Day With Dre

The plan was to shoot the first assignment, 48 images in 24, yesterday starting with work at 6 in the morning. It didn't work out like I had hoped considering half of my day was spent at work and in class and I conveniently left my camera at home. Great plan Jazz, great plan! So a friend and I had a last minute plan after I got out of school to go down to the Marina for some photos where I learned a great lesson! Don't pack your camera away!! Right as we were getting ready to leave and I had put away my camera a deer darted out of the marsh and straight into the Carquinez Strait and had disappeared from view before I could even get a bad shot. Great job Jazz, great job!




I had been hoping we could get out to the marina a little earlier than we did. I'm still having a little trouble trying to get the correct exposure and there wasn't a whole lot of light by the time we arrived (someone likes to take a little while to get ready, but we wont say who out loud).

Charlotte the Harlot

I know, I know! It's a fluffy little cat, right? Oh well, I'm sure we'll all get over it. My mom asked me to take some photos of her two new kittens (who are less like kittens everyday and more like tubby little fluff-balls). I shot them a couple of months ago but haven't gone through to edit them until today and decided I would play around with this one on Photoshop. It's such an uncharacteristic shot of her, she's the friendliest little animal I've ever met, but I managed to catch her in a grumpy mood. I probably woke her up, which I know I wouldn't like.

Oink Oink

I snort when I laugh, I love to gorge myself on food, and I can't deny it anymore, I live in a sty. My mom wasn't kidding when she called me a pig! OK, I am only joking, but it doesn't mean that the previous statement wasn't true, because it was. I always tell myself I'm not the biggest slob in our house. I can clean when I want to - no really, I can! The problem is that I don't want to. I can't find things when I clean; it's called organized chaos. I know where everything is when it doesn't belong somewhere (does that make any sense at all?) and when it's put somewhere on purpose I probably wont find it until next year. But I'm getting ready to go to sleep, laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, dozing off into my own little world. But what do I see? Layers and layers of dust all over the blades of my barely used ceiling fan. Don't we have maids to clean these things up? I guess not. I think somebody needs to do a little cleaning tomorrow. The sad thing is, the floors are even worse.

And I will never admit to this again, just so you know.

Lost & Found

My mom has this crazy habit of losing things, replacing them, and then finding the one that was lost soon afterwards. The best example is her wedding ring. She's lost her wedding ring more times than I can count in my memories, let alone how often she lost it before I started paying attention. To date she's on her 2nd and 3rd ring (both of which she actually still has). I don't remember when ring #2 came into the picture, but it was lost once again right before her birthday about 6 years ago. Surprise! Surprise! She gets ring #3 on her birthday after finding it in this antique shop while out on the coast. Surprise! Surprise! She finds ring #2 the next evening while moving furniture around.

Ring #3 (pictured above) is probably my favorite of the two, but don't tell her that. She should also be happy to know that I found it, again, at the bottom of the laundry basket this morning.