my school photography course

this is my boy/cousin....the way I love him...wow this guy means the world to me and my friend jojo



project 3: zoomed in object, acia captured in the morning



pppssssh...some more zooming in



a bit of framing, according to the teacher, this would help us section our photos into thirds - craig doria
landscape and portrait...this is what i dunno



I'm honestly just checking out the hues




some contrast effects...so sky against green(purple popping in)



flash was on - learnt a very valuable lesson...I NEARLY GOT KILLED!!!



straight after that the tail lifted up and yucky stuff was produced



very close...was fab



project 4: zoomed out object



horses are VERY hard to capture...constantly moving...and im afraid I have no lens effect...stupid automatic digital camera...shame I do love my camera...
robert(named after my favourite actor at that time I got it)
david bailey(famous photographer)
ROBERT DAVID BAILEY...that was what my camera group was called...



fancy arrow just had an eye operation...hence the blue tassels keeping flies away and covering most sun



horsey's nose...this is fancy arrow-the first horse i ever rode in my own front yard...gosh



kitty was being evil that day...just after lunch,fiddled with the effects on my camera(yes at least that part is cool)



victor a friend of mine...lowering his head to the horses height...I feel extremely short...coz that horse is just shorter than my own head!!!

I caught you looking at me
While I rested my head and closed my eyes
I felt your gaze run along me, figuring out what to do next.
It intensified as you moved your hand up my back and into my hair.
I fell asleep then for the gentle massage soothed my countless days of thinking…


I wondered for a long time in my dreams, clinging to the back of a sauntering camel.
A day in and the day going out I felt the pull on me, trying to yank me back into the reality I was in. The dunes were countless, vermilion brown and beating heavily with heat. Camels walked on, into the nothing sand, but I stayed for there was no more strength to hold on. The desert evening freezes me into a stupor; within the surreal state I was already in. I clench myself into a fist like curl, falling into another dream:


Falling I was, down into the mist of the waterfall’s tumble. The exotic parrots swoop past me, wings splayed out and showing off the exuberant feathers, flashing against the whites of the waters descent. Hundreds come, none venture back, as the plummets trip goes on, doom bottomless and sending the sticky vapor to latch onto me, making me sopping wet so that tears and sweat can not be distinguished anymore. Down I go; down I go into another dream:


In space the sun looked at me, it ablaze and hungry for an energy that I was. It wanted me; it wanted me so badly that its fiery fingers reached out to me. I sat suspended in empty air, waiting, thinking yes, this is it. I felt the need of the pressing want and I wanted to indulge it. Alas as soon as the sun licked me he spat me out of grasp and moved away. I could not move, this was not my world. I tried to call out but how could sound be heard in space, a little sound like me? Holding my breath, hoping for it to end I blacked out – into another dream:


I stood in the forest, green existence all around me, with that musky smell and serrated edges. Life running by me, and I stood motionless, I was fearless and welcoming any approach. Yet all ran, I knew nothing and when the wolf stopped to stare I beckoned for him to come closer, a snarl met me and I stood down, it ran off with his female wolf. And I became a lonely deer. I felt the presence of hunters all wanting a piece of me, the prize of my skin and my meat to feed others.
I never wanted to be awake more, because my life flew past me, in such an instant that it was pain I felt to know that this was all it was – up till now.

Where I woke up and saw you…happy and looking down at me, you may not be comforting in the way I want. But you could be there nonetheless and that’s a need worth fulfilling. I step away now and into a new town – a new beginning. So come closer.

angles shadow

An angels shadow trickles down the sky’s wall
The angel unaware and standing tall
It falls out of the heavens, leaking light of discrepant colour
Doing his holy work without any repent dolour
For every evening his stars die
But he doesn’t question his god why
Instead he is given new infant luminosity
Joining his kindred star community
He must hold them and do this well
Or else the firmament will glow dull
The angel stresses and exerts endlessly
So he does not bother that the world can see
His exhaled breath a wind across the earth
As he delivers a new birth
The colours are of magical sweat
Shooting across the night like god’s leading jet
Aurora Borealis an angles shadow
A night dappled UFO
An angel, a phantom, a specter that shines
Ignorant of his presence, his precious loved outlines.

here's a 'lil poem I made while at the beach:

Crashing and Crushing
Salty and Sandy
Low or in its woe
In calm or becoming costly

Palm trees encroach the waveline
Sunsets end their shine
Seaweed meets beach and entwine
The wet is oh so fine
As the tide comes up then goes on a decline

I pick up a shell and the sea becomes mine.

I wrote this in anger...
I just want my voice heard.

You're a stuck up fuck up
Doesn't matter how you were brought up
There's one thing about you
And that is you cant shut up
So back up
Let me tell you what a mess up
You are!
When you fed up
You get caught up
There's no surprise
You're a screw up
No one will ever let up
So just get up
Maybe get a check up
'Coz right now you're a
Block up
In society's ass

I cant stand modesty yet vanity does not slip by me happily.
It's sickening to watch those prevail and ignore those who fail.
However it still infuriates me to see arrogance try help...what do you know of poverty,mentally ill,handicaps,warfare infliction...do not try to understand a life you do not live, but I am a hypocrite because I do not have any of this. Like I said we follow instinct, I see no humans here, it is a myth, a simple lie to cover up the dreadful truth:
We are not compassionate, no matter how emotional we get. Sure we'd do something for others, but then that comes with the expectation they'd do the same for us. Selfish acts if noticeable are therefore put in Coventry, mild silent ones that are twisted are regarded precious and happily rewarded. Still what hope do we have to find more than one saint every century, a god given prophet.
This ambiguous post just had to be said, such indignation I hold...enough to actually say this.
I hate this. There simple and sincere.
x

Back from the beach....ah the sun was great there, odd rains made me and my bud drag our tent across the beach(just in our shirts and underwear) and under the main banda(like a hut)we learnt then the importance of tent peg positioning....but that is another weird story in itself....it involves leaves, pee and a crab skeleton.

I loved the beach with my bud Jojo,made me realise how much I actually missed her, we caught up and shared new life experiences we had separated from one another...how special it was when she taught me how to use a womanly item...every evening she'd tell me a story, we'd listen to music...and every day we'd lie on the sand listening to music,studying,reading or going out passed the sea weed clutches for a swim...the rap I made sounded super when she added a beat to it.

Away from the camping it was time for star hotel care...fighting for blanket(because the electric fan actually made us cold at the humid beach) and flirting with boys - who dance extremely well to ANY kind of music and come up with the weirdest things to do...D.O.G I hope you not scarred by your experience on the beach....silly wife beater shirt boy....again, a whole other story...

When it came down to secrets, mine were so opposite of hers, she stressed she was acting too YOUNG for the likes of me where as I thought she was the one all grown up and me the stupid childish one. (ooh my mother just woke up...gotta hurry and pretend I'm sleeping on the couch...sorry that's another ambiguous anecdote again) but truth is, we're both older, but all the more juvenile...I don't watch cartoons too much anymore, neither does she, but its safe to say our crowds age limit has expanded to 4 or more years YOUNGER or OLDER than ours...

To conclude was the road back home, ah how I love her and her family, even her devilish kid sister(who we should of left in the boat when we ran off - as the realms of boys spitting,sun setting and sea weed moving in for complete domination scared the living daylights out of us, telling her to bring the boat back to shore because there was a shark in the water) was sort of sweet after she got us into trouble over 3 times....once over the 3 limit its considered EVIL....
Jojo and I went out, it was a strange reunion but I'm glad her eyes were open to my heart ache, but she made me stoop down low in myself, which can always provoke and therfore my revenge is sweet...the club sizzle was something....oh oh oh oh....
and now...I think I need to sleep again, because Tabea and Jojo kept me up for too long therefore my levels of REM sleep is on its all time low...mother thought it would be funny last night to take pictures of me with lip stick smeared all over my face, tooth paste oh my shirt and lets not forget my hair(yes exhaustion DID get in the way of me brushing my teeth)and to top it off........ a pacifier in my mouth....

Hope I made your day with my holiday fill in, of course some was left out, but only because that part is my sanity clearance into the crazy world, if you know what I mean?
x