Megan - the girl with the radiant smile and a beautiful heart.
March 24, 2014
March 02, 2014
I'm committed to a school here in Indiana as a Photography and English major. And let me tell you, making that decision was hard. As in crying, fighting, praying, confusing hard. It has taken a semester and a half for me to feel confident in making that decision, but I know the Lord wants me there. On the days when I think "But...I could just start my business now. I could travel! I could make money from sessions!", He gently reminds me of just how much I still need to learn. And as the brilliant Lydia Jane said to me in an email:
"My advice to you would be to throw yourself into college completely. Make friends with people who are different from you, join some clubs, wander around campus and people watch! I'm not lying when I say I miss something about college every day. It's a beautiful mixing bowl of so many different kids of humans, ones who love Jesus, ones who hate him, ones who are open to thinking about him for the first time. I learned to care for so many more people I would never had met in my Christian high school. I was able to talk with them and learn more about their lifestyles, ask them questions about what they thought of Christianity, and then go back to working on a project together. All of these interactions will help you understand and care about your future clients. Sticking yourself out there in class will help you be brave while shooting a wedding. Having deadlines and exams will help you be responsible with your clients later. Taking risks during assignments in school (where the worst case scenario is getting an 'F') will help you take risks during a wedding or a photo shoot."
Does this mean I'll stop blogging personal work? No! I'm going to be a photography major...I will most definitely have work to share with you. :) But this past year, I have learned and seen that blogging is not as important to me as it used to be. I get the sense that it's not as important to a lot of the blogging community anymore - probably because a lot of us are getting older - but I also hope because we're trying to deepen the relationships we have with the people we can touch and hear and see right where we are. Is that just me or are there others of you who feel this way? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
The Photography of Olivia G. does not have an official website/blog yet, but I'm hoping to have one soon and will share that with you when the times comes! And though I sound very cheerful and hopeful in this post, don't expect a post of recent work soon. It's cold and the ground has snow on it again and this summer girl is currently tired of trying to be creative. ;) But, I do hope to post at least once or twice in the month of March. Thanks for sticking by me and for wanting to follow along with my little life.
February 04, 2014
Most people we come across tell us we're lucky. We think we've been brought together by a God who knew how much we would need each other. It's not very often that four girls can become (and stay) best friends. But it's been three years and we're still going strong. And though college is approaching quickly, we're determined to stay strong for the rest of our lives.
This is us:
We're called the Core4. Four girls turned best friends who, despite differences, were brought together through our similarities. Different styles. Different families. Different passions. Different dreams. And yet, when it's just three of us, we feel incomplete. When it's just two, we hardly know what to do with ourselves. We bonded over three hour classes and twenty minute lunches, but these soon turned into weekend sleepovers and mornings over coffee (and frappuccino) cups. In the span of five minutes we can go from talking about our deepest dreams to laughing about past memories and recent jokes. When advice is needed it is given from three different perspectives, which is almost always better than one. When encouragement is sought, there are three different pairs of arms to hug. We sing together and cook together. Achievements are celebrated, life is enjoyed, futures are discussed. Our interests range from history to art, but we share a passion for people, each in our own way. Some days we are counselors, some days we are listeners. Some days we laugh hard, some days we talk deep. We know how much we need each other and so we refuse to be anything less than best friends.
January 31, 2014
I'm currently in the process of separating my business from my personal blog, so I'm trying not to blog work from the fall, but I couldn't resist posting these. This girl insisted she wasn't photogenic, but we made some stinking gorgeous senior photos!
January 19, 2014
After five more inches of snow and a broken plow, we couldn't get out of the driveway for church. So we put together an impromptu brunch: fresh eggs, crunchy bread, spicy sausage. The atmosphere of the kitchen was almost overwhelming to me and I started to think (as I have been lately) of when I won't be waking up to this. There is chatter and laughter from multiple rooms, and little boys shoveling snow outside. And those sounds mixed with the sizzle of cooking food creates a music that I could record and listen to over and over when I am lonely. And so even on the most imperfect of days, these moments will still be remembered as some of my favorite.
January 13, 2014
give me summer.
1. Sitting in the back of a truck bed at 9:30 at night next to a highway might not sound appealing, but when it's shared with three friends who love to laugh, we don't even notice how odd we look.
2. Put your bare feet as near as you can to the flames without getting hurt. Scoot your chairs closer. Now listen. Let me tell you a story. It will make you laugh and it will make you smile. Then another. This one will make your skin tingle and you'll say you hate me for telling it. So I'll sing songs across the flames in funny voices and I promise you won't hate me anymore.
3. Produce covers the counters until the white tile underneath could hardly be seen. And still buckets full to the brim sit on the ground. "It's because of last year's drought", we say, trying to explain how so much food could come from what was planted. The funny thing about gardening is that eating the produce isn't the best part. No, I know the very best part is watching a friend drive away with a bag full of fruits and vegetables, knowing their dinner will consist of something we planted with our own hands.
4. Memorize this feeling. Don't you dare let it go. Don't you forget what it feels like to sit on these bleachers with the friends that make you who you are. You're watching your best friend show sheep and another friend show cows, but really, you're soaking in friendship. You're walking around the fairgrounds and buying expensive ice cream that melts all over your hands, but really, you're soaking in summer nights. Soak it in until it starts to leak out. Soak it in so that on nights like this one the memories are still sweet.
> Some words about my favorite summer memories. Some film scans from the time I bought a disposable camera to capture the last weekend of summer. Both because it's only January 12th and I'm already aching for summer.