For most people it’s easier to share thoughts on social networks or blogs than to sit down and have a face to face conversations with another person. It’s so much more private to write all the things we think, telling it all to a white screen, “no one reads this anyway, right.” Then we want to meet our virtual friends or talk to them on the phone and HOLY SHIT there’s a real person on the other end of that phone….TALK.ING!!!
SOME ONE IS TALKING BACK TO ME!
What do I do?
Why am I so nervous?
Are they going to find my voice annoying? Will they think I’m as funny in “real life” because OMG, I’m going to be TALKING to a real person. EEK. The thought scares the crap out of me.
As I sit here and think, I can say I feel the strongest bond with my online friends who’ve I actually talked to on the phone, Skype or in person. Suddenly a whole new dimension is added to the person when you hear a voice or see their mannerisms. It all becomes another piece of the puzzle the brain uses to build a “real image” in our minds of who someone is. Even friends who I haven’t seen in 20+ years, when I read their FB status or blogs, I feel like I can picture them more clearly in their words. I enjoy getting to know all my virtual friends (and those of you I see in person) through blogs and social networks but I also would love to meet you in person someday.
The crazy thing about a meetup is, I’m an introvert. *gasp* I can hear some people who know me saying, “WTH, no you aren’t!” I can talk about almost any topic but I have a hard time starting a conversation. Reaching out to START talking to someone new is hard for me, I over analyze what I want to say, how I’m going to say it and what to do if there is an awkward silence. There have been times I’ve been called a snob or stuck up when really I’m not at all, I just have hard times in large groups of people. The thought of going to parties stresses me out, even if I enjoy the people attending, it’s all overwhelming to me. Small social gatherings are so much more pleasant for me. When I do have to attend a function with large amounts of people I have to put my game face on, I fake it until I make it. Really, I do.
Why do I share this with you? I know many people are the same way…they have a hard time reaching out but know you’re not alone. Feel free to send an email or start a conversation on twitter or FB. Heck you can even call me if you feel like it, I won’t bite… if you’re lucky you’ll hear me telling me kids to quiet down. Always the professional. Someday, I hope to meet everyone in person.
Inspiration song: Cough Syrup by Young the Giant
ps. Feels like I’ve had a cough forever. It all started last September, then just as it was going away after Christmas I get another cold! UGH! Be happy you are sitting on that side of the screen, not that I’m contagious…it’s just a dry irritating cough.
xo
Kim
Last month Anne, from the Impossible Project, emailed and asked if the girls would be interested in writing a story about a Turtle and a Whale to help announce two camera’s they were selling. I asked the girls and they were excited to write a story!! Pictures were drawn and story’s written, the only help was with spelling and some punctuation. The story’s were faxed and the anticipation began. H. came home from school every day and asked, “Did we win?” She couldn’t wait to find out if she was going to get her own Polaroid. Then one day a package arrived….
What could it be? from Kim Unscripted
I’ll admit, I tried my best not to laugh at H. opening the package. R. doesn’t show her excited like mini me does, but I know she was super excited to get her own Polaroid camera. Here are the first few images they took themselves (after getting a mini lesson on how to load and use the film.)
Do you want to learn how to take pictures using a vintage camera? What’s more fun than watching your image develop before your eyes, it’s like Christmas with every click!! If you have an old Polaroid sitting in your house, been wanting to learn how to use instant film this is for you, or simply just want to to try something new this year:
This Spring I plan on holding an Instant Film Workshop for kids ( 5 yr older) with parents who want to explore learning about using the new Impossible film and the joy of taking pictures. The workshop will only last 2-2.5 hrs and will be outside. The cost is $50/family to cover 2 packs of film for each family. Space is limited due to cameras, which I will provide to use during the session. You will walk away from the workshop with your pictures in hand, and hopefully a new hobby you and your child will enjoy for may years to come. If interested send me an email, via the contact form on the right, with thoughts/questions. I will post an official announcement post in a few weeks.
xo
Kim
So far each week the title for my posts has been based on songs I’ve heard at some point during the week. It’s a song which sparks an idea or one with lyrics I can’t stop thinking about. This week while I was brainstorming ideas the song Who I am by Jessie J had sparked a few ideas, then I went to church. Not to get all religious on everyone, but the Priest in our church invited us to spend time this week reflecting upon one of the readings/gospel or ask ourselves “what are you looking for?” The first reading was 1 Sm 3:3b-10, 19, where Samuel learned to hear the Lord calling his name. I thought, “hmm, taking time to listen to God is something I already do in my life, this will be easy.” I walked out of church and went on with my day.
Monday rolls around and Hands by Jewel plays on the radio…*light bulb moment*…A photo idea sprang into my mind, a picture of my hands. My hands are the size of a young girl, so the lines in the song “My hands are small, I know but they’re not yours, they are my own” I instantly connected to the song. While editing, I kept listening to the song and new ideas formed resulting in the final image above.
In life there are good days and there are bad days. There are days we want to save the world and feel like we could actually do it!! For myself, I want to know when I leave this planet I made a difference to someone, in some way. This song reminds me even though I am only one person, I am one person with a strong faith in God and one who can make a difference.
Hands Lyrics:
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we’re all OK
And not to worry ’cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won’t be made useless
I won’t be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn’t steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn’t ever after
We’ll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what’s right
‘Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s mind
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s heart
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s eyes
We are God’s hands
We are God’s hands
xo
Kim
“Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.” ~Rumi
I need to be better at writing my thoughts down. There was this grand idea in my mind to write about desires we all have, how we express or hide those desires… yet after two days of staring at this post my original thoughts escape me. When I took the photo, I was thinking about how I don’t normally see myself as a sensual woman. Most of the time, I feel like a tomboy who is trying to pretend to be a woman by wearing makeup and nice clothes. BUT….but every now and then I want to feel like a woman, someone who is pretty and desired by the opposite sex.
*gasp*
Does this make me seem promiscuous?
We all have desires. By definition a desire is to long or hope for or to express a wish for. Some choose to hide their hopes/dreams while some are open about them. There is nothing wrong with having certain desires, it’s what motivates you to do what you do, to be who you were meant to be. My 52 week project is about stripping off the layers and learning more about myself so I’m going to share some of my desires:
- To be loved, truly and madly loved. Maybe I’m foolish, but I think it’s something everyone should feel. To have someone who adores me enough to make the big gestures, to say no matter how hard they are push away they will stay, who makes me feel beautiful everyday, someone who will say it’ll be o.k. (yes I’m married, but if you are married you understand being married isn’t a movie and life get’s in the way, habits and conflicts form.)
- To be understood. I’ve written about this before but my way of thinking isn’t in literally terms. My thoughts are analogies. I see the cup as always full even when 1/2 empty, but not everyone does and this can cause confusion in those who don’t think the same way.
- To be a child again. To laugh uncontrollably at the innocence of life, without worry of what’s going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, or a few years from now. While being an adult solves a lot of the child like desires, being an adult and more so a parent carries a lot of weight on one’s shoulders. Every choice made is not for one person anymore, there are rewards/consequences for the children too.
- To travel. Oh my goodness, to travel freely and experience the world. Sitting here now this very thought excites and terrifies me all at the same time.
- To be completely honest. Over the past few years, I’ve had to open my eyes to a lot of truths about myself and how others view me. It’s funny to hear how others view you, many times what they think is completely so off the wall it makes you laugh other times it makes you look deep inside and admit they were right. Either way I want to know I was honest to myself.
- To be successful with my photography. Here is the kicker though….I know I’m not good being “number 1″ so honestly this desires is futile in my eyes. I can be anyone’s number 2 person. I can be the best number 2 person there is but to be the number 1 person with all eyes on me, i stress out and shut down. Hey but at least I’m being honest about it.
- To be carefree and irresponsible. I’ve always been the dependable person, the person to so the right thing all the time. I try not to disappoint someone else because I didn’t follow thru on my end of the deal. Why? Because I don’t want it to happen to me. I want to know there are people I can fully depend upon, to know their word means they will be something. Yet, time and again I am disappointed and so I want to be as carefree and irresponsible as everyone else is with me….this doesn’t mean I will be, it’s what I want though. See how responsible I am.
- Finally, to die knowing I lived the best life I could. When I turned 36yr old, I like to say I had my mid-life crisis. I took a long hard look at where and who I was and wasn’t happy. Over the past three years, I’ve slowly been making changes to make who I feel I am on the inside and who I am on the outside be more cohesive. NOT that I was ever being fake before, I simply refrained from thinking, saying, or doing what I wanted for the sake of what other people may think. Today, I’m at a point in my life where I can post a photo, like above, and see everything I’m insecure about, yet still see all the good things I see about myself.
So there you have a few of my personal desires. I truly believe by sharing what we think and how we feel with others do we not only learn about ourselves but we feel somewhat validated to know we aren’t alone. Life is a journey and it’s always more fun to travel with friends. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.
xo
Kim
For the past few months I’ve been showing off my questionable film shots and while I have three four rolls of film waiting to be mailed off to Old School Photo Lab, I decided to write a post about what happens before the shot it. Well guess what, that thought lasted until I started writing it. Yes, I took a bunch of photos of my camera’s to discuss my film process then my mind went blank.
[Blank]
Blogging is like looking down into the viewfinder of the camera. There are days when the creative thoughts flow free then there are days when it’s a blank canvas. I give a lot of credit to those who blog so well because it’s a job in itself; at least the blogs which make you want to keep on reading. For myself, I enjoy reading the blog post with honesty written all over them. You know the post where you think “OMG, I can’t believe they have enough confidence to write this!” Then you laugh and feel like you aren’t alone in the world… there are other people who think and feel the same as you! *HALLELUJAH* I love those blogs.
When R. was first born I used to read a blog almost daily, the name escapes me now but I laughed and wanted to cry at her posts. Today, Ryan Marshall is one of my favorite bloggers and makes me want to blog. His posts are open and honest and refreshing to read the ups and downs of his life. (not to mention he is a fabulous photographer/videographer.) Check out his blog if you haven’t already the link to the Panic Room is on the side bar.
I know this is technically my “business” blog, but I find I want to explore less business related topics and more life moments. In many ways that is my business, right? Families hire me because they want photos of their life. Some families want only the happy moments, others want whatever happens. Unscripted moments is about capturing all the moments which come our way, so I figure why not blog about the unscripted moments in my life. I want to write about my eclectic life so that maybe you will be inspired in your own way and hopefully do something to inspire someone else. Let’s hope, I won’t have to many brain farts like this post though.
ps. I ate a cookie I did not plan on eating while writing this…. The hazards of blogging.
xo
Kim
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