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Hi everyone, we wanted to thank you so very much for reading our blog. We know that it should’ve been much more than it ended up being. However, it’s tough to balance 3 blogs at once along with over 40 visitors, a website launch, work, play, travel and relaxation. I do want to let you know that Andy and I now have individual blogs that are updated on a regular basis.
Read about my life, work and randomness at http://www.innatephoto.com/blog
Andy has a music blog that you can visit at http://www.riceonthebass.com
Again, thank you all for your support. Be sure to keep in touch and if you find yourself in the Outer Banks, look us up. . . . we would love to see you!
xoxoxoxo-kirsten&andy
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Our little town is, to me, like a complex symphony that i could never notate.
The trees, seated in the mountains on either side of our valley, are the audience. They are silent save for the wind blowing through their branches. The audience breathes.
The contrabass and cello enter first as the buses and trucks rumble through the valley and along the river, to and from the city.
Percussive bursts from intercoms, mounted on trucks, punctuate the cello perfectly with announcements of what’s for sale today. Tomatoes, propane, pineapples, watermelons, honey.
Hints of reggae can be heard from upstairs, while banda, hip hop and 80s pop waft through the valley.
The roosters trumpet at their cue and the turkey’s trill their response.
The dogs bark like too many bassoons and the hens pick up the melody where the turkeys left off.
The kids screech and bellow like overexcited beginner violinists.
I don’t know who is the conductor of this orchestra but i am thankful to them for assembling such a spectacularly vivid aural pallette for me to sample on a daily basis.
He had been nervous for the last 43 hours, ever since the secretary informed him, “No Andrew. It is not necessary that we get the last recommendations. You will receive your decision in the mail by the end of the week.”
“Well,” I said looking up from my glowing monitor screen. “You are either definitely IN or definitely NOT IN. Obviously they have already made a decision.”
He chuckled in response, accepting that his fate would soon arrive in a sealed envelope. We both crossed our fingers that it was a big, oblong envelope with lots of paperwork inside. The small skinny envelopes are bad news, like the one my Mom received last week addressed to me from the Tyler School of Art.
I was working feverishly on a wedding album, hiding under my camel colored throw blanket, when we heard the UPS guy down below. I am sure he was already irritated that the walk up to our place required dodging Stephanie’s poopie traps amongst the beige colored rock. “Senjor Riiiiiiiicccccceeeeee!!!!!”
I was just too comfortable to move and it was just not necessary to do so. I heard the bow slide off the last string and fall to the concrete floor below, followed by the clocking of flipflops moving rather quickly through the house. “Uno momento. . . .POR FAVOR . . . . UNO MOMENTO!!!”
The door flew open before Andy even unlocked it, the excitement was just that powerful. I couldn’t hear much, “Tiene ID?” I felt a burst of wind as the doors flew back open with Andy flying through the house, red cape blowing behind.
Finally the lock made it’s locking sound and the footsteps ceased. The paper was uncooperative so it was destroyed with one swift tear. There, resting from it’s long trip was a magenta folder with images of artists on the front. Inside lay the golden ticket. Smile. Breath.
“I’m in.”
No Mom, I know you were hoping for something with legs and a heartbeat but not quite yet. I do, however, have a new addition to my business. It’s my logo. Steph, I am sorry to tell you that your guess was incorrect but yes the corn chowder was super close! The logo isn’t the only thing new. IN FACT, it’s a WHOLE NEW WEBSITE AND BLOG!!! Special thanks to Mark Harris at MAWKUS for a phenomenal new design and Ross over at FLOsites for such an awesome blog. To the best boyfriend in the world whose patience is unbelievable and most importantly all the amazing clients I have had over the years. Thank you so much.
I will now be posting all photo related news over at my Innate Photographics Blog at: http://www.innatephoto.com/blog
Please make sure you check out my new site as well, same old address, brand new wardrobe: http://www.innatephoto.com
Thank you for all of your support! Now that this is off the burner, more blogging. . . . i promise!!!!
So, we were waiting for the bus beside the leftovers from trash bags long since past when we saw Tamalito. We tried to tell him that we thought that he had moved. He may or may not have understood, but he did tell us that he was in Mexico City with his family. I haven’t noticed the motorcycle or heard the music, but his smile is still there and that is comforting. Kirsten told him that she wants to have her picture taken with him and his moto. I think he understood that one.
AWOL |ˈāˌwôl|
adjective [ predic. ] Military
absent from one’s post but without intent to desert : the men have gone AWOL | humorous now the parrot has gone AWOL.
ORIGIN 1920s: acronym from absent without (official) leave.
We met Tamalito one day when we were getting some quesadillas from down the street. We had a short conversation in Spanglish. Notice how everyone sounds like robots.
“Hi, good morning.”
“Hi, good morning.”
“We live up the hill, near you.”
“Yes, my name is Salvador. What is your name?”
“My name is Andy. Short for Andrew[Andres, in espagnol]“
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“My name is Kirsten.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you. What is your name again?”
“Salvador.”
“Oh, O.K. Nice to meet you.”
“You play the sax?”
“No, I play bass…contrabass. My friend plays sax.”
“Oh, O.K. I love to listen to alot of music.”
“I have heard your music. Rick James…”
“Ah yes! Rick James!”
“…And Culture Club..Selena.”
“Ah, yes. Yes.”
“You speak English.”
“A very little bit.”
“Yeah, us too.”
“It was nice to meet you. I’m going back to my house, now.”
“O.K. It was nice to meet you too. See you later.”
“See you later.”
“We call that guy ‘The Tamale guy’.” Kirsten says, after he leaves.
“Ah, Yes. We call him ‘Tamalito’.” Irma replies.
We continued to see and hear Tamalito until a couple of weeks later, at Christmas time. We saw him once while Steph was here, and then he was gone, presumably for the holidays. We haven’t seen him or heard Rick James at 120db at dawn since then, and we are afraid he has moved. The case of the missing Tamalito is afoot!
As most of you have heard by now, I have decided to apply to graduate school. I narrowed down my options to just 2 universities, Tyler School of Art at Temple University in Philadelphia and School of Visual Arts in NYC. I am excited about the prospect of getting back into the classroom and more importantly, using my camera for me and only me, well sort of.
Philadelphia would be a wonderful place to relocate, especially because my best girlfriend from college, Carla, AND cousins Jonathan and Stephanie would live very close by. They also offer fellowships that I am automatically considered for if I am accepted. The fellowships include full tuition AND a stipend. The only downfall is that there is not a lot of digital emphasis in the programs and much of it is thesis work, which means there is not a whole lot of technique classes.
NYC would also be wonderful. I have tons of friends who live in the city. It is one of the best places to shoot and network. Most importantly the program is a digital program, one of only 2 in the entire country. It would provide me with all the classes I am longing to take. The downfall? Ummmm, well it’s NYC. I have no idea how Andy and I would be able to afford grad school AND living in the city.
Well, I have submitted my first application and will receive a decision in April. I thought I might share with you the 20 I chose for my portfolio review. There are a few partial series and then a few independent images. I’d love some feedback.
OUR TOP TEN MOMENTS OF 07
10. 4th of July in the Outer Banks with the girls and Andy
8. (Andy) Making the FLAME YOU FOLLOW album with Spooner
7. (Kirsten) Winning the free blog from a design contest with FLOsites.com
6. Going to see the Navidad Pageant at the Refugio Infantil Orphanage
5. Psychic and tattoo day
4. Bed and Breakfast in Bath, Maine / Captains Cabin
3. Whale watch (more to come on that) with Stephanie
2. Taking my students to Maymont Park on my very last day at G.H.Reid
1. The night we ate at Kitchen 64, drank a bottle of wine & decided to move here.
KIRSTEN’S RESOLUTIONS:
1. Drink more h2o
2. Work out at least 3 times a week
3. Try to be a more positive thinking person
(don’t worry this does not include my sarcastic/self loathing sense of humor)
ANDY’S RESOLUTIONS
1. Drink less booze
2. Do fewer stupid things
(we believe that 1 and 2 kind of work together)
DISCLAIMER. . . . I am not quite sure WHY I appear to weigh about 300 pounds in this video, however I SWEAR I am not even close to being that heavy. In fact I have lost a bit of weight since moving here. Apparently Stephanie was using the obesity lens and focused smack dab on me.
Regardless, we meant to post this on Christmas however we were experiencing some tequila induced technical difficulties.
artificial |ˌärtəˈfi sh əl|
adjective
1 made or produced by human beings rather than occuring naturally, typically as a copy of something natural : her skin glowed in the artificial light | an artificial limb | artificial flowers.
• (of a situation or concept) not existing naturally; contrived or false : the artificial division of people into age groups.
See note at spurious .
• Bridge (of a bid) conventional as opposed to natural.
2 (of a person or a person’s behavior) insincere or affected : an artificial smile.
DERIVATIVES
artificiality |-ˌfi sh ēˈalitē| noun
artificially adverb
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Old French artificiel or Latin artificialis, from artificium ‘handicraft’ (see artifice ).
Last night I played a gig at a wedding. The group consisted of piano, trumpet, and bass. The pianist took a keyboard drum solo. That was a first for me and I thought I would share.
winner |ˈwinər|
noun
a person or thing that wins something : a Nobel Prize winner.
• a goal or shot that wins a winner or point.
• Bridge a card that can be relied on to win a trick.
• informal a thing that is a success or is likely to be successful : the changes failed to make the soap opera a winner.
ok, we’ve been slacking on the blog. there are two reasons for this. number one is that we’ve been doing other stuff. number two is that we are binge bloggers.
“Fuck! What time is it?” I love how she drops the ‘F’ bomb.
“About 1, i think.”
“The deadline is 6pm pacific time, that means i only have 3 hours, right?”
“You have 5 because we’re two hours ahead.”
“Okay, i think i can do this.”
It’s not unusual to hear for me to hear a random outburst from behind one of her computers at any time, so i’ve gotten used to it. It turns out that there’s a contest online where she could win a custom blog for her business. Given a random photo of some girl, she has to do something…anything…with the photo and include the company’s logo. She seems a little nervous because her expertise is not necessarily in design, but she dives in and spends the entire afternoon working feverishly, finally submitting her entry at 5:45ish. The next day she gets a congratulatory email informing her that she won. here’s the link: http://www.flosites.com/blog/index.php?link=24&cat=2
