Wednesday, November 28, 2012

say (grilled) cheese (sandwich)

Today my love of photography bloomed! Bloomberg! Michael! That John Travolta movie! A cow's favorite pastime is going to the moo-vies! Pastime is not spelled how it should be spelled! Train of thought! Train tracks. Trax. Every single day.

As I was about to say before my train of thoughts got derailed, I have a sudden intense (in tents! camping! ping pong! fun game!) interest in photography. I think much of it has to do with sitting on a train for forty minutes a day and daydreaming out the window. Sure, I bring books with me to read, but I 100% of the time end up looking out the window, entranced by shapes and patterns and the empty spaces. And sometimes I take pictures.

My favorite photographers of the moment are two of my dearest friends -- Megan and my father. They both view the world in, for lack of a better word, abstract ways. They notice things I don't notice and I am grateful and delighted when they point these things out to me, whether directly or through their photos. I hope they never stop shooting. (Just Shoot Me! Television! Teletubbies! Remember the purple one that held a purse? I once purchased a fake Louis Vuitton purse! Shhh! Don't tell anyone! I'm hungry!)

So what I'm trying to say is that maybe I'll ask Santa Buddha Jesus for a nice camera this Christmas. I haven't been great this year, but I've been good enough.


Meg said...

Ahh! I am so happy you are enjoying photography!!! Can we please go shooting soon?? Like now? And thank you, that is a huge compliment. I love you.

meg said...

YES. I would love, with all of my quickly beating heart (thanks a lot, caffeine), to take pictures with you soon. I would love to do anything with you soon.