To write or shoot, that is the question . . .

When I go into my WordPress dashboard, it keeps reminding me that this is my “primary” blog, but lately I’ve been far more faithful to The Neophyte Photographer. I’m twenty-six days in to my 365 project.

Right now photography seems so much more compelling than writing, but I’ll be back this weekend. I’ve got a couple of things I’ve been mulling. Until then, feel free to have a look-see over at my other place.

Speaking of photography, the instructor for the lighting class I’m taking at UNR is Jeff Ross, a successful commercial photographer here in Reno. Check out his blog for a sample of some of his work. Amazing.

Guilty

I love it when we can make fun of ourselves!

Six photographs

I’m starting a new photography class at UNR on Tuesday. This is the Photographic Lighting class and I’m a really looking forward to it. The instructor sent us an email today telling us to bring six of our best photographs to our first session to share with the class. Here is what I’ve chosen.  Four of them are from my 365 project.

© Carissa Snedeker

 

© Carissa Snedeker

 

© Carissa Snedeker

 

© Carissa Snedeker

 

© Carissa Snedeker

 

© Carissa Snedeker

Bad, bad Leroy Gingrich

Wow. Either all those South Carolinian conservative evangelicals stayed home yesterday, or they don’t really believe their own definition of “family values.”  If they did, Rick Santorum should have been their guy.  Instead he came in a distant third with less than a fifth of the vote.

From the sword-sharp pen of James Carville:

I mean, most people thought it was kind of a watermark when your Tea Party gang booed the golden rule. You know, I’ve spent some time in Philly and they have always thought they were pretty radical because they actually booed Santa Claus and Willie Mays. Philly, I’ve got news for you — you ain’t got nothing on South Carolina Republicans. They just aren’t buying any of that do-unto-others garbage.

[ . . . ]

I would like to take a moment to revel: I cannot personally tell you how pleased I am to see old Newt rise to the top after listening to all of your nauseating, sickening lectures on the evils of government and the importance of family values. Now, you guys have to deal with a $1.6 million Freddie Mac consultant (who says he wasn’t a lobbyist) who has been married three times.

Any high ground the social conservatives might have had going into yesterday’s South Carolina Republican primary vaporized in their full-throated approval of a serial cheater, D.C. insider and child labor advocate.  Seriously, I’ve got nothin’.  The Republican base has made it crystal clear:  They want to hate. They LOVE to hate. They want the meanest junkyard dog they can find, and that’s what they went for yesterday.

She’s back! And this is a good thing!

I just found out yesterday that Anglachel has been back since around the first of the year, so I’m playing catch-up.  She always has an interesting perspective on the dynamics within the progressive/liberal sphere. I just finished reading Modes of Reaction and Revolution.   Take a peek.

Caucus (Updated)

I didn’t decide to do this until about a day or so ago.

I’ll be attending the Lyon County Democratic caucus later this morning.  Part of me is wondering why I am bothering, but since I didn’t go in 2010, AND this is the year that the DNC will issue a new platform (not that they’ll follow what will surely be a watered-down bowl of mush), I thought I’d add my two cents. I might add more than that, and in fact, that’s a pretty good bet.

Make no mistake, the only people who will be getting out in the wet weather and attending a Democratic caucus in a year where there is no contest for the nomination will be the hard-core Dems.  I’m going because I want to see what is on the mind of these people. Have they had it? Are they willing to rattle the cage? If I like what I hear, I might stick around.  If I hear the same old, we can’t rock the boat bullshit, I’ll be heading for the door.

This isn’t to say I’ll be neutral. In recent days I’ve also come to the conclusion that come November 2012, given the current field of candidates, I’m going to have to put on my big girl panties hold my nose and vote for Obama. I’ll not be leaving the top of the ticket blank this time.  Not that I think he’s any great prize (as regular readers will know), but he beats bat-shit crazy any day.

Just don’t ask me to canvass for him. That would be a bridge too far.

Update: Some photos from today

I heard a strange sound in the middle of the night

Rain.  As in: downpour.

Of course, now they’re worrying about flooding.

What’s next? Famine?

Yay WordPress!

 

Stop SOPA!

A moment of Zen

I was playing with my flash tonight.  It’s hard to capture the Nina I know in photographs, but this one comes very close.  This is her Whatcha doin’, Mom?  look.  My 365 photo for the day can be found over at The Neophyte Photographer.   Yeah, I know there’s other stuff going on in the world. I know.

Two weeks down!

Fourteen days into my 365 Project over at The Neophyte Photographer!