Beauty At Its Finest

I am not a fan of the term “ugly“. Yes, I am guilty for having said the word, just like everyone else. However, as I have gotten older, I do not see the need for such a word.

I don’t think I can look at a person and think he or she is ugly.  Honestly, I think that the majority of people have a good heart. I love observing people’s personalities.  And from my observations I have found that if one is truly a rude person, their pessimism shines through 90 percent of the time.

The personality reflects the beauty behind the physical. The quality of the human heart is more important than a pretty face and an empty head.

Haha, oh, goodness! Look at me throwing these cliches around. Forgive me, I just wanted to express my feelings on this subject. And for more expression, below is a video of my freinds and family and their opinons on beauty.  Enjoy. : )


The Beach, My Sanctuary.

San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua

I took this photo in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua

The beach is a tranquil place. The ocean’s salty ocean breeze, the smell of the sea and the coolness of the wind all adds to the beach’s refreshing and relaxing atmoshphere.

I have layed on white sands and have snorkled among tropical fish that live in the Caribbean’s colorful reef.  I have stood on top of large cliffs, looking down at waves breaking against the rocks.  I have swam in the pacfic ocean in mid-fall with nothing but a swimsuit! Crazy, huh? But my body quickly numbs to the chilled winds and ocean waters.

I go to the beach to be present. It is a place where I do not have to ponder over the worries of life, plans for tomorrow or the happenings of yesterday.

Me, running.

My mom snapped this photo of me running on one of  Oregon’s beaches.  I am dressed for the city with my sleek black boots, white fashonable coat and my coffee.  Maybe I should actually be running to catch the subway…haha. The coast is always a familiar place, a sanctuary of peace, regardless of where I am.

Memories and Photography

I recently came across pictures I took from  my high school photography class. I was surprised that some of the photos I had taken were actually decent shots.

I took the photography class my freshman year in high school.  For class projects I captured many photos of my family and friends and took lots of pictures with my supposedly love-of-my-life sophomore boyfriend.


I shot and edited these photos above of my seven year old sister drawing with chalk.  This was a regular activity she loved to do.  She is  now 12 years old and enjoys drawing and painting.

Mom and Sister

This photo is of my mom and my 9 year old sister.  This photo reflecets my mom’s nurturing and loving nature.


This photo is of mine and my boyfriend’s hands.  One can only guess why I took this picture! Oh, puppy love.

These pictures remind me of my life from my freshman year in high school.  I didn’t take away many technical details on photography from my photography class, but realized that I love taking photos to document life experiences.  When I look at a photo of a memory from years past, it brings back the feelings and emotions I felt in that moment.  It’s a magical thing.

Beginning Photography

I am newly adjusting to a professional photography camera that has lots of functions used for capturing photos.  I was out in my college’s garden the other day with my friend, Conner, attempting to play around with the cameras functions for the first time.

Well, Conner had a brilliant idea for the first photo: capture the dancing white seeds in the air while he blew them off the dandelion seed head.  Here are the photos:  (Note: The dandelion in each photo is not the same one.)


I attempted to play around with the shutter speed and tried to set the camera to take three photos in a row, so I could capture the white seeds as they were blown off the dandelion.  I couldn’t get either function to work correctly.   On the bright side we got some good shots of plants and other interesting objects in the garden.


In this photo I focused in on the dead flower using the macro setting and zoom function.  I tried using the aperture tool to focus in on the object but it was difficult to use.


This photo is of one of the few statues in my college’s garden.  This wooden and metal figure was possibly constructed by someone in the art department at my college. I used the the auto setting on the camera to capture this photo.

A Child’s Memory from the Attack on 9/11

I woke up to my mom crying and holding me tightly on Sept. 11, 2001.  I was nine years old when the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center occurred. Even though I was young and had no idea what the World Trade Center was, I remember feeling sad for all the people that were killed in the attack. I was also terrified to go to school because I thought bad people were going to fly a plane into my classroom.

My friend, Jermaine, shared with me his experience from the terrorist attack on 9/11. In this audio clip Jermaine describes how he felt the ground shake when planes flew into the buildings on the morning of 9/11 and he describes his experience when he visited Ground Zero three years later.

This is map is a visual of the distance from Dayton, Ohio to Lower Manhattan in New York City where Ground Zero is located.

Evidence on the ground shaking when the attack occured is scarce and hard to find, but an 8 year old boy’s memory of his experience during the 9/11 attack could be more than real to him. However, this video provides other testimony of the ground shaking when the towers were hit.

The attack on the World Trade Center lives forever in the history of the United States as a day of tragedy and loss, but since then America has made great over comings. One day I plan to visit Ground Zero and pay my my respects to the people who lost their lives in the attack on 9/11.