So many memories come from small things. We may not play pretend with barbies and soldiers anymore, but toys will always be a part of our childhoods.
“No matter how old you are, if a little kid hands you a toy phone…you answer it.”-Dave Chappelle.
“Alice Alinari”
That was the day the world changed, but not for the better. Everyone knows that humans can’t live forever. We aren’t immortal or infallible, but over the centuries that is what we think we have become. The society we thought would never fail, fell. The world is in disarray, but the government chooses to turn a blind eye to all the people who deserve punishment. People who think they are above the law. After that day people no longer thought that. They knew the truth: no one is saved from justice and justice bends for no man. When people who are killer are kept alive just waiting for the moment, they get to go free, that is mercy. This world has no room for mercy, not anymore.
Ever since that day the murders, arsonists, and terrorist are no longer safe from justice. Ever since that day if you kill, you need to expect to be killed. The day the world changed was the day that I finally realized the truth. That day I sat next to a peaceful pond. It was so blue and deep. I felt like I could lose myself in those waters. That was the spot I went to when I need a break from the world and the people who inhabit it. When I needed to forget the world existed. When I needed to leave all my problems behind. I couldn’t save the world from everything that was happening, I couldn’t even save myself from the world.
As I sat on the banks of my safe haven, I took a breath for the first time in what felt like ages. And I forgot. I forgot how cruel and unforgiving this world is as something, someone pushed me into the pond the only place where I felt safe. My white dress floated up around me as I tried to push myself to the surface. Reaching, reaching, but not quite there. A strand of my auburn brown hair floated across my face. That was the day I lost all hope and all the patience I had left. I lost the belief that life was good and could be good again.
If nobody would save me, I would save the future I will live in. I will survive and help others do the same. That day 7 years ago was the day I decided that since this world believed in something called “mercy” I would show this world something called justice.
The photo is most likely a view from above. The sun is barely creeping over the trees. The similarity between colors of the trees up close and the trees in the distance are cool. It brings the photo together. If it was too different it would be confusing to the eye. The darker outline of the two people put more focus on the snow dusted trees.
The Lighty on the floor makes the darker wood stand out more. It makes the green stand out but not in a dizzying way. The white of the cushions, pillar, and floor bring the whole thing together. The view point looks like you just walked into the room ready to read or just relax.
This viewpoint is from the sky like a drone took it. Flying into a cloud covered mountain top. The contrast of the green trees to the whitish grey clouds is astonishing.The road that gently curse into the mist is cool. The lighter and darker trees are subtle but give the picture a more “in the moment” look.
Flags of our Fathers. What does that sentence mean to you. The past they created for us, the marks they left on the world, a flag our forefathers planted to give the nation hope. Photos help remember the sad, terrible, and trumpet times in our history. In the movie, Flags of our Fathers they show how a single photo can inspire hope, doubt, a willingness to sacrifices.
The movie Flags of our Fathers was not what I expected. The men how were basically forced to come home thought of it as a punishment. They wanted to be with there units, but because of the raising of the flag they couldn’t. Even though the picture wasn’t of the real flag raising it still inspired. I don’t think it was the actual act of putting up a flag it was what it represented. That America is not broken, not done with the battle, not going to give in. The flag represented how far we had come, but also that there was a way to go down if we wanted this victory.
You could almost say that photography is the basis to most important events. We can read the words, we can make guess, but until we see it ourselves can we truly believe it. People aren’t always the most trusting and don’t believe everything they see. I believe that by taking photos we can remember what was done in the past and how much we have changed since then. From small colonies to a top world power, we have grown exponentially.
Photography is something that can change the world and peoples’ views. A photo well taken is a photo well known. Photos can save memories that we would have lost. People and moments are saved and therefore remembered. I love that fact that I could take a picture of all my friends right this second as a sophomore, in 8th hour photography and be able to remember it 12 years. I can see how people have changed even when I haven’t seen them for a while.
In the end I believe that photography has changed the world. It has left us an image to remember our pasts by. It can change how we view events and how we react to them. People can use photos to change or sometimes manipulate people’s interpretation of the event. Like in the movie Flags of our Fathers People though one thing because of the photo even though it wasn’t the real one.
“My incense Waterfall” is really cool. At first, I didn’t notice what it was, but upon close inspection you could see what it real was. It looked very mysterious and I liked how its surrounding are all black.
(Morgon)
I like this photo. The angle is cool, and it puts more focus on the eyes and face. It outlines the whiskers very well.
(Breann)
This photo is amazing. The attitude is clearly coming through the photo.. Your cat is awesome. He looks like he really couldn’t care less.
(Colton Hendricksen)
I love this photo. The leaves on the ground are different colors and shades. It looks like the trees have barely started to change colors.
Conceptual-Something the describes something through using images or anything that isn’t the object you are depicting.
My picture “Write me a story” is because I love to write and create stories. Writing things calms me down and lets me express my self even when I don’t say it. My writing expresses how I feel on the inside if I don’t want realize. “Past Ancestors” is because of the people who came before me to give me the life I have. The things people learned before me, Math, science, writing, the internet. Especially my mother and father who helped me every time I fall. My grandparents who taught them what they are teaching me.
“Vibrant Leafs” was one of my photos I took while I was in Europe. That trip was a huge part of my life I feel like I learned a lot about myself. This trip was amazing. I loved the new experience and getting to know new types of culture. It is so different from here and I loved being far from home. “Hot Chocolate” is my favorite drink. Everyday since sixth grade I have always had a cup or mug of it. It has become somewhat of a comfort drink.
