As I prepare for my return to the nest, I have found myself worrying that I will not experience the adventures of those who choose to fly away. However, I have decided that this little bird will not be adventureless. I have decided that, by not paying rent (thanks Mom), I will have the means to explore new places on my own. My sister suggested that I use my newfound train skills to travel far and wide. Because I’ll be lucky enough to have a solid home base (thanks again Mom), it will be much easier to decide to go out and have adventures. I have recently found that I really do enjoy exploring new places on my own. So instead of giving up this new part of myself when I come home, I will do my best to embrace it more fully.
On her most recent archeological dig through the family house, my cousin stumbled across a treasure: my grandma's scrapbook from college. As I flipped through the worn pages covered in her delicate writing, I saw a whole new side of my grandmother. Numerous pictures showed her sprawled across the laps of her friends, smoking pipes and smiling coyly and confidently at the camera. This elegant and striking woman sparked something inside of me. I began to wonder what made these pictures seem so rich with adventure. I came to the conclusion that what drew me to them was the authenticity which they seemed to hold. I have often felt that the type of pictures we take today have a certain superficiality to them. It seems as though people are constantly sharing pictures. I mean, there’s an entire app devoted to communication solely through pictures! I feel as the the casual nature of modern photography has detracted from the deeper meaning behind pictures. Instead of capturing an authentic moment, they are either used to document the every movement of one's cat, or carefully staged to inspire jealousy and admiration in one’s friends. Of course, this is a broad generalization and I know that this is not true for many people, and I’m not saying we should all just stop taking pictures altogether. I guess what I’m trying to say is I want to find a way to recapture the magic of photos. I want to get that same spark as I saw in the pictures of my grandma. As someone who loves being behind (and sometimes in front of) a camera, I desperately long to tell an authentic story with my pictures. I promise that this photography rant has a point. The point is that I have hereby decided that I am going to say yes to life’s adventures, and I am going to try to accurately capture the experiences that come out of these adventures with authentic pictures. Instead of taking pictures for other people, I will take them for myself. I will not succumb to the pressure to produce and share pictures which shows off my glamourous (haha) life. Instead, I will simply explore and document for myself. Because this blog is also purely for my own benefit (I am a selfish blogger) I will reflect on these future adventures right here. All in all, I would like to develop a story that my grandkids will be able to look at and know who I was as a young person. So let the adventures begin.
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AuthorHey, it's Kerry:) I have 2 older sisters and they both started a blogs... so naturally (being the little sister) I joined the bandwagon. So here I am! I hope you enjoy, if not... well go find something else to do. :) Archives
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