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. : )
Below is the first video clip I filmed and partially edited. Uploading and editing this small clip was a breeze for me because I have worked with video editing before. However, I was getting used to the video camera and stand, since I had not been in class to learn about the camera.
I figured out how to use the camera, mic and stand on my own! It took some experimenting, but I have always been good with technology.
The original video length of this clip was four minutes long. I watched the entire video a few tomes before editing it. Then I chose the best 30 second segment in the video that I liked the best and cut the rest out! Easy.
I chose to film my dog for this practice clip because he is entertaining and cute. Plus, who doesn’t love animals! He was easy to film and wasn’t self-conscious in front of the camera.
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.
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.
I enjoy capturing pictures of nature. I am fascinated by the intricate details and various designs and colors in nature that is apparent within a photos.
I took this photo with a professional camera. The photo on the left is good quality because the camera is, of course better quality.
This photo of the dandelion is not as good quality because I took it with my camera phone, which has only 8.0 megapixels. When I captured the picture of the flower on the right there was a shadow blocking the light. In both these photos above one can compare and contrast the shapes of the petals and the various details and designs in the grass.
I took this photo with the photography camera. The details of the rings in this peice of wood is what drew me to capture this picture. Observe the small bug near the edge of the wooden plank. There are specs of dirt and also one tiny water droplet on the dead leaf.
Capturing and observing these nature photos has opened my eyes to the patterns, designs and colors that make up the beauty world we live in. Photography is truly an amazing thing.
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.
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.
The Hanami festival is an old tradition in Japan stemming back to the feudal period. During this period aristocrats wrote poetry about the beauty of cherry blossoms and the flower was a representation for the samurais of the code they lived by.
I had a friend who visited Japan during the Hanami festival. (NOTE: Here is audio of my friend’s description about the beauty of the cherry blossoms.) He told me that the Japanese word Hanami means cherry blossoms: hana = blossoms and mi = see. The beautiful cherry trees are planted everywhere around Japan’s cities and buidings, temples and neighborhoods. Here is a photo of the light pink cherry blossom trees.
The Japanese celebrate Hanami by hosting viewing parties or picnics. At these picnics the people bring food and drinks, enjoy eachother’s comany, write potry and sing songs. In the U.S. there are Hanami festivals such as the one in Washington D.C.
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.