I don't miss Instagram. Like I said in my last post, I gave it up a few weeks ago. While I loved sharing my photos with you all, Instagram ruined memories for me. When you take pictures with a camera, they are usually much less frequent than when you take them with your phone every day. I don't have to hope for likes when I print out a picture or take one. I noticed that the more I used Instagram, the more I stopped using my camera. I hadn't used it in months when I decided to quit. In recent days, I really missed taking pictures with my camera. I even thought about how I wanted to take photography seriously. Not family or portrait. I'm not really into that. Something more me: fashion, food, journalistic. I asked a friend of mine through work, who is an aspiring model, if I could take pictures of him. He humbly obliged. I have a few more people (boyfriend included) who are also more than willing to get free pictures in exchange for adding them to my portfolio. It's really exciting. According to my horoscope, this year is about my career and social aspects of my life because my love life is finally in order. How true is that? So here I am, focusing. Driven. It's pretty damn cool.
Because it was raining yesterday, my BFF and I decided to spend our day off together. One thing led to another and we were snapping photos. It really made me miss my tripod & convinced me to buy a remote for my camera as well. Now, my friend is no professional photographer & I'm really surprised the lighting looks so well in these pictures compared to how dim it was in real life. Don't let the pictures fool you. It was not that bright and I was not wearing shiny eye makeup ;) But I'm excited to print out these pictures of my son and I. I actually had better pictures, however, my son absolutely did not want to cooperate one bit for these photos. No matter how many times I told him to make a sweet face, he wanted to be a crazy. Oh well. This is my son we are talking about here. He's a character. When I'm old and saggy, I can't wait to look at these photos. I think I'm grody now, I'll be looking back and appreciating my good looks. My eye lids weren't that saggy and my body wasn't that flabby as I think it is now. Women! Psshht. Am I right? I'm kind of bummy that Mike was at work. We barely take pictures together! I should start a new project with him and I called "Picture a Week" where we take photos together & as a family at least once a week. No matter how silly or inappropriately timed, it needs to be done. We can't let these memories pass us by! Memories are well worth documenting.
Oh, I also added a new task on my 30 for 30 list in the right sidebar since I accomplished one already. Every time I accomplish one, I get to add one more. The new item is to "get a tattoo". That should be fine, right? Except that I decided my tattoo would be under my boob. It already sounds painful. I even scratched my forearm with my catlike claws to see how much pain I could tolerate in a sensitive spot. Lemme just say how annoying it was to endure the scratch. Im sure that it will be annoying but I really want it. I mean, I pushed a 9lb baby, without meds, out of my body. That means I can surely get this tattoo without being a wimp? We shall see.
Until next time my friends, be safe and enjoy your upcoming weekend!
PS (off subject but related to the first picture), random thought: Can you believe that there are people out there in the world that find it creepy or weird to kiss their child on the lips? What gives?!