Swamplands

Swamps have a reputation of being unproductive land that cannot be easily utilized for absolutely anything, and maintain a relatively low land value.

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“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
E. B. White, 1976

Good morning.
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fromageetalpinisme:

“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”

E. B. White, 1976

Good morning.

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When I get back to Visalia, I’m renewing my Sequoia National Parks pass. I need to be up there more often.  View high resolution

When I get back to Visalia, I’m renewing my Sequoia National Parks pass. I need to be up there more often. 

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This is what emotions sound like. 

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the blog, the re-blog, & my blog.

There’s a difference between blogging and re-blogging. I’ve noticed (and follow) several blogs that re-blog from different blogs (huh?). The ones I follow tend to have the same taste in art and style that I too would love to share with fellow bloggers, but in hindsight, I feel personally that this would be a big waste of my time, not that I don’t have any. 

I haven’t kept up with this blog mostly because I have nothing “fresh” to post, which would be my own photography and other random postings. But basically, I’m just fucking lazy.

About a month or two ago, I borrowed two 35mm cameras from my boyfriend and decided, hey, this will give me some initiative to get back to what I like to do. So far, I’m still in the middle of my first roll. 

I don’t know what it is. Lack of subjects? Lack of enthusiasm? No motivation? A combination of everything. I also tend to start projects in my head that seem to never get started, or I update or follow up on, and thus turn immobile. Such as this blog…

It was also about a month or two ago that I wanted to start a photo project revolved around the town of Ivanhoe. Why Ivanhoe? Because I know no one else will ever give so much attention to it. Too many people I know that live there loathe it. This is also the reason why I chose “Swamplands” as the title for this blog, to find some value in places and subjects that would otherwise be unvalued. I guess this project will answer that question, if it ever gets started…

And although this hangover is not going anywhere anytime soon, I need to get started on this shit. Let’s start with finishing that $8 400 black and white roll. 

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Todd McLellan - Disassembled Pentax Camera

Camera-kaze.

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"So you’re gonna be stuck here?"

asked Alyssa, after I told her I’m not transferring out to another college this coming fall. 

Yes, I am staying here. But, really, what’s the rush? 

Every now and then, I get status updates from my friends on Facebook proclaiming to the whole world, “I got in (fill in university far, far away from here)!” or “Yes, I’m moving out of this nowhere town!” (or the latest, “Just got back in town. I’ll give it a day or two until I’m sick of it…I miss you LOMA!”).

Suffice it to say, I’m crushed. But it’s a bittersweet kind of crushed, when I know that at least the In N Out drive thru will run smoother, or when I know the mall will be at least half empty (not that I’ve been there in the past months…).

I find that most people, college students in particular, are really looking forward to paying that oh-so-darling loft overlooking the city, or the bumper to bumper traffic along the deconstructed and reconstructed 405. 

I’m sure there is joy found in all of those (albeit, I am very anticipated too). But for now, I think I can handle this Central Valley at least for another year, before, you know, “The Big Move”.

Because the only traffic out here are those damn tractors. 

Here are a couple of photos that I also took last week. Most of my pictures will have my little sister in them. She’s pretty much my only model that I can work with 24/7. I was looking for a nice place to take pictures of the beautiful weather and its autumn leaves, before they were blown away from the winter weather.

So, I didn’t keep my promise from my last post. BUT, here it is, at last.

Last Monday, I attended a show with Vampire Weekend, a four-member “pop-punk” group (I’m not sure if that’s their genre, but in this day and age, almost anything is a genre) that played at the Cellar Door in Visalia, a 21 and over lounge-turned-music-venue that a lot of hipsters (which apparently I was labeled one today by my managing editor ((Alyssa)) and movie critic/podcaster ((Rudy)) ) attend to.

The day of the show, I had in mind of just hangin’ around the entrance at a close eye from the bouncer, as I’ve done hundreds of times in the past. It’s kind of pathetic, but my buddies and I (a little crew called Los Chonchables) have done for several years, rain, shine or freezing. Those are some good bands Aaron Gomes and his crew The Sound & Vision Foundation has booked.

ANYWAYS, what I had in mind that day was to watch them from the outside, because frankly I did not have 20 bucks (I became poor after buying this MacBook) and I was under 21. But that day, I just HAD TO TRY ANY POSSIBLE MEANS OF GETTING IN. Which came to this idea: I would use my mother’s driver’s license and (try) to dress up like a 40 year old woman. I had mentioned to my mom earlier that day that that particular band was going to play at that place, and, having listened to their first album only once, she really wanted to go.

So that made two of us that night, and the plan was now that I would “dress up” like my mom (which is kinda hard after being mistakenly called “sisters” dozens of times in the past), use her ID, and in turn, she would use her passport at a later time after I got in, that was only IF I was able to “sneak” in.

I left wearing a black turtle neck, this brown faux-fur vest thing, a pair of jeans and some grey pointed flats. I was contemplating of wearing sunglasses (typical of me to wear at night) but the bouncer has always seen me with (night) sunglasses, so I figured he wouldn’t recognize me without them on….we left that night with many “what if’s” and “what am I doing’s” and “this is so lames”, or at least I did. My mom didn’t worry so much; she was planning on going anyway.

We got to entrance, and Paul (the same guy who has been taking my five bucks every time I’ve gone to Howie and Son’s for the past five years) didn’t even check my ID. That was extremely weird, considering he has kicked out a couple of buddies and me out from that place before. Later that day, my friend who was in Fresno at the time (who was contemplating of going to the show and planning to stand outside but didn’t) received a message on MySpace from Aaron Gomes, telling her that she was able to get in and to call him. She was very sorry she didn’t get in…

So ANYWAYS, THE POINT IS, I GOT IN AND THESE ARE TEN (the limit on here I guess) OF DOZENS OF PICTURES I TOOK AT THE VAMPIRE WEEKEND SHOW AT THE CELLAR DOOR, NOVEMBER 9, 2009 WITH MY DAD’S/MOM’S/KIND OF MINE CANON REBEL.

There you go. I’ll go ahead and also post some more pictures that I took that week, which includes more from that show, my mother’s birthday (the day after the show, which was considered her birthday present from me, which worked out surprisingly well) and couple of shots I took of my little sister next to the St. John’s river in Visalia (I was looking for a good place to take pictures of this beautiful fall weather, and I had found the perfect place).

(I may or may not post them tonight.)

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