Thursday, January 20, 2011
G.W.E.C.
Alright, alright, so many of you may not know what GWEC means, don't worry I'll inform you.But it's a catchy little phrase that a photographer once told me, and ever since then I've created this photographer snob persona. GWEC stands for Girl/Guy With Expensive Camera. Basically meaning they have no talent or artful eye and just basically take pictures and assume it's great because they have an expensive camera. And frankly it pisses me off. Pretty much 1 picture out of 100 are good, but they still feel the need to post EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM on facebook. and for some Gosh Darn reason people think that they've come across the next Ansel Adams. Also I'd like to note that I'm not the worlds next ansel adams, I'm not really even that good at photography, but that does not mean in any way shape or form that I don't have an eye for a great photo and from what i've been seeing they do not have one. anywho. (Also I'd never use a canon.) Basically I'm just sick of people going "Oh I"m a photographer, nehhhh" when really they are just another kid with an expensive camera. I just want to see some interesting photos.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Beginnings, Beginnings.
So today I am starting a blog. Why? So I can figure myself out, kinda. So that I can leave a part of me to float around in cyber space for all eternity. Yes.
Where do I start? Well names are nice, and mine is Morgan. I am asian, or part asian anyway.
And I'm pretty proud of it! I'm not very tall. and for now that's all you need to know.
I told my girlfriend I was starting this today and she didn't like the idea. But oh well. There was a quote, I don't remember who by, but it said "I personally believe that language was created because of our desperate need to complain." and while i dread this becoming my daily pot to dump all of my complaints into, there will be a little dumping. But once i get my groove i'll figure out where I want to take this.
Pot Dump number one: My mother told me I'm going to hell. Not "you've been disobedient, go to hell!" more like "You are going to hell because you are a sinner." I thought she loved me, I don't think this is nurturing enough to show love. But in any sense, I still love her.
It's late and this blog thing is still strange, maybe I'll have better stories tomorrow.
Bien nuit.
Where do I start? Well names are nice, and mine is Morgan. I am asian, or part asian anyway.
And I'm pretty proud of it! I'm not very tall. and for now that's all you need to know.
I told my girlfriend I was starting this today and she didn't like the idea. But oh well. There was a quote, I don't remember who by, but it said "I personally believe that language was created because of our desperate need to complain." and while i dread this becoming my daily pot to dump all of my complaints into, there will be a little dumping. But once i get my groove i'll figure out where I want to take this.
Pot Dump number one: My mother told me I'm going to hell. Not "you've been disobedient, go to hell!" more like "You are going to hell because you are a sinner." I thought she loved me, I don't think this is nurturing enough to show love. But in any sense, I still love her.
It's late and this blog thing is still strange, maybe I'll have better stories tomorrow.
Bien nuit.
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