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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Something Creative

I've always known that I was going to end up doing something creative.

When, at the age of four, I was first asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I stated, in a rather matter-of-fact way, "I'm going to be an artist."

Throughout the years, my vision of art changed. At first, I was fascinated with painting - any kind of painting. (Finger paints, especially. Hey, I was only four.) Then, after entering kindergarten and learning to read, I became enthralled with books. Writing, to be exact. The written word held for me so many possibilities. I was enchanted with the prospect of designing worlds, creating people and actually directing their lives... The freedom to experience anything I wanted just by simply writing it down on a piece of paper and re-reading it was thrilling to me. I was five when I wrote my first story - an achingly short, albeit endearing tale - about a young bird and his desire to leave his nest and explore the world beyond. Granted, the manuscript (and I use that term loosely) contained more pictures than words, but I snapped it together in a three ring binder and felt a sense of accomplishment nonetheless.

So it's always been there. At the very core of my being. Embedded deep within my DNA. Running rampant through my veins. Pottery, sculpting, writing, painting, comedy, woodworking, sketching, fashion design... There was even a brief couple of years, between the ages of twelve and fourteen, when I swore to anyone who would listen that, someday, I was going to work in the animation department at Disney. I'd even drawn up several full-feature story lines which, to this day, I still secretly dream about submitting. (Wow, did I really just let that slip??)

Er - what was I talking about again?? Anyhoo...

Photography came to me much later in life. I'd always admired photographers, and sought to take the best photo that I could whenever I took a picture. (I had album upon album filled with photographs of random people, places, and things.) Yet, with as many pictures as I took, I never entertained the idea of actually becoming a photographer. While a career at Disney seemed completely possible - if not probable - a career in photography seemed far-fetched and out of reach.

Up until now, photography had always been just a hobby - an extremely fun, passion-filled hobby. But a hobby nevertheless.

And then, about six years ago, Chris proposed. With full on bride-brain, I began to devour wedding sites: various florists, bakers, dress makers, and... Photographers. Before long, I realized that I was more fascinated with the photographs themselves - the lighting, the depth, the unique point of view, the raw emotion caught within the frame - than I was with what the bride was wearing or how the bridesmaid dresses looked. I was no longer looking at photographs to get inspiration for my own wedding. I was looking at photographs and becoming inspired.

Still, it wasn't until several years ago that I actually began to comtemplate the idea of becoming a photographer. And it was still quite a while after that that I even began to envision myself as one. But slowly, day by day, month by month, photograph after photograph, that vision began to solidify until, eventually, I sucked up the courage and took that courageous leap of unyielding faith. A leap that now allows me to boldly state (with the sort of matter-of-fact certainty that would have made my four year-old self proud) that, yes, I am a photographer.

And just what has that leap of faith entailed? Well, for starters, on June 30th I quit my job. I left the world of veterinary medicine and have now taken on - in every, way, shape, and form - the role of photographer. No longer am I a veterinary technician who is just dabbling in the art of photography. I am not, anymore, a caged soul searching for a way to live more creatively in the few free hours I have between shifts.

I have found my creativity. I have found my path. I have found my calling.

Right now, as I type this, a smile is slipping across my face. A giddy smile that I couldn't hold back even if I wanted to. Today, I write with conviction and faith... I am an artist.



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"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."
-- Pablo Picasso

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Just Because I Can...

He hates the camera.

So in order to get a photo of Chris, I have to be sneaky. Stealthy. And quick.

This is the type of image I get when he thinks I'm pointing the camera at someone / something else:





And this... This is the look I get when he figures out what I'm up to:



Ah, marriage. There's never a dull moment. :)

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"I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life."
-- Rita Rudner

Monday, July 12, 2010

Kyle & Cassandra: Engagement

Passionate. Energetic. Fun. Silly. Lively. Spirited. Frisky.

Each and every one of those words fit Kyle and Cassandra to a T.

They have one month together before Kyle heads back to
Bahrain, and they're not wasting one single second of it.

Vaca to Vegas? Check. Saturday evening dinner cruise? Check. Invigorating, giggle-inducing play-date on the mega trampolines at
Sky High Sports? Check. Trip to Idaho?? Check.

Engagement photo shoot? Double check!













































































Thank you, Kyle, for not only a great shoot, but for serving our country as well. And Cassandra - thank you for giving me a glimpse into your wonderful relationship... And for being - yes - super photogenic. :)

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"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly."
-- Rose Franken

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Sneak Peek: Cassandra & Kyle :)



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"You know it's love when you want to keep holding hands even after you're sweaty."
-- Anonymous

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Yes...

... I'm one of those girls. :)



** Happy 4th! :)

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"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV."
-- Jacob Black (Eclipse)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Cloudy Day at the Beach

I adore rainy days. Always have. So it's no surprise that our move to the Seattle area was - and still is - a complete dream come true for me. And, needless to say, after three and a half years of the characteristic on-again off-again wet stuff, I'm still hooked.

Obviously my mental stability has been questioned numerous times. (Mostly by folks who prefer to spend their days underneath a glaringly bright sun.) And no matter how much I try to impress upon them the fact that rainy days are what you make of 'em, they don't believe me. They grimace, shake their heads, and proceed to inform me that I'm completely, totally, and one hundred percent crazy.

But I take it all in stride. If being completely, totally, and one hundred percent crazy allows me to wake up and greet cloudy, rainy days with a smile, then so be it.

I wouldn't have it any other way. :)






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"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."
-- Maya Angelou

All About Pets :)



* Click here to see more of Jake... :)


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"Lots of people talk to animals.... Not very many listen, though.... That's the problem."
-- Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

Thursday, June 17, 2010

I Appreciate: Bookstores

When I was younger, I would get lost in bookstores. Back in the late 80's and early 90's, Walden Books was the "it" spot for book nerds in my hometown, and every time I went to the mall, I spent at least an hour (usually more) in that store. Barely bigger than a shoebox, it was filled to the brim with books, magazines, newspapers... Floor to ceiling and wall to wall - every square inch was covered in the literay word. It was my heaven. My little oasis away from the chaos and angst of typical pre-teen / teenage life. Every time I walked into that store, smelled the paper and book binding, I could feel my blood pressure drop.

And today, years later, I can still walk into a bookstore and feel that instant happiness. When I'm in a bookstore, I breathe easier. My heart beats lighter. My shoulders feel weightless. The minute I pass through the doors, time stops, worries dissolve, and every thought I have vibrates with possibility.


Needless to say, I spend a lot of time in bookstores.

So today I appreciate bookstores because, well, they make me happy. And that alone is enough of a reason to appreciate, don't you think?


What do you appreciate today? :)





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"I get crazy in a bookstore. It makes my heart beat hard because I want to buy everything."
-- Reese Witherspoon

Monday, June 14, 2010

All About Babies



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A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.
-- Anonymous

Monday, June 7, 2010

Play :)

Blowing bubbles in a field on a bright, sunny morning is perhaps the simplest yet most delicious form of play... :)




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"Play is the only way the highest intelligence of humankind can unfold."
-- Joseph Chilton Pearce

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Appreciating Cancer

Cancer equals bliss.

What?!

No. Seriously... What?!

Just give me a minute and let me explain.

Every once and a while, I get stir crazy. Okay, okay. More than once and awhile, according to Chris. (Oy, what that man doesn't put up with!) I have so many dreams. Big ones, super-big ones, super-big-seemingly-unrealistic ones, small ones, tiny ones, and seriously-you're-so-out-there ones. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on the day, really) I believe that these dreams - no matter how big, small, or seemingly unrealistic they be - are absolutely, one hundred percent achievable. And that's a good thing, right? So much faith. So much trust. So much believing and knowing in the magic of the Universe and my Higher Self...

But then, every so often, Impatience strikes. Yes, I want to go to Jamaica - and I want to go now. Sure, a week-long boat trip to Roche Harbor sounds divine - and I want to go now. Yes, those Frye boots are absolutely the coolest things I've ever seen (despite their $388 price tag) - and I want them now.

And, in my impatience, I forget to value the present moment. To count all the wonderful, over-the-top, out-of-this-world blessings that I have now. A pleasant night at home watching the usual re-runs while sipping a cup of tea? Boring. An afternoon spent cleaning and puttering around our apartment? Been there, done that. A Saturday where the only trip we make is to the grocery store? Hardly exciting.

At least, that's the way I feel when I come down with a case of Impatience.

Yesterday we found out that Dehlia has cancer. One of her lovable lumps (as we've always referred to them as) is a Mast Cell Tumor. We've only done a needle biopsy so far, so we don't know what stage it's in. As it's a fairly new lump (her others are just fatty bumps) and hasn't changed in size or shape since we first noticed it, we're holding faith that it is just a stage one and can be completely taken care of with surgery. (It's scheduled for tomorrow.)

Last night, after a few tears, hugs, and worst-case-scenario indulgences, Chris and I put our heads back on straight, sat down on the couch, and returned our attention to the positive. Sitting next to Dehlia, we felt our hearts soar while watching Abraham, laughed along with Seinfeld, Rules of Engagement, and Wings, and finally sat on the edge of our seats in nail biting anticipation during Happy Town. At the end of the evening, as we laid in bed, I realized with a pleasant shudder that we had just had the perfect night. That, all dreams aside, there was no place else I would have rather been. Nothing else I would have rather done. Last night, cancer helped me to appreciate my life as it is right now. It helped me to live in the moment.

And cancer will continue to help me remember what is important.

Why is it that we really only appreciate what we have when it's in danger of being taken away from us? And I'm not referring to a person, an animal, or a thing. I'm talking about our Now. Our present moment. Our lives as they are at this very second...

Honestly, I don't know. And, at the moment, I don't care to spend the time to try to figure it out. I'm just going to sit here with Dehlia, rest my hand on her back, and feel her breathe.





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"I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that."
-- W. Dayton Wedgefarth