"A Girl And Her Cat" By: Me (Part one)

There once was a girl named Elli. Her and her boyfriend Marco were living together in this run-down old house in Midtown Canada.Elli was a beautiful, red headed, wild punk rocker kind of chick. While Marco was more quiet, friendly but the lead singer to his own personal band "The What's?"Both were young, being only in their mid  twenty's.

One day, Elli awoke to a weird purring noise. Getting up realizing her boyfriend wasn't beside her, or even home, she got her robe on and went to see what it was. She went to her front door and opened it to see a basket. Pulling the sheets off it, finding nothing. She held the basket and turned to close the door, to see a baby bobcat starring back at her. She leaned down and it dashed away. Looking all over her house looking for the strange cat, she was also pondering the question, "Where was Marco?"
Two or three hours later she had given up her frantic search. While blasting her new "Black Veil Brides" playlist on her ipod speakers, she finds a note on the floor.

"Dear Marco,
          Haii sweety. Thanks for all your help the other night. I feel a lot better now. =] Your amazing. See you next week! *kisses*

                                                                                                                  Love,
                                                                                                              <3 Patrisha."

To her shock, she realized the name. It was Marco's ex girlfriend. Marco hadn't mentioned her to Elli lately though. But he has been gone a lot more often. Elli thought to herself, "....could her really be cheating...on me...?" Shaking off the thought of it, the mysterious bob-cat re-appeared.

This time she had sat down and the cat jumped onto her lap and lied down purring loudly. Elli sat there, with the strange cat on her her lap asleep, for the most of the remaining day. For once in her life, she could relax. At least until Marco gets home...

A career in Photography: Nature, Wildlife and Traveling photographer.

If I had to chose a career in photography I would LOVE to become a wildlife nature photographer. Even with Nature shooting, that would be amazing. I've always had this interest in animals and I really like most of the pictures I take on my walks. So I think it'd be suitable to say that I'd go for Nature, wildlife and Traveling photographer for my Photography career. =]

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?

If that is what good art is. What exactly is "bad" art?

Bad art. Is there such a thing? Think back to the days of cavemen. Was there such thing as bad artwork? How about the Medieval Times or the Romance Era? Was there?
 Thinking back into man kinds histroy. I can't exactly place the thought of how to describe "bad" art. Cause there never was nor is there such a kind. "Bad" art would to me, I guess, be something that an indivdual can't relate to. Something in which one's self just did. No reason or feeling in it. It's just, in a sense, kind of there. Dead space.
 But to the everyday person, I guess "bad" artwork doesn't truly exist. That's simply how I think of things.

The idea behind good art is what exactly?

Good art. Is there truly such thing? So many styles and so many fashions and procedures. What exactly makes a person say it's good? Every indivdual goes through different life experiences. Thus changing they may look or act towards different things. That includes specific art. So in order for a particular person to think or believe that something is "good" They must have something either to compare it to, or something in which it makes them think about. Wheather that one thought is a good or bad one, is fully depending upon that particular person themselves.

So in general, I say that "Good Art" isn't so much as "good" as it is unique. Cause art lays in the eye and minds of its beholders. Nothing more or less to it really. It's not based off of skill or that of talent. But that of spirit and personality and experience.