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Framers Friday: Anthropomorphism


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This picture managed to get into the Committee picks where 52 photos selected each week by their “Whittling Committee.”  I’m am absolutely shocked!

Note: This challenge is week 40 of the year. To see all the submissions, including mine, go here.  Warning! There are 630 pictures in this album.  A person can only submit one picture for the week. This means 630 people participated this week.  By the way, there are some awesome pictures in that album!

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Uncategorized · Writing

Write 31 Days: Door (Day 11)

If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.
~ Milton Berle ~

You can’t knock on opportunity’s door and not be ready.
~ Bruno Mars ~

I’ve been doing a lot of pondering and thinking of late.  Sometimes, it drives me batty at how much I ruminate.  I can scare myself to death. Well, I’m kidding here because obviously, I’m still alive.  Borrowing trouble doesn’t do you any favors but being proactive may do some good.

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I stopped at a gas station one day many years ago. The man tending the cash register was a guy I knew from a Christian Student Union I frequented in my early college days.  He graduated and left a year or so before I dropped out of college back in 1987.   I was surprised to see him behind a cash register.  He tried hard to find a job in the career he wanted, gave up and ended up working at a gas station.  He worked hard and eventually became the manager of that gas station.

Life doesn’t always bring you what you sought.  A college degree doesn’t always guarantee you the job and career you want.  You can pursue something with all your might and never get to achieve the ends.  The door is closed to you.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my own life.  What would I do should there ever be the need for me to bring home the bacon.  I absolutely have no clue.

I’m pursuing the things I love doing.  I’m working hard at what I set out to do. But, could I make a career out of writing? photography?  At this moment, I’d say no.  And, my college degree may be worthless considering I haven’t kept my foot in the door of the programming world.

Some days I get to ruminating and borrowing trouble when none exists.  I get to be filled up with anxiety, worry, and concern about the future.  I have no skills to speak of and that is scary.  What will I do?  What do I want to do?  How can I get prepared in case I need to force a door open in a harsh world?

It’s not as simple as asking.  Yes, God will help and guide you; but, you can’t expect it to fall into your lap doing nothing.  You have to do the work and keep seeking for openings and knocking on all the potential doors.

Even after all that, I may have to build a door of my own.  This final scenario scares the crap out of me.  But, it is also what I think will happen most. Could I be my own boss, work hard and be successful? And, what would I be doing?

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FYI: I did return to the University 2003 part-time and graduated in 2006 with a BS degree in computer science.

Note: I desperately do not want to return to the rat race.  Society may be different now than back in the 90s.  They may be more accommodating and accepting of a person with an extreme hearing loss.   I honestly do not know.   The ADA requires employees to not discriminate against the deaf and disabled.  However, I dislike forcing a company to accommodate my needs just so that I can work.  I rather that they want me to work for them.  I sometimes secretly wish the company Dan works for had internships. His company is an awesome company to work for.  I’d most likely take a chance, and even do it for free, just to see what it’s like out there today.

Ask, and it shall be given you;
seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
~Jesus Christ, Matthew 7:7~

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Write 31 Days: How (Day 10)


Praying Mantis’ Ootheca

Earth without art is just eh
~ unknown ~
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There will be times when I am overwhelmed with great anxiety, sorrow, grief, etc., and etc. that I’d have to escape the house and just stand outside in our backyard.  I’d take in all the variety of wildflowers, butterflies and flying insects or watch a glorious sunset. For me, this is being still and knowing He is God.

“Stop and smell the roses” may be cliché. It’s about taking the time to view your world with different eyes.  You may miss the tiniest wildflower, connecting with another human, spying a Monarch butterfly, etc., and etc. from all the busyness of life.

I spied a gorgeous tiny Mantis’ Ootheca in a crepe myrtle tree when I took a break from a 52Frames challenge assignment.  I was thrilled by the discovery and it’s the second one I’ve found.

The smallest things in nature often settle me.   The opposite can be just as true.  Being on a beach and gazing out across the vast ocean gives me peace. The whole of the earth reminds me of how great my God is.divider-clipart-divider_line_med

♪♫ Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art  ♫♪

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Photography

Hee Haw Audition

Hey, Lee Ann. When does a joke become a Dad joke?

When it’s full groan!

I was working on a photography project. We were goofing around.  This was not the look I was going for but I love the picture.

This is one of Dan’s comments under the same picture on a different site:

I was actually singing the “Green Acres” theme song:

Greeeeen Acres is the place to be.
Faaaaarm livin’ is the life for me.
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide,
Keep Manhattan and give me that country side

….why do people start laughing every time I start singing? 

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Uncategorized · Writing

Write 31 Days: Inspire (Day 9)

The only photographer you should compare yourself to is the one you used to be.
~ unknown~

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When I first joined 52Frames back in June, I was excited, anxious, and nervous. It isn’t easy for me to join a community.  It isn’t easy for me to put myself out there in any shape or form and this includes writing. The 52Frames mission’s statement, “Consistency, Community, and Creativity” is what appealed to me.

In the beginning, seeing other people’s work made me feel a variety of emotions such as frustration and discouragement.    I didn’t feel like I could “compete” with the professionals in the group.  I felt discouraged and defeated.  As a result, I decided to not view other people’s work and just continue trying my best.

As time went on, I settled into a rhythm. I challenged myself to learn how to use the Photoshop Elements software. I researched many photography topics online. And, I eventually started viewing submissions again.   Seeing their work now inspires me to become better at my own.

You can look at others’ work and think to yourself, “”I’ll never be good enough” and be discouraged. Or, you can be motivated and challenge yourself to become a better photographer, writer, or whatever it is you’re pursuing.  It’s a choice albeit not an easy one. I made the choice to be inspired and continue the pursuit of becoming a better photographer.

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FYI: I am concentrating on consistency shots due to the fact learning Photoshop Elements is a higher priority for me at this moment.

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Write 31 Days: Comfort (Day 8)

I realize that the theme of the prompts is “my story”.  Well, as disjointed my writings seem to be, there is a common theme. It’s me.  Every piece makes up a part of me.  And hopefully, by the end of this month, you’ll have gotten to know me better.

divider-clipart-divider_line_medMy everyday clothes are not typical of many women.  I tend to throw on t-shirts and jeans shorts when I go out.  In the wintertime, it’s long-sleeved shirts and jeans.  For as long as I can remember, it’s been comfort over fashion.  I don’t even like heels. I preferred sneakers. If had I had to wear shoes, I wore flats or very low heels.

My husband and I went to a Fall Festival held on the grounds of a Catholic church  at a nearby city.    I have never gone before to one as they never appealed to me.  We went primarily for the local car show and tamales.  I love tamales and was craving some as I hadn’t had any for eons.

I didn’t even think about what I wore.    If I was going to a party, social event, etc., and etc., I’d dress up.  But, this was a Fall festival and I just assumed casual. Not a single woman, except for volunteers, was wearing a t-shirt at this event.  They all wore nice shirts/blouses and skirts/pants. Even the men seemed to a little dressed up.

I felt a little underdressed and out of place.   But, I was determined to get me some tamales!
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Uncategorized · Writing

Write 31 Days: Hope (Day 7)

We must accept finite disappointment; but, never lose infinite hope.
~ Martin Luther King, Jr. ~

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I adored getting brand new school supplies at the end of every summer.  It was a sign of a brand new year with new classmates and teacher.   I had hopes that it would be the year I’d gain friends.   And, my hopes would come crashing down within a day or two.  But every day was a new day, I still held onto hope. Year after year, this occurred. My hopes were fulfilled on the first day of sixth grade.

The flavor of getting brand new office supplies never disappeared in spite of dashed hopes. To this day, I’m an office supply junkie.  I adore pens and papers of all kinds.  They don’t have to be expensive to make me all giggly and happy.

Hope is a magical thing.  Hope keeps us moving and living.  Hope will eventually be fulfilled. Hope, to me, is akin to faith.  In simplistic terms, I have faith the sun will rise on a new day. I have hope that the day will be a good one.

My experience has been that there is, surprisingly, always hope.
Doctor Who, “Vincent and the Doctor” episode ~

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    To plagiarize an Abraham Lincoln quote:

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to
my true and rare friends,
Viola Mae (my Gram),
and
my Savior.

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