Friday, February 19, 2010

sight

i was planning to buy a new camera before i went to cuba. bought my current camera back in 2005 right before my trip to paris. i knew at the time that technology would change quickly and decided to buy one then that would be sufficient for the time being, then later buy something more substancial. that little camera is only a 3.2 megapixels and has served me well, now a days cameras are so inexpensive and the number of megapixels so much greater that it makes sense to replace it. however, brendan was given a camera for christmas, and he offered to share it with me. it seemed silly to go out a buy my own when there's one for free available to me, and when we go to cambodia we're not going to need two cameras, so i agreed. b likes to take his camera everywhere with him, and takes crazy random pictures. i've noticed that he has a real gift for capturing me in the most unflattering moments. it's made me wonder if i've become significantly uglier since turning 30. yesterday b brought over his camera so we could transfer custody of it. this morning before work i happened to notice it sitting on my desk (in it's super awesome camera case), so i picked it up and snapped a few photos. what i discovered was rather alarming.... i think it's the camera that takes unflattering photos of me, it wasn't brendan's photography after all! this is alarming because it's highly possible that all my vacation photos in sunny, beautiful cuba will be ruined by my face. i've decided to take my kodak camera with me just in case.

i love that it's within our ability to decide what our story will be. i like that we are our own storytellers. we can't control all elements of the story, but we can change the affect those things have on our lives. so we have to ask ourselves "what do i want my story to be?" and then work towards it. maybe the hardest part is deciding on the path, and the actual journey is much easier. it's good to know that we have choices, we're not completely the product of our environments. i know the story i want to tell, now i just need to live it.

I let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees


 

 

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