Apr. 23rd, 2009

kjpepper: (click)
It's kind of neat, how your perception of things are affected by whether they are moving towards you or away from you. Train whistles. Planets. Car horns. I don't know. I think the Doppler effect can be applied to moments in time, too. They definitely have a different sound/color/feeling when they're moving towards you than when they've already passed.

...yeah, I know that was random. Not as random as you may think really - I was thinking about things in my past that I remember what they sounded like as they were approaching and happening and sometimes what they sounded like when they were passing by. A little bit like that let down feeling in your gut after you've had an amazing birthday/holiday/whatever, and now it's over. Some stuff is so long ago that I don't even hear them receding anymore.

Most of the above was triggered by going through my picture directory last night. I'm a bit of a digital pack rat, so a good chunk of these files have made their way nomad-like from computer to computer over the past thirteen or so years, pretty much as long as I'd been making or taking digital pictures. It was a bit like getting avalanched on by my past. So many memories. So many people that are now no longer in my life. So many people that are still around but have changed drastically over time. Pictures of me I barely recognize. All pictures of me where I don't have a thick ribbon of scar from navel to crotch look damn weird now. I just cleared the picture in the icon off my profiles on various sites because it was taken a year, four months, twenty five pounds and five inches of dreads ago. I look different. I am different. I need a new camera icon, lol.

Most are just snapshots of people, places and events. Some people have asked me to take over the years. I find it rather astounding exactly how many people over the past decade or so have trusted me to make something beautiful with a camera and themselves in various states of undress. 90% of them are gone - moved on, fallen out with me, whatever, and yet their images remain like fingerprints or ghosts on my drive to be found later on and marveled over. Insert obligatory cracks about running for office, cause I know y'all are thinking it.

It's funny... going through I was aware of what wasn't there. Pics that had gotten lost along the way. Pictures that people asked me to take at one time and I never got around to it. People I'd actually asked to photograph and for one reason or another was turned down, but I would still kill for the opportunity. I still have the folder of old Hollywood portraits that I was going to base some stage pictures of the amoeba off of. Yeah.

I remember a long time ago having an actual photograph in my hand that had caused me a crapton of grief from other people. I had been angry about the problems it had caused, and was strongly considering tearing it to shreds. My best friend at the time convinced me not to because it meant something to me and later on I'd be glad I had it. She'd been right of course. (Still have the photo in question, even though it's in storage.) She continues to be right, even as I look at all these faces (and in some cases, not the faces) of people that are no longer traveling through the fog of time with me.

"And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture."
--Sy Parrish, One Hour Photo

Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago...

--The Kinks, "Picture Book"

In other news, long busy day today. I'd best get it started.

ETA: and as everything comes full circle, I just got a comment from elsewhere on LJ complimenting me on my default icon. *chuckle* I'm constantly yelling at people to accept their own hotness, and yet I have no idea how to take a compliment paid to me... lol.

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Apr. 23rd, 2009 10:17 am
kjpepper: (DDR)
The cat is no longer terrified by DDR. Rather he will now sprawl in front of the dance pad, and occasionally take swipes at the wire connecting it to the Wii when it moves.

Dad and Imm are still amused as hell.

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Apr. 23rd, 2009 03:57 pm
kjpepper: (brat)
this right here is why kids = awesome.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxfe8YTd6N4


I am dying at the acting out of the chorus. "She hit the floor" *WHAM* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
kjpepper: (grown and sexy)
Running off in another minute to attend Sportsball2009 with the rest of the fam. Should be fun. And by fun I mean eek.

Alls I got to say is that nothing says "Sis, I love you" like putting on three inch heels, enough hairpins to pick up Z100 in my back molars and foundation. FOUNDATION I TELL YOU. *grumbles a bit about how she needs to buy a form fitting tux at some point and avoid this mess*

I'm off. Here's hoping I don't sprain an ankle and collapse into the waiting arms of a strapping young skyscraper basketball player. On second thought....

nah, I kid, I kid.

Behave yourself, internet. Or not. ;)

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