Posts Tagged ‘me’

Week 39: Something wicked this way comes

Friday, October 1st, 2010
Week 39: Something wicked

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Week 38: And we have lift-off

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010
Jumping from below

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This week I revisited a self-portrait I took during my first photography class when I was an undergrad (back when I had all my good ideas). That shot involved a piece of glass perched precariously atop a tv stand, overalls, a self-timer, long hair, black and white film, tap shoes, terrified roommates looking on from the living room couch, and glass & me crashing to the floor. Many moons later, I have this shot involving: color, pajamas, jumping, short hair, and insurance.

black and white self-portrait from below

self-portrait, historic

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Week 35: Peering over the pier

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

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Week 32: Grounded

Friday, August 13th, 2010

Spending time with nature recharges me.

Week 30: Forward not backward

Friday, July 30th, 2010

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I love to be on the water. Sailing, kayaking, canoeing, river rafting, and most recently standup paddleboarding are some of my favorite ways to spend the day. But as I’ve grown older, I’ve become much more susceptible to seasickness. Sitting on a sailboat that’s bobbing up and down in the ocean is no fun. My insides start to complain in a big way. Eating ginger candy and looking for the horizon help, but the only thing that really fixes it is forward motion with the wind blowing across my face.

And every now and then when I’m not on a boat and my insides are complaining in a big way, I ask, “Am I moving forward?” Am I where I want to be, doing what I want to be doing, sharing time with people who lift me up? And if not, why not? Moving forward can often be the hardest, scariest thing in the world to do because it requires both letting go and also a leap of faith. But that is when I know it’s precisely what I need to do.

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Week 29: When in doubt, jump it out.

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

Sadness crept its way into my life this past week. Over the years, I’ve learned how helpful it is to acknowledge it, accept it, and allow myself to feel it. And now I can add jumping over and over and over—like I did last night on an empty, breezy fishing pier—to that list.

Week 27/52

Friday, July 9th, 2010
Anna Marie jumping black and white

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Week 24: Purple and Gold

Friday, June 18th, 2010
Anna Marie jumping for joy, wearing purple and gold

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If you ever want to meet a true Lakers fan, go find my dad. He’ll be the one with a Golden Retriever dressed up in a purple shirt at Monday’s Laker championship parade in LA.

I’ve been a Lakers fan since the ’80s when I would go to games at the Forum with Dad. But unlike him, I’ve never bought nor worn any Lakers paraphernalia. I’m not that type of fan. Things I also don’t like: bumper stickers and pretty much anything touting anything. That’s why I think it’s funny that I inadvertently set aside a purple top and yellow (or gold if you will) sweater on Wednesday night when I was packing up for last night’s flight, which coincided with Game 7, to NorCal after 10 days in SoCal.

Go Lakers! And Happy Father’s Day!

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Week 21: Checking my iPhone, part 2

Thursday, May 27th, 2010
Annamarie's 52 Project: Week 21

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I love shooting at night. The colors and lights and long exposures always lend themselves to interesting results. For instance, that arc at the top of this shot is from a helicopter.

What I don’t love: raccoons, especially when they thrash around with their beady eyes in the pitch black darkness in the near brush off to the right. Thankfully, I was not alone when I was out shooting the Bay Bridge. Thankfully, I have a friend who yelled and waved his arms wildly until they scampered away even after the obviously human-acclimated critters first glared at him defiantly. I’m pretty sure I would have fleed without taking all the shots I wanted had I been alone. Thanks, friends!

Here is part 1.

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Week 20: Dead Doggie

Friday, May 21st, 2010
Week 20/52: Dead Doggie

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This shot was taken last night during DSLR ShootFest, the Treasure Island Edition. My friend Julia and I scoped out T.I. a week in advance and drove by three 9-foot tall fiberglass daschund heads wearing chef hats and bow ties sitting on a trailer. I bookmarked the location as a “must return.”

The dog heads were from an old 1949 to 1986 chain of hot dog stands in San Francisco and Oakland. The signs revolved on 20′ tall metal poles and were nicknamed “Dachshunds on Sticks.” These three heads were named Manny, Moe and Jack; and they have quite a history since the chain’s demise: they are the patron saints of the Dogminican Order, they’ve been immortalized as a tattoo, they’ve taken a road trip to New York City, and most importantly they kicked off another successful DSLR ShootFest.

If you are in the Bay Area and (a) you would like to keep your DSLR from getting dusty or (b) you like to jump, let me know, and I’ll send you an invitation to the next ShootFest.

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