Monday, January 31, 2011

A Day in the Life of Amanda Markell

SATURDAY

9:00 in the car


10:00 still in the car
11:00 FIRST RUN (finally)


12:00 White OUT

this image is my favorite of the 24 hours because I like the crispness of the snow on the trees.   I think it captured the day and how everything was monotone - just covered in white. 
1:00 Lunch Break! (very needed)
2:00 Still lunch breaking!

I miss 2 hours here because camera was starting to get wet :/ the picture below was taken with my phone.



5:00 In the Car Again

6:00 Only so many things you can take pictures of in a car
7:00 Candlessss
8:00 Fruit for my Sangria
9:00 Last photo for Saturday (not making 24hrs body dead)

SUNDAY
1:00 PM This is where we keep the dryer at my house
2:00 PM My roommate's Mother visited and brought us flowers 
3:00 PM Shopping in Kittery
4:00 PM (ok 4:20) Nearby house when dropping off a friend at Davis Court
5:00 (5:20) EDGEWOOD (extension)

6:00 PM fell asleep on couch whoops! 
7:00 PM Paper Towel roll and Lisa!
8:00 PM More paper towel roll pictures
9:00 PM Shattered mirror in my room (7 years bad luck?)
10:00 PM This may or may not be what my house looks like on a Sunday morning
11:00PM Time to crawl into bed!

12:00 AM Scrapbooking before bed


1:00AM Last picture before the eyes shut!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Why do I take photos?

 I take photos because it helps me alter the way I look at the world. 

At times I feel the need to work to keep culture a part of my life that is jumbled with numbers and commerce.  Everyone should do this. A connection to art is a connection to our roots and a whole half of our world that sometimes gets lost. We need to stimulate both sides of our brain.

Through a required class I probably would not have taken otherwise, I formed an interest for studio art in Highschool with drawing and painting; opening a door to creativity and learning.  This outlet led me to photography in college, a medium I didn’t think I would prefer until I was behind the lens.

Being behind a camera and in a darkroom (or even Photoshop) stirs excitement for me. Photography is such an experiential art.  It makes you to stand knee deep in a stream trying to get the ideal angle of water, forces you to brush off judging stares as you grab decisive moments and has you recruit friends to have their bodies painted black for a shoot.

In other words, experiences I mostly likely would not have if photography were not my hobby.

As a photographer your eyes and mind begin to observe the world in a different way. I notice every passerby and unique wrinkle on his or her face. When I look at trees I see shadows and light. Something ugly always has beauty in a photographer’s eye. I never want to lose this.

That is why I take photos.