A while back, I visited my dear friend Mariella at her place of work and residence at Rockhill Creamery in Richmond. It was so neat. And I have a ton of great photos. Stay tuned.
Behold, a portrait of my pops.
My dad has been a photographer for quite some time and has always been behind the camera, not in front. But slowly and surely, I'm kicking him out of his spot. He let me take a picture of him the other day with some strobists--key word being "let." He never lets me take pictures of him. Never. So, I was quite ecstatic that I finally got the chance to take a decent photo of this guy. Because I love my old man. And I don't know anyone that doesn't.
I love this place and I miss it every day. I got to know dimensions and parts of myself that I never knew existed and I learned more about myself, human kind, patience, and charity in those few short months than I have in most of my lifetime. A part of my heart will always be in there in that quaint city with those orphans.
En mi corazon para siempre.
To see my posts about Ecuador, click here.
In order to make me feel more grateful for my current situation in life and to try to appease the obsessive planning part of me, I'm writing a post about work. So bare with me.
I love working. I always have and I hope I always will. It makes me feel productive, independent and like an adult. And while most feelings that I associate with being an adult scare the crap out of me, this feels good. I've always had mini goals about different jobs and occupations I'd love to do like a movie critic, librarian, Sting's back-up singer, nude photographer, perfume/cologne sniffer, cartographer, part-time antique collector/hoarder, host of "Whose Line is it Anyway?" and the person who names nail polishes.
Because frankly, the idea of committing to one job for 30+ years sounds absolutely horrific to me.
Lucky for me, I got to check off one of these goals this year. I've been working at the art museum on campus for a few months and I couldn't be happier about it. and my days are made all the better when I get to hear things like this:
Coworker 1: Ugh, this lady in the tour I was giving just grabbed one of the sculptures! It was so strange. I mean, there is a sign right in front of it that clearly states, "Do not touch."
Coworker 2: Did you then grab her breast so she could understand the level of inappropriateness?
Art jokes. Ahaha.
P.S. Last night, I went to my African dance for 1.5 hours and then went roller skating for 2.5 hours. Ask me how bad my joints hurt right now. My joints hurt so bad right now.
This blog is one of the craziest photo blogs I've seen in quite some time. It's full of strange images and scenarios that were captured on Google Street View. I had a hard time wrapping my brain around how many crazy scenarios that were photographed completely by chance. It's so surreal and insane to see that this is the real world that we live in--glaciers, pranksters, death, poverty, a preacher, war, jungles, Disneyland, sex, criminals--this is us. And these things are happening right now. In our world.
(Just a note; the blog might be NSFW for some!)