Kodachrome

I found a long-forgotten roll of Kodachrome in the freezer the other day. Remnants of both an era and a life gone by. My interest in photography started in high school. I learned by trial and error, only taking classes years later. I shot roll after roll of my stuffed animals, my local playground, flowers in my parent's garden, and my cat. I still have boxes and boxes of negatives, 10 to 20 years old. Every now and then I consider buying a negative and slide reader, so I can scan the images into my computer. But that would mean physically looking at everything I ever shot, and I think that might be a tad emotional. Much of my early photography was the result of needing to be off by myself for an extended period of time. My camera was a great prop. I could say, "I'm heading out to shoot some film...don't know when I'll be back!" and no one would question me. A delightful freedom. I would lose myself trying to find different ways to see things, and would take far too long to frame my shots. Perhaps this was by sub-conscious design. My deliberate approach to photography invited solitude. Sounds lovely in reflection.

Right. So, here we are...

I'm not sure why I've just done this-created a blog. Perhaps it's mid-life? Perhaps nothing quite so trite. I'm sure the reasons will appear eventually, and most likely will be nothing like what I am supposing now. A new adventure...

Here's what I hope to put up here-photos, photos, photos. Old, new, stylized, not so stylized. Mostly of travels, never of travails. Perhaps some of my ongoing, only occasionally finished, projects. I love learning new crafty things-so far, I've taken on knitting, crochet, photography, sketching, jewelry making, cross-stitch, writing, candle-making, and quilting. I get bored easily.

If I can figure out how I do things, I'll put up tutorials. If I make something that someone else has rightly claimed, I'll give full praise and credit where credit is due.

I tend to use quite a lot of -dashes- and exclamation points! which I have been told are very annoying. I'm sure you'll let me know if this is truly the case, or if my source is an Elements of Style snob. The jury's still out as far as I'm concerned.

I won't guarantee that I won't also rant about the state of my state. It's quite the interesting place, this place where I live. So much happens that seems to be the stuff of fiction or fantasy. We do keep police blotters busy to be sure.

So, here we are, and welcome. Talk to you soon.

Sarah