When I was in 7th grade, my English class had a brief unit on Greek Mythology. This was the first and last time I’d ever study it (I was a math and science nerd, you see?), but I remember two distinct things about this unit in school…
1) I got reprimanded by the teacher for talking in class…a FIRST for me, the teacher’s pet…the good student.
2) Pandora and her box fascinated me. I could relate to her…I mean, I spent every possible moment searching through my house in the month of December looking for Christmas gifts. I remember as a young girl, poking holes in the plastic of the Pepperidge Farm gift baskets that my parents had bought for friends, just so I could take out those strawberry candies. As I grew, I continued to search (you know…since I knew the deal with Santa) and no matter how much I knew I’d be disappointed in myself for ruining the surprise, I searched anyway. I don’t know if Pandora knew that she’d be disappointed in herself after she opened the box, but after letting all of that evil into the world…she was most certainly a guilt-ridden mess. Luckily, at the bottom of that box…lying there all flattened, tattered and torn…was Hope. So despite all of the evil in this world, we would always have Hope. And in my adolescent 7th grade world of drama, that was such a profound feeling…such a comfort.
I’m in the midst of my annual crazy marathon of work. It begins in July with “Senior Season” and culminates in November with fall family portraits…Christmas preparations (cards, gifts, etc.) – – this is the feast of all feasts for photographers. So that when famine strikes in the winter/spring, we have enough income in storage to sustain ourselves until summer. I’m nearing the end of the marathon…it’s still several weeks off, but the end is in sight…when life can resume to normal. I can get back to a good running/yoga routine, I can cook a meal for my family and I can spend a weekend without sitting at the computer not one single solitary time. But for now, I’m camped out here at my desk…editing…processing…marketing…communicating. A recent graphic floating around Facebook depicted the time that photographers spend on the various aspects of their businesses. Much to the non-photographer’s surprise, only 10-12% of our time is spent shooting. This is no surprise to me, and the more anal I get with particular aspects of my workflow, the worse it becomes. So here I am…plugging away. THANK YOU to my clients for their patience…THANK YOU for your support…and THANK YOU for bearing with me during this hectic time of year!
I was talking with my dad a few hours ago and he asked me about my blog and where I come up with my verbage. He wondered if there was some sort of ‘photographer blog idea’ clearinghouse. Maybe there is…I don’t know. But I usually just shoot from the hip (thus writing unfocused and scattered posts such as this one). Sometimes I wish I had inspiration for what to write, but most of the time, the inspiration comes from the images that I post…the people that I meet…the stories that I get to tell. That said, I have a lot of images that I want to share and given the workload I have at the moment, I can’t possibly come up with lots to say for each post. So I had an idea…inspired by Pandora
Not Pandora and her box, but the Pandora of the 21st century…quite simply, one of the greatest things to happen to music. Ever. Ever ever. I couldn’t get through the hours on end in front of my computer without it…so that $36 annual fee is worth every penny. Truth be told…I’d probably pay 4x’s that. So for the next ‘short while’, I am going to have one of my favorite songs as my blog post title. A song and a picture (or 2 or 3). It’s as simple as that.
From Pandora’s website: “The name Pandora means “all gifted” in Greek. In ancient Greek mythology, Pandora received many gifts from the gods, including the gift of music, from Apollo. She was also, as we all know, very curious. Unlike those gods of old, however, we celebrate that virtue and have made it our mission to reward the musically curious among us with a never-ending experience of music discovery.”
Music Genome Project people…THANK YOU…