My First Photograph Exhibit
Out of the freaking blue, I found myself being one of 8 "photographers" to have photos in an exhibit. Long story short, but someone heard from someone that I took a few photos, and they were pretty good. So I got a phone call the night of, asking if I'd like to include some of my photos. Seeing how this person was pretty important, and another fairly important person was part it, I figured, hell, why not. Honestly, I didn't want to because I had to get ready to teach my Lebanese Cooking Class a day later. So I hurried up and found some of my better pictures, then I had to find a way to print them. There isn't like a service here in Honduras (that I know of) where I can just upload pictures from my computer to Costco or Target's Photo Center, then pick it up in an hour. So what I did was...with my own photo paper mind you...I printed some photos at work. The quality wasn't the best, mainly because I had inkjet paper and my printer at work was a laser one. But it was ok.
So then I go to the show, and there's one of my pictures in the middle of the room. I kind of felt proud and was glad that I was part of it. My photos, along with others that were more superior, were scattered across the room. It was kind of nice.
Then here's the thing...ok... I truly believe that sometimes the same insecurities, shyness and feelings of always trying to fit in that once plagued you in middle school or high school will always follow you, even into adulthood, where I am now. Case in point, in the middle of the exhibit, the photographers gathered together and took a picture with this really important person <<< by title only. So as they started gathering, I didn't jump in the picture. WTF is wrong with me? I don't know if I was shy, and didn't want to just jump in and say, YUP, I'M COOL, I'M ONE OF THE PHOTOGRAPHERS. I hate star fuckers and I didn't want to be one. Or did I not jump because I was secretly hoping that someone would notice I wasn't in the picture and say, "Portia, get in the picture!" Anyway, whatever happened, I wasn't in this picture. So there.
So then I go to the show, and there's one of my pictures in the middle of the room. I kind of felt proud and was glad that I was part of it. My photos, along with others that were more superior, were scattered across the room. It was kind of nice.
Then here's the thing...ok... I truly believe that sometimes the same insecurities, shyness and feelings of always trying to fit in that once plagued you in middle school or high school will always follow you, even into adulthood, where I am now. Case in point, in the middle of the exhibit, the photographers gathered together and took a picture with this really important person <<< by title only. So as they started gathering, I didn't jump in the picture. WTF is wrong with me? I don't know if I was shy, and didn't want to just jump in and say, YUP, I'M COOL, I'M ONE OF THE PHOTOGRAPHERS. I hate star fuckers and I didn't want to be one. Or did I not jump because I was secretly hoping that someone would notice I wasn't in the picture and say, "Portia, get in the picture!" Anyway, whatever happened, I wasn't in this picture. So there.
Here are some of my photos:
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