I Am Not a Photographer, I Just Have A Camera

I've had my camera for almost a year now....and it's taken me this long to really enjoy it. I'm a slow starter, I need to get very comfortable doing new things. For example, having this blog spot for 4 months before throwing together my first rambling.

I took this picture on the island at Thanksgiving. Creepy, right? I had to get right up to it to take such a great picture. I love how you can see the web it's dangling from. It was so full of eggs. At one point it was on it's back and couldn't turn over. Poor thing....but don't worry, I returned her to her web.

Being on the island made for some great shooting. Unfortunately my dog followed me everywhere and just barked every time I took too long or wasn't paying enough attention to him. I will post the other pictures at some point, but not here.

I like where this is going, but please remember, I'm not a photographer. I just have a camera and I like to use it. Being a photographer is too much pressure. =)

~Bean

The Truth...

There is a little truth behind every "just kidding", a little curiosity behind every "just wondering", a little knowledge behind every ,"I don't know" and a little emotion behind every "I don't care!"

~Bean

Thought for the day....

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."

- Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

What do you think? Are we only a smattering of personalities, ethics and traits derived from those around us? I'd like to think I'm not, but I see so much of my parents in me. I see little quirks I've picked up along the way from friends, school mates and coworkers. It's hard to say what about me is truly mine.

At least I can fall back on the fact that all those "efforts" from everybody make me original...

There is only one me and if I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known, then I must be a fantastic, original and unique piece of work! Either that, or I'm just still working on figuring out who I am by trying out other people's shit along the way.


~Bean

Kit Kat Deception....

The best part of October has to be the Hallowe'en candy. It starts popping up at stores all over. Plus, everything tastes better when it's miniature.


Someone at work brought in big variety box, Smarties, Aero, Coffee Crisp, etc. My personal favourite, the Kit Kat. Just the right amount of chocolate and wafers. I can honestly say I've never been let down by a Kit Kat before....then I got this one:

I'm not sure how clear the picture is, but I can assure you, there were NO crispy wafers inside. Just solid chocolate....

I felt gypped at first, then I felt special. And that's how I ended the day, feeling special.

It's the small things in life that make you the happiest, right?


~Bean

Revelations....

I had a moment of brilliance the other night....

I think we have all done this at some point. A new relationship, a lot of insecurity and the strong desire to protect ourselves from getting hurt. We look for the things that are wrong with the other person as a way to prevent ourselves from getting too close to get hurt.

It's a common human error and a rather immature one. We are all looking for something perfect and we will keep searching until we realize it's the flaws in other people that we love and what we've been looking for all along.

Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have the guy that has everything and is everything you think you want, but perfection is overrated.

I want the guy that makes mistakes, has bad days and doesn't just let me win. I like to win all on my own sometimes.


~Bean

Mysterious Red Eggs...

I went to a baby shower of sorts this weekend. Traditionally you have a party or bbq one month after the baby is born. My second cousin(?) Courtenay had Isaac about a month ago. A bouncing baby boy...and a big one at that, over 9lbs at birth.

The party was lovely. Saw a lot of family I hadn't seen in a long time. I couldn't even remember all of their names. It was nice to see everyone and catch up...and learn some of their names again. The whole time I kept looking for the red eggs. There was lasagna, roast beef, potatoes, spinach dip, chicken wings and a huge table of desserts, but no red eggs. I finally inquired and was told that our family isn't that traditional. It seemed like a decent enough answer, I wasn't planning on eating one anyhow. I just figured they would be there because it was a Red Egg Party for the baby. The name sort of implies....

After I had my fill of dinner and treats, I started making the goodbye rounds. Easier said than done, it took about an hour. How come the second you decide to leave people find a million things to talk to you about? I mean I was there for three hours...



Finally, I got to the door and there were colourful Chinese take out boxes. I was instructed to take two because there were so many. They had filled them with extra lemon squares and such...sort of the last thing I needed after eating for a solid three hours. But I took two and went on my way. I had another function that night so I just left them on the counter...afterall, they were just desserts.

The next afternoon, feeling a little peckish, I opened one up to grab a treat. And then I found the egg...


Hidden beneath a tasty treat was a little psychedelic red, hard boiled egg. It looked psychedelic, almost tie-dyed.

I threw it out....hard boiled eggs shouldn't be left on the counter all night and who knows where they had been hiding during the party....


-Bean

It's so true....

I stumbled upon this picture last week. It kind of made me sad, like someone had taken one of my deepest, most personal thoughts and spray painted it on the side of a building....



Then I stumbled onto this story, it made me laugh out loud, so I sent it to a bunch of people at work to share in my good times. After all, no one likes to laugh alone. It's from mylifeisaverage.com.

"Today, I came home to my mom scowling, my dad smirking, and my little sister grinning. Apparently, my sister got into a fight with a fellow 5th grader, saying that the Beatles pwned the Jonas Brothers. My sister and the girl argued until my sister tackled her while yelling, "I am the walrus! Goo goo g'joob!" I have never before felt like such a positive influence to my siblings. MLIA"

Awesome...

PS. That picture is now my desktop background.


-Bean