I was seven years old when the one thing most kids imagine as the worst thing possible, happened to me. I sat at the kids table in the hospital, with my brother and cousins, as a nurse tried to explain to us what had happened. I was pretty quiet. “I understand”, I told her again and again just to shut her up. All of us sat, nonchalantly, as we let her words sink in. No tears sprang up from any of us, just thoughts. She rambled on and on about how death makes way for new life and how if nobody died, we’d all be crowded. Making death sound like it was natures way of spring cleaning.
After her stuttery explanation, my dad showed up and ushered my brother and I to see her. She was cold, and her skin was the lightest shade of lavender. Not much was said, as speech did not seem appropriate at the time. Just remorse, grief, and mourning. And silence.
Soon enough the anxious nurse returned, to take us back to the kids room. She gave each of us a toy dog. And I took Sam.
A few months back, I made a tumblr. I don’t know why, I just did.
Now I want to put it to good use, and so I made it my personal photoblog.
“Gasp! What will become of your part on this blog!?”, you ask?
Don’t worry, I’ll still post photos, reviews, musings, other written pieces and the like. My tumblr will only be photos, and next to no words. This will remain my main posting site, and I will post collections, shoots, and series here. My tumblr will just be one picture per post.
Check it out @http://tahkooooo.tumblr.com/
I was bored, and in kind of a funk, but I managed to pull together and do a little shoot on my desktop with a pig key chain I was given to for my birthday a few years back. The white background thing was done with a simple sheet of computer paper. Poor mans backdrop.
But first, let me tell you about Fantastic Mr. Pig, and the tragic tale of the loss of his wife.
It was my birthday and two of my friends (Scasm included) put together this awesome sort of pig themed birthday present package. It was probably the most amazing gift I’ve ever received on my special day. Fantastic Mr. Pig, and Lovely Mrs. Pig were given to me together, as they always were. My friends mom took the liberty of
shoplifting spending her hard earned money on them for me. Now isn’t that just the sweetest thing. And how kind of her to take Fantastic Mr. Pig and Lovely Mrs. Pig together. Now, while Lovely Mrs. Pig stayed at home serving as an ornament in my room (she always loved her job), Fantastic Mr. Pig was often tagging along with me on all the mundane everyday wonderful, magical adventures I took part in. And when I got home, I put them together and he would tell her about my boring amazing life. But I always felt that Lovely Mrs. Pig should see the world for herself. So, one day, instead of attaching Fantastic Mr. Pig on my keys, I fastened on Lovely Mrs. Pig. She was quite anxious, but ended up falling asleep in love with the new world around her. But then came the tragic happenstance. Lovely Mrs. Pig was kidnapped!
And to this day Fantastic Mr. Pig has been in quite the depression, and Lovely Mrs. Pigs whereabouts are unknown.
The end. 🙂
Now, without further ado, presenting…Fantastic Mr. Pig!
(Also, from now on, I will be adding a copyright thing at the corner of each photograph I take)
When my interest in photography first sparked, the number one thing on my priorities list was to get a Digital SLR camera. You know, the big bulky ones the pros carry around strapped to their neck while a 30cm lens pokes out in front. I started saving up for one, with the idea in my head that I could never take an acceptable picture with a “measly” point and shoot.
But fate had something else in mind, as Scasm decided to lend me her point and shoot when she found out I was saving for a camera. I happily agreed. Sure, it’s not bulky, but I guessed it would do for now. Scasm told me that she might let me use her SLR for a shoot some time in the near future and I pissed my self with excitement.
The Lovely Lady Herself
It’s been more than a month since she lent me her point and shoot, and I love it. I’m getting better and better, and I’m well adjusted to using a point and shoot. And to sharpen my newly found point and shoot potential, I ventured into the internet to find tips and tutorials on how to take great pictures with a point and shoot. After all this, I began to realize that it’s not the camera, it’s the photographer. If you have a good eye for photos, and creative mind abundant with ideas, as well as a steady hand, you could take masterpieces with even a disposable camera. What’s a fool, with the latest, most expensive equipment? Nothing.