Art

I missed a day of blogging. That means double duty today. Yesterday, I learned a little more about the fine art of modeling. I am not what you would call a model – poised, elegant, moldable. Disciplined, patient.

Me? I’m goofy, clumsy and self-conscious. I’m stubborn and free-spirited. When you catch me candidly, I can  take good pictures. But all the directions, “sit here, tilt your head up, stop smiling,” are too much. I feel like it’s school picture day all over again. I really have gained a new appreciation for those who are photogenic. I can get there, but it’s a process.

My modeling adventure started on a drive, looking for railroad tracks. My friends, Karla and John, have some pretty nice digital SLR cameras. I have a point-and- shoot that is quite amazing, too. We went on an adventure yesterday to take photos along the  tracks at the south end of Old Town. I ended up being their model. I also made Karla and John get in the “model seat.” I think it was good for all of us to trade perspectives to coach each other better. It was fun seeing the end product, but it was difficult to get there. I much prefer being the one behind the camera.

Here are some of Karla’s shots – she is amazing! I told her she should freelance and get some of her work out there in the world. She is down so if you ever need a good portrait photographer, hit her up!

Sign for my little neighborhood of friends, “The Compound,” made from bottlecaps and a piece of scrap wood I found in the yard.