Not the hired help

I’m getting better.

Not too long ago, I would lug my fully ensemble of photographic equipment to parties and gatherings.  It marked me: bull’s eye, she’s the one expected to document this for all the rest of us.

Countless times I fell victim to this obligatory task – “Rachelle! Make sure you get this picture.” Or, “Rachelle, where are you! They need a photo of such-and-such.”  It seemed some people only shot me an invite for the potential photos I was certain to take.

Believe me when I say I love taking photos.  I’m excited to hold my camera, to capture a moment and make it last.  It’s always awesome to flip through my pictures and reminisce on the second the shutter clicked.

But I’ve never liked demands. I’ve never appreciated being put to work at a soiree I was supposed to be a guest at.  It hardly seems fair to want me to be on high alert at a social gathering.  The pressure stifles my interest – - my desire to document.  As a guest, what I chose to remember – what I shoot – is what is important to me.  Unless, of course, someone is paying me as a photographer.

And so now, when I go to a family event, I bring my phone for capturing the majority of the memories.  It has great picture taking capability. It is portable. It preserves memories and shares them instantly.  I don’t feel the pressure to polish my pictures, either.

Then, I’m not the one called for photo ops (especially not mid-bite, or mid-celebration).  I take what I want, capture what I want, and share freely what I get.

Yes, Cam tags along.  He sometimes sits atop the table or under my chair.  I even bring Bad Mama Jama (my 70-200mm super lens) and she hangs out inconspicuously in her case.    And I get to savor the experience in real time as a participant instead of being the observer.

Oh, and as a plus, Hubs brings his camera along and clicks with a different perspective.

after the break, un-well

I sit Sucking down the bad humors of sickness Illness, an all-encompassing ache Heavy lidded, I survey my space Encroaching pressures, a claustrophobic nightmare Head pulsing in rhythmic pings I wince Thank God for health When simple moments of stillness are simple, unnoticed pauses And not overwhelmed seconds of strained release of focus Agony consumes

[Continue reading...]

before beginning

Restless Crowded room, melee of conversation Fervent communication increasing with the minutes Excitement, energy bouncing between strangers grouped within Shifting bodies occupy uncomfortable seats And then, a single call for silence All activity ceased.

[Continue reading...]

Check engine

Incessant yellow blinks at me now Dash board warning of impending danger No time to waste in checking Ominous future may ensue in wait Stop. Look. Repair the increasing damage. Life can depend on today’s action.

[Continue reading...]

day, break

In front of her, the horizon Painted blue for the night Now brushed with first purple Then pink, orange, yellow The sun’s artistry magnificently marking its sky canvas Clouds appeared, white wisps in intensifying color. She was oblivious to the creation appearing before her, Focusing instead on her bare feet Pressed into the dispersing sand […]

[Continue reading...]

Awake end

In my dream there was only us two You and I No worries No stress Nothing but plush white bedding and soft luxurious pillows We lay together Hands, legs intertwined Silent but for the deep breathing of contentment The future but a promise of sunshine The past already distant on the horizon When I wake, […]

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...[Continue reading...]
This site is protected by WP-CopyRightPro