of these folks do this to make money.  It's a job.  They're gonna take the photos the client wants.  And most people don't know what they want, so they just copy every other common pose/setting that already exists.

That stuff bores me.  I don't want that to be my main focus.  I think I'm in this more for the fulfilling hobby aspect than the ~let me capture your special moments~ aspect.  I'm not a special moments-hater.  I took pics of my niece for her third birthday and enjoyed the shooting and processing a lot.  I took Diana and Talmadge's photos recently and had fun with that as well.  My first couple shoot.  But really, I think I'd like to focus on arty model-esque work.  Like, you - common person - model for me and let me capture your emotions.  I admit to preferring women, because they look better than men if they take their clothes off.  Yep, if you decided to  take your clothes off, to whatever degree you're comfortable, I'd like that.  I'm pretty certain the human body is amazing, and I think artistic nudes or artistic suggestive portraits are beautiful.  I'd like that to be my focus.  That sprinkled with cute babies and families and trees and junk like that.

So, with that in mind...

Calling all Common People Models:  ~let me capture your special moments!~