The language of Photography

So my English teacher Mr. Minehan assigned this Research paper. We are allowed to pick what we wanted to research, but it had to be something we were interested in, and something that we could get alot of information about. I decided to do my paper on Annie Leibovitz, a famous photographer that has worked for, Rolling Stones, Vanity fair, and vogue. She's also done a few other magazines but none as big. I picked her because I want to major in photography in college. I want to take all kinds of pictures of any subject for any magazine, book, newspaper, private event, just anything. I've loved to take pictures since I was about 10. I've always loved looking through magazines, and books of pictures from famous photographers such as Annie Leibovitz. I love to look at the pictures and see what the photographer saw. It's like looking at the world from a different point of view. It's amazing. The really good pictures are the ones where you just look at the picture, and you know what the person or subject is thinking, you know how they felt when that picture was taken, you can see it in their eyes, how they stand, the expression on their face, its amazing. I also love to look at pictures of the most random, everyday things and see how beautiful they make it look. Like a picture of an old computer with some papers scattered around it, they can take it and make it look amazing. I love taking pictures like that, pictures of everyday things at a different point of view to give it a different beauty, make it something new. I sometimes will just sit outside and look around and see things and just want to take pictures of them. random things like a gate, or a chair, a wall, or a clump of grass. They aren't very attractive, appealing things, but when you look at them through the lens of a camera, the view suddenly changes.

you would think,

loneliness for the empty chair,

Neglect, for the clump of grass, and

Confinement, for the gate.

The meaningless subjects suddenly become symbols, their natural beauty is exposed.

Photography takes you to a whole different world almost, a world full of beauty and meaning. It's like a getaway for me. When I'm stressed, or bored, or mad, or upset, I take pictures.. of everything and anything. Its my anti-drug =D

I'm addicted.

Oh sweet Memories

Memories.

Can't be replaced, can't be ripped, burned, or dampned.

Memories can't be touched, Thrown, or stepped on.

Good or Bad.

Memories are with you always.

Forever.

It's Amazing all the memories We've created,

as well as the ones that are yet to come.

I don't care if my house burned down 5 times,

I dont care if a tornado came through and took everything I had with it.

I would always have the memories of me and you.

untouched by human hands.

addicting.

I crave them.

Forever ours.

No one can take them from us.

No one can replace them.

Ours forever and ever.

They will always keep me going.

Thanks <3>

Waist my life then.

I've about had it with guys. I sware I don't see why I even talk to guys. I can't trust hardly any of them. They don't think about anyone but themselves. They have to be better than everyone in everything, they always have to be right. They treat girls like freakin property not human beings. I sware it gets on my nerves! Whenever someone is excited or happy about something they have to say something negative to make them feel bad. It's even worse though when you actually like the guy. When you finally get the guts to tell him how you truely feel, that you like talking to him, you trust him, and you would do anything for him. He changes it to "So what size bra do you wear?" FUCK THAT SHIT! I hate guys that lead girls on and tell them what they want to hear just for their own pleasure. god Fucking pigs! talk about a waist of time!

For the one that has no idea...

Dear You,

I'm writing this to let you know that I have feelings for you. These feelings aren't meant for everyone, just the person I love spending time with, the person that makes me laugh on a daily baisis. These feelings are for the person who inspires me to do better, the one always helping me out. The person is you. I've had feelings for you for some time. I thought I got rid of them for a while, and I tried to get rid of them as well, but they just came back stronger. You make my days great! I love to see you in the hallways when you make wierd, funny faces at me. I love sharing with you. I love watching you play soccer, (especially with your shirt off ;D) I love to sit and listen about whatever your excited about. You need to know how I feel about you. I need to tell you how I feel. I want to say I love you, but you would have to understand that this isn't shallow love. I love you as a friend, a partner, a coach, a tutor, a comedian, I love you for you. Maybe one day something will happen but until then, I have no problem waiting.

Love,

Me...

Andrew

This past week my friend Andrew Thulin died in a horrific car accident. It was really sudden and it hit me pretty hard. He wasn't like one of my closest friends that did everything with me, but we grew up together and we shared some good memories. He was always such a nice and funny person. He has a great family. It was really surprising to hear that he was dead. I had only just seen him this past weekend at church. It was really weird. He wasnt coming back. It hit my school pretty hard too. He was a very popular loved person. He helped everyone with anything he could. He was always such a happy person and he could always make you laugh. He was a great athelete. I've been talking to his sister about him, and all of my friends that were also friends with him. I don't feel bad for andrew. He's in a good place now, and it was his time to go. I feel horrible for his Twin brother Owen, his sister Mary, his little brother Benjamin, and the little twins, along with his parents and oldest brother Byron. I feel bad for all of his friends. His family is pretty big and crazy but they are an awesome family. Everytime you saw them at church you could just tell they loved eachother. Andrews death has made me think about life more. It's made me think about how I treat people. I should be nicer to people. I've also thought how sad it is that it takes someone to die for people to really appreciate the time they spent with them. and Everything they did for other people. Deaths to me are learning experiences. You shouldn't waist your time crying about the little stupid things. Make life fun and happy. That doesnt mean go out and do whatever you want because you only live once. Im saying Just be a good person. Be nice to people who deserve it, and if they dont deserve it dont go out of your way to be mean to them just stay away from them. Andrews death has also made me think alot about after death. It's made me think about what Andrew is doing now and what he thinks about all of it? What he sees now. It's not fun when someone you know dies. but it makes you think. Think about the life you are living. if you died tomorrow what would people say about you? I'm not the perfect person and I know this. If I was the perfect person I wouldnt still be here. I know im not always nice. Its hard to be nice sometimes. some people dont deserve nice. I try to be as nice as I can to everyone of my friends. I love them and I want them to realize I love them. You live life once dont be arrogant about it just live it. Andrew lived his life. He was a good boy and grew into a GREAT young man

his mom and dad should be so proud. he was so nice to everyone and everyone loved him

he will be deeply missed.

R.I.P.

Andrew Thulin.

3-7-07

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