Every Picture Tells A Story
By TamaraEden on October 04, 2011
Ben Folds at Columbia University. After the show, we made eye contact. I giggled like a freak.
My childhood dog. We lost her around the same time we lost the childhood house, my grandmother and my grandfather. I remember telling an ex-boyfriend, "I know I'm probably wrong but I feel like I'll never be happy again. I couldn't possibly find joy after this pain." He said he hoped I was wrong. I was.
Somewhere up in California's wine country, we stumbled (illegally) into a private wild safari park and walked up to this giraffe who put her head gently into Cassidy's hands. Then we were (politely) asked to leave.
A blurry moose in a blurry background on a blurry morning in Wyoming.
My parent's dog, Cody. You can tell this is from when I liked him because the picture shows him as gentle and beautiful. I see him as neither of those things now.
An awkward pre-teen or tween moose.
The reflection of palm trees against smooth ocean at the crack of dawn in Islamorada, Florida.
Sheep in Blairstown, NJ.
This photo was one of two that I've taken that have gone on to become album covers for musicians. An honor, really.
Somewhere outside Vancouver from a helicopter.
Several years ago I went with a platonic friend to San Diego because the flights were insanely cheap - $150 per person roundtrip. It was supposed to be platonic but one night after beer (him) and potato pizza (me), it wasn't. I was mourning an old love while falling in love with someone new who wasn't this friend. My current husband is one of those three guys but not the most obvious choice. I was confused and a bit sad. We went to the San Diego Zoo and I wandered off and leaned my head against the glass, staring at this orangutan for awhile. He never stared back. To this day, not one person has ever complimented this photo. It never mattered. I was there. I can compare the memory to the orangutan. It is a good photo.
A cat I once knew.
Another cat I still know.
A dog I once lived with.
Zebras in a row.
A lone elk in Montana.
Oh, I've had some times. And there will be more. And maybe, just maybe, I'll photograph your times.
Kickstart me. Here I am trying to grow. I raised a child for two years. I made a blog and poured my heart into it. I bought a professional camera and have learned how to use it. I know what I want for beyond this current life. I can. I can. I can.
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