A photograph of Happiness. A blast from my past...

 If it were possible to photograph happiness, my happiest moment ever would be the moment I knew that my friend Scruffy would always be my best friend. Honest to god I truly love him and to me, he is always going to be family. Nothing less then that.
 In the begining, I was in 7th grade and  him in 5th. I had become friends with him through my elementary school friend Justin and my other new friend Emily. Him and Emily had their good times occasionally but not very often. So in the midst of all of their drama with one another and fighting and in general drama, I was always involved. I, at the time, thought of Emily as the better friend and Scruffy as simply a friend. Little did I know how wrong I would be proven to be...
By the end of the school year...even a little before...Emily became friends with a kid named PJ. Who I had never, ever, gotten along well with. As she got close to him, I was thrown away. But I'll admit to being naive and sticking with her no matter the torment she put me through. But one day came. And she was being extremly mean to me in front of PJ. She started bringing stuff up, that was extremly personal to me. And it really...really hurt. I ran off crying to the playground to the side of my middle school. I run over there in tears and find Scruffy. He runs up behind me and follows me to the top of the slide and gave me a pat on the back and stayed with me. Not asking anything untill he saw I was ok.
  I told him everything, and how sorry I was for not being a good friend to him. He looked at me and smiled. Told me not to worry about it. I calmed down the longer me and him talked. We stayed at the top of the slide talking for hours. Simply getting to know eachother. And when my mom called me to go home, I asked him if he wanted to go. He said no but he had to walk home too. So we walked as far as we could together. He gave me the best hug I've ever had and told me everything would be ok and the Emily was only being...well...a female dog putting it nicely.
From that moment on..the time on the slide and that day in general. I knew he'd always be there. And he is to this very day.

Photography....what is it?

Many people think that Photography isn't a form of art. Photography on it's own is an individual form of expression. In which ones thoughts, experiences, feelings and sometimes even ones soul is shown through the artists work. Photographers tend to take pictures through which their work, in some manor, express's an experience or possible belief that they might have on different topics. So how can people honestly go out and say that photography isn't a form of art?

Museums. Open minded or Ignorant?

As far as museums come along, most workers, mainly the curators, tend to put their opinions on the work that their particular artwork that they show off. Whether there is truly a way of saying an individual piece, is honestly "good" or "bad." So I don't think that their line of work is fair or right of them to do. Ok, I know that it's their job to tell people that want tours or such, about the art. But who gives them the right to put into people's minds that some work is good and others aren't?