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26 Things: A Photographic Scavenger Hunt

This is a task that’s been on my “to-do list” for a long time — a very, very long time. I found this site years ago – http://sh1ft.org/ – which hosts photographic projects; I found a “26 things” one, wherein you’re given 26 words and are instructed to take a photo to represent each word.

Many years later, I’m finally tackling one of the projects. This one is a little different, as it has 13 items and asks that you take two photos for each word in a set list.

Obviously, it’s up to you, the photographer, to interpret each word and determine what kind of photo you want to take for that word. The two photos might be similar, or they may be at completely opposite ends of the spectrum (as with some of mine.) That being said, here’s mine!

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Book Review: “Wild,” Cheryl Strayed

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” – Mary Oliver, The Summer Day

I first picked up the book “Wild” probably about a year ago. I wanted to read it, but I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind at the time, didn’t have the time or effort to expend reading, really absorbing, the book. I wanted to give it the attention it deserved, so I put it back on the shelf and just now revisited it.

I devoured it in about a week’s time, though if I’d had more free time it would’ve been faster. It was honest, raw, heartbreaking, soul-cleansing. This book made me think, and sometimes the best books make you do that.

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Reflecting Back On The Year That’s Passed

With the beginning of each new year, I always like to take some time and look back at the year that’s just passed: what I accomplished, what I learned; where I succeeded or triumphed and where I may have failed. How I grew, or how I didn’t. I’ve always thought it was important to look back before you can look forward.

Overall, 2015 was a huge growth year for me, arguably the biggest growth year of my life thus far.

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25.

Here we are. Today is my 25th birthday – I’ve hit the quarter-century mark. Wow, even just typing that makes me feel old or something. But that’s besides the point; I always like birthdays, because it means that you’ve made it through another year. No matter what life threw at you – obstacles, challenges, difficulties – you made it through, and got to this point. And we do it over and over again.

With that, I want to reflect on the past year. It was a huge growth year for me, I think. A lot in my life changed in my 24th year. I got engaged after asking my then-boyfriend to marry me. I moved out on my own, out of my mother’s house. Even those two things on their own are pretty huge, and they only begin to slice the surface of the past year.

I opened my 24th year with my mother and boyfriend singing happy birthday to me over a cake near midnight. I worked that day, then went to Cracker Barrel for dinner. It started to snow as we left – seemingly harmless – but that would turn out to be Snowvember, where so much snow hit that there were driving bans and travel advisories. My birthday was a Monday, and that was the only day I ended up working that week. Instead, I spent the rest of those days cooped up with my mother and boyfriend watching all of the Harry Potter films. I can’t complain.

I got to see some pretty cool places over the past year, including my first-ever visit to Letchworth State Park, a place I’ve wanted to visit for years. I also visited Sodus Bay and Elmira for the first time, and added another Finger Lake (Keuka, in mid-winter) to my list. The standards Pittsburgh, Erie, Toronto, Rochester and Hamilton were in there too, as was a July trip to Muskoka that I really enjoyed.

I went to my first FC Buffalo soccer match, and my first Shakespeare in the Park. I saw a bunch of wonderful theatre shows: Motown, Chicago, Phantom of the Opera, Kinky Boots, Newsies and Matilda, all at Shea’s, plus “Let it Be” and Singin’ in the Rain. I saw my older nephew graduate from Pre-K, and my younger one start walking.

Honestly, I wanted to write more, but to sum it up: the past year was a huge one for me. I feel like I grew in so many different ways and I’m honestly excited to see what 25 has in store for me!

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Being a Story-Teller

Every day in our lives is an adventure. Every day comes with a story. Some aren’t great; I’m not sure how many people would be interested in hearing about how you went to work, got gas to fill up your car, ate dinner and went to bed, with pretty much the same routine every day. But sometimes there are stories that are different, stories that deserve, even demand, to be told.

One of these stories: how I asked my now-fiance, eventual husband (whoa, wait, that’s scary), to marry me.

I’m not going to tell it here, because this is neither the time nor the place for that. But I think it’s interesting that people can have these stories deep down that you may never know about, and then all of a sudden, one day, boom — they have a reason to tell it.

I went to visit my old boss at work a few days ago. He knew that I was engaged, but it had been a while since we’d gotten a chance to catch up. He asked me how my fiance did it and said something along the lines of “Now it’s your turn to plan the wedding since he planned the proposal!” and I got to say “Actually…………”

I fumbled with the story a little bit, because while I’ve told it a few times to a small handful of people, it’s not widespread. His response? That it was awesome, and that I should “practice telling it, because years down the line, you’re still going to be telling it.” It was simple, but I thought that was pretty powerful. It’s crazy to think that when we’re celebrating our ten-year anniversary, we could still be meeting new people who might ask us about how it all got started. How someday if we have children, they might ask “How did Dad ask you to marry him?” and I’ll say “I asked him first! It was great!” How someday even our grandchildren could ask that question — and it’s up to me, up to us, to be the storytellers.

I guess my point in all this is that you never know what story someone has inside them… and I think that’s a pretty damn powerful thing.