Our final photo project of the year, MY final photo project, ever, was on identity. It was open to interpretation. The photos below probably don't encapsulate what my project was really about, so I'll explain it here. My idea for identity was simple-- it was what defined me. My friends, my family, and myself. This is who I am, this is what I do, this is who I love.
A long, long time ago, my mom taught me how to make cupcakes. Okay. She taught me how to make box-cupcakes. Same thing. Anyways, my mom didn't follow the instructions on the box. She would always use two eggs instead of three, and just eyed the vegetable oil (instead of butter), saying that the cake didn't need to be that rich or fatty. To this day, I've made countless box-cakes and cupcakes, always only using two eggs, and always pouring what I think is enough oil. I think I'll continue this little tradition for a while.
This is one of my good friends Keli and her brother. I took this on a recent trip to Eastern Oregon. Almost every Memorial Day Weekend for the past several years, my family and family friends have taken a trip. What makes this one special is that it could be our last-- all four of us girls are graduating this year, and will be on opposite sides of the country this fall, for college.
I like this picture, because it's spontaneous. I had just told the two to smile, and the little brother smacked the big sister on the back. If that isn't sibling love, I don't know what is.
This is my sister and I at Red Frog Beach, in Bocas Del Toro, Panama. She took me for my [early] graduation gift. While my sister and I don't get along super well, and have frequent spats, we love each other. I find little bits of myself becoming more and more like her every day, and I don't really mind. She's one of my ultimate role models because of her ambition, passion, and determination to get what she wants.
This is me, behind a mask. I'm going to be cliche for a second and say that sometimes I feel like I'm wearing a mask, and that people don't know the real me. Sometimes I hide my emotions from others because I don't want to be vulnerable. Sometimes, when I'm angry or annoyed, it's because no one would like what came out of my mouth if I didn't shut it. Sometimes I'm just not bothered enough to let people know the real me. Who is that? I have a vague idea. I don't like her. Some parts of her, at least. Hopefully, someday, I can change into the person i want to be.
On a side note, I like sunglasses. I like how they hide me from the world. Except apparently, not here, because you can still see a bit of my eye. Damn.
On another side note, I developed this photo badly, so I tweaked it digitally, making it a bit extreme, contrast-wise. I'm actually quite dark in real life.
fin.
