The Ninja Strikes Again

The Ninja Strikes Again

So, to say I’m a photographer would be a complete shot in the dark, because I am the farthest thing from it. All I have under my belt in regards to photography are two classes of imaging tech that I took in high school, one of which I was put in as a mistake. I’m not skilled in perfecting aperture or using the rule of thirds, I just don’t have the sort of eye for it. So when I was asked to continue the Nikon 1 series while on my trip through Europe, well let’s just say I knew I wouldn’t be able to provide as much of a technical viewpoint as the first post. That my take on the camera would be more along the lines of a review you would read on amazon rather than a complete overview of the camera.

With that being said, Europe is absolutely amazing. You tend to fall in love with cities while looking at pictures of them and that was definitely the case for me in regards to London and Paris before I was ever given the opportunity to travel there. So in using the camera, my goal was to take photos that would capture the beauty of each city. Essentially you can return home and talk about how great the trip was but it’s different when you’re able to tell the stories while showing the pictures.

My favorite thing about the camera hands down was it’s size. While the people I was traveling with were lugging around giant cameras, I was carrying one that, I felt, provided me with just as high quality images, just in a smaller package. Although I’m one to stray from wearing a camera around your neck and embracing the whole tourist look, the camera is so compact that hardly any attention was drawn to it at all.

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The Editor At Prom

The Editor At Prom

Prom, it’s filled with stress, anxiety, and excitement. All three were in attendance as the looming day came upon us. Prom has always been something for the girls. So it only makes sense to go in attendance with some of your closet friends. As the school year winds down to an end, it only becomes clearer that soon you’ll be leaving the comfort of home. That single night serves as a sort of last hurrah between you and the people you have spent the last four years of your life with.

Although some girls take the entire day to prep for those few hours, I was too lazy to start until around 3:00, which of course added to my stress since my group was arriving around 6:00. But we made it to dinner on time, even through all of the mishaps that happened along the way. Some of which included me running late, and one girls dressing snagging on a corner and ripping all the way up her leg.

Strangely enough the theme of the dance was Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Weird, but it somehow worked. The invitations were Wonka chocolate bars and each held a golden ticket.  The venue was of course all sorts of cliche, balloon arches, a photo booth, confetti cannons that shot off when prom king and queen were announced, and balloons that fell from the ceiling shortly after. But as soon as you stepped onto the dance floor you all but forgot that you were at a high school prom as you tried to maneuver through the throngs of sweaty bodies.

But the night doesn’t end when the dance does. Afterwards, everyone in the pictures and a few stranglers got together for a bonfire. There were s ‘mores, “scary” stories, and movies. It was a nice way to spend time with the people you’re closest with. While also being a bit nostalgic, the night served as a reminder that soon everything is going to change. I’ll be off to college, and so will all of my friends, some the same and some different. It was a reminder that I’m growing up, you can’t stop the hands on the clock, or rewind, all you an do is hold your head up and take the change is stride. Because although it holds the unknown, the future holds a plethora of great moments waiting to be experienced.

 

 

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