AT Notes

Eureka! I finally made the AT notes blog. Here's the link: AT Notes
Get as much use of it as you can.

Notes Gallore!

Today I realized that people were in need of some notes, especially with the test this week. So, I remembered that in my grade twelve year, my precal teacher had us using blogger to post up our notes from class for those who might of missed class as well as for clarification. Every class we rotated to do notes and posted it as soon as we could after class was done. Since I don't mind sharing my notes at all, I thought that it would be helpful to post up our school notes. So I made a seperate blog! I have one for our CI class, and will have one for our AT class as soon as I'm done with the CI test. I thought that the CI notes needed to go up first since it is relevant to what we had going on this week. I'll post up the notes at the end of every week. Give me some feedback, or suggestions. =)

CI Notes

Finally, A New Post!

I know it's been a while since my last post, but I've come back to share some piece of mind. Yesterday we did our self portrait presentations and I had a blast shooting it, but It was the presenting part that got a little nerve racking; I laid it all out. I feel that I have nothing to hide and that I'm willing to share a bit of me that is critical to who I am now.

I had six seperate pictures that worked as a chronological narrative. I'll go into a bit of detail of what each means to me.



The first picture is reference to who I was eight years ago; the girl in school that no one wanted to talk to unless you needed something. I was made fun of, harassed, and branded; at home and at school. Those words seeped under my skin and I started believing it. I was trapped. I couldn't say anything and I felt like I was backed into a corner, pushed to the ground and unable to stand up for myself. The one word that I couldn't get off my chest was fat. I heard it from everyone, and when I say everyone, I mean everyone. I felt like I had no support system, and all I ever did was cry. What else could I do? I was so young...



The second picture signifies the struggle of trying to drown out those voices. I got sick of hearing the same things and feeling the same way. Those words that bothered me were no longer apparent, but in some way those voices were able to influence me, and steered me into a direction I didn't intend on following.



The third picture; things settled down and I finally felt like I could be something else, someone else. I did what I needed to do, to satisfy myself as well as others. I wasn't that girl who had all those words attached to her, but someone who was a little more proud. Still, I wasn't too sure of who I was becoming was healthy, both physically and emotionally.



Numero four. After all that hype about being proud, I realized I kind of wasn't proud of who I became. I was still frustrated with the same things because I tried to solve them with the wrong answers. It wasn't until last year when I decided that I had to get out of that state of mind. I've always held an inner strength, but I failed to realize. And though I had to step out into this new light of thinking with very little assurance, I knew this time would be right. That when my life came to an end, I'd be happy with who I am, the decisions I've made and love myself no matter what anyone else said. A scary world indeed, but I'm glad I opened that door for myself.



The fifth and sixth picture are a pretty accurate representation of who I am now; this goofy girl who loves to smile and have fun. These days aren't so grim, and even when life throws the occasional obstacle, I can find my way around it. It took a long time to get to this point, but I can finally say that I do love myself. I am in no way perfect, but I know that I'm a good person.

Everyday is another day to grow.

Speak of the Devil!

Just a little after finishing my last post on photojournalism, around 11:30 pm last night, I heard sirens. I thought they were just passing by, but I realized after a minute or so that they were parked nearby. I looked out my living room window and saw eleven cop cars parked right in front of my house. Before I knew it, I was running to get my camera and taking pictures. The rush of excitement came over me. I didn't realize until a few minutes later, that that was what photojournalism was, and I was practicing it. I didn't want to miss the fleeting moment to take a picture, but I acted without thinking. Now I'm even more sure than before, that this is the direction I want to go.

IS3

I really want to get into photojournalism. The natural feel, emotion and overall interpretation generate such "bare" photographs. Photojournalism seems to be the most true to it's nature, and it is what it is. You can interpret it anyway you like.

Photojournalism was practiced as early as the 1850s, but the pictures werent't published until the 1880s, due to printing presses only being able to publish from engravings. The first pictures of photojournalism were of the Crimean war done by Carol Szathmari. The artform became more popular during the 1920s.

Here are three sites that I found to be useful:

Black Star
Photojournalism - Window to the World
Steve McCurry

Now, for the three pictures that I like:

Afghan Girl by Steve McCurry

This is a famous, famous picture that first appeared on the cover of National Geographic in 1985. What really captures the viewer is the detail in her eyes and her expression. Her piercing eyes and alertness is what is so striking. There is also a nice use of complimentary colors that makes this picture even more interesting. I can sit and look at this picture all day.

Joy of Living by Arthur Fellig

What I like about this picture is how he creates irony with the sign in the background. It really gets you thinking how life is cruel sometimes, but we have to go on. Sometimes the joy of living is life itself, and that is clearly the case in this picture. There are so many other little things that you think about when looking at this picture.

Gandhi by Margaret Bourke-White

Gandhi, what more can I say? A moment that captures him in his element, his thought, and his life. So quiet, so peaceful, such a shame he was assasinated. Either way, it's a great composition and really captures the essence of Gandhi.

A Site that I Like!

Vanilla Days

I like this site because it's got a lot of examples [great examples] of HDR photos. It's also a tutorial site, so you can go out and try to make your own HDR photos. I like HDR photos because you can take a simple picture, or even a really great picture, and take it to a different level. Not to say that it isn't a good picture, but it's just a different way of looking at it. HDR is kind of like an optional enhancement, but if not done properly, you can ruin the whole thing. It just makes the lighting more interesting and is almost like an illusion.

IS2 - Lines

I enjoyed this assignment a lot because we had a lot of freedom with it. The great thing about lines is that they don't have to be lines that are physically there, we can use implied lines. I was hoping to get some more pictures using implied lines but I never got the chance or my timing was off. I kind of wanted to get a picture of a line of people, at a store or at the bank or something.

Post Post Post

I've always had a love for photography, but I guess I never really was aware of it until this one day two years ago. I remember it vividly; I was on my way to a friend's house after visiting three different malls, so I was taking buses I never usually took. I hopped onto one bus that was familiar to me, thinking it was heading downtown, when it was actually coming from downtown. I stayed on the bus thinking it would eventually turn back in ten minutes or so, but it didn't start turning back until half an hour later. I was pretty sour about it, but while I was on the bus, I got to see the sun just before it began to dip into the river, against a prospering sky of blue and purple. It was amazing. I knew then that I wanted more moments like that. I'm more the type to try and describe things with my words, but if I were able to have some type of physical evidence of what I preach about, that's something else. It wasn't until several months later that I decided to take the next step. In a time when I was lost in a sea of confusion, when I wasn't quite sure of what to do after high school - whether to take courses that my parents had approved of or a different route - a friend had pointed out that I showed some potential in photography. That's when I started taking it more seriously. I had never owned my own camera, and used my brother's little point and shoot from time to time. Four months later, I invested into a DSLR. Quite a big step from nothing, hahaha. It's been fifteen months and since then, I think my growth has been dramatic, and I'm never turning back.

Some skills that I hope to accomplish over the year are better people pictures, overall better composition, using my environment more creatively, editing my pictures tastefully, and to be more well rounded as a photographer.

Now, for a secret about myself. If I weren't going into photography, there are three other fields of study I would be happy to go into; music, writing or astronomy. I play several different instruments, I love to express myself with words, and star gazing is a must.

One other little secret; when I eat burgers, I eat the edges first and then the middle. The purpose for that is, I say all the good stuff is in the center! =)

It's the second day of school and they've got us blogging!

The genres of photography I'm interested in are photojournalism, abstract, macro, landscapes, portraits and black & white.






Photo by Duncan McNairnay