We Did It!

There’s nothing more fulfilling than being able to finish what you start.  As a former project manager, nothing is more frustrating than to set a goal and to not complete it in the prescribed timeframe.  Conversely, it’s totally exhilarating to reach a goal, ahead of schedule and to take a moment to celebrate.

So, here we go!  Congratulations to Quincy Sean Stallworth for being the 100th person to like my Facebook Page. Quincy is the winner of the Ten Facebook Likes in Ten Days Challenge, and will receive an 8 X 10 print of his choice from my collection.  I don’t think he knows that he won…or that he even walked into this situation, but it’s good all the same.

So – How exciting is that? I know I’m excited, because I’ll be honest: I didn’t think that I would make my goal of getting to 100 likes on my page by my birthday on Thursday. But I did, and although I’m really thrilled that I achieved this milestone in my photography journey, I’m ready to push even harder to continue to create images that everyone can relate to.

I see the future, and it looks pretty bright from where I’m standing. And I’m glad to know that I have all of you along for the ride to keep me company and to keep me honest.

Thanks to everyone on Facebook who shouted me out to their friends, linked to or reposted my images, used my images as their profile pictures, etc. Thanks to all of my blog subscribers. Thanks to all of you who have connected with me on Twitter, Flickr, 500px and PictureSocial.  Thanks to my friends on Tumblr and I promise to get over there more often.

Thank you to all of you whom I have met offline and allowed me to capture your greatness and uniqueness. Thank you to my friends and family who believed in me and had nothing but encouraging words to say to me when I had trouble believing in myself, when I had nagging self-doubt that kept me up at all hours of the night.

It really means a lot to me…all of it. You have no idea. I am truly grateful.
Onward and Upward!

Peace and blessings.

Last Chance to Express Yourself!! Don’t Be Left Out!

It’s a new month! Let’s all breathe a sigh of relief as we say goodbye August, goodbye earthquakes and hurricanes! I’m looking forward to great things happening this fall.

And to kick off my birthday month, I want to make a final appeal to you for your help.  Earlier this week  I wrote a blog post asking for your help in selecting one of four photos to submit to a street photography contest this coming Friday, September 2nd.   Well, it’s Thursday, September 1st, and I haven’t heard from you…perhaps you had a good reason…maybe you didn’t read the original post, or the follow-up post I wrote yesterday …I understand.  We all get busy.

But for heaven’s sake…this is social media!  What’s social about ignoring a chance to comment, tweet, or talk smack on someone’s blog?   Yeah, I thought so!

Anyway, to those of you who took the time to comment on the blog, on my Facebook Page, or via Twitter, thank you so much!  Special shout-out goes to my friend Noel…you are so awesome!  If you’re on Twitter, you need to follow him.

And to those of you who are procrastinating or just being obstinate, well…. let’s just say, time is running out.  I really want to hear from you.  I really, really, really do.  I know you’re out there, lurking, and it would really be nice to hear your thoughts.   It will only take you about 5 minutes to look at each photo and tell/tweet me which one you like the best.   That’s all.  Nothing more.

Here are the photos:

Man, She's Not Impressed. Taken June 29, 2010 in NYC.

Look at this woman’s expression….classic NYC “nothing phases me.” Not even a man doing a handstand without his hat falling off!

If you don’t like “Man, She’s Not Impressed,” register your comment.  Tell me what you don’t like about it…and while you’re at it, choose from one of the other three images below.

Chicken Head. Taken June 19, 2010 in NYC

Yes, I called the above image “Chicken Head.” I took this at the 2010 Mermaid Parade in Coney Island.  She was wearing a KFC bucket on her head  and chatting away with her friend, totally oblivious to everything going on around her.  Appropriate?  Yes.  I think so.

Respect His Manhood. Taken September 27, 2010 in Jersey City, NJ

One of my favorites is the above image, “Respect His Manhood” which I shot on the streets of Jersey City, NJ last year.  A man who has the guts to use a frog umbrella in the rain without blinking an eye gets my respect.

Lovers In Their Own World. Taken June 29, 2010 in NYC.

Finally, I was going to go with “Lovers In Their Own World” (originally titled “Lovers Embrace Among the Chaos”) because I think it embodies what street photography is all about.  In the midst of all of the chaos in the heart of midtown Manhattan, in a city notorious for its anti-commitment, love em’ and leave ‘em sentiment, I captured this couple, holding one another in a tight embrace, oblivious to the madness.  They didn’t wait, they found each other, held on to one another, bags and all.  Believe me, that’s a feat unto itself (those of you New Yorkers can relate to what I’m saying).

Anyway, I don’t want to unduly influence you.  I want to know what you think. Hit me up on Twitter, Facebook or here in the comments.  I promise.  I won’t ask after today.

Thank you and peace.

Photos of the Day: The Best of Wired Wednesdays, Wired Beans Cafe, 7/27/2011.

Taken July 27, 2011 in Philadelphia PA

Hey everybody, I wanted to take a break from the daily Photo of the Day posts, and share some of my favorite captures from last week’s open mic known as Wired Wednesdays at Wired Beans Cafe.

Check out the entire photo set on my Facebook Fan Page!

Thanks to Robert Wheeler and Rosa Diaz for making me feel welcome and thanks to all the performers who brought their A-game that night.  Looking forward to doing it again real soon!

Taken July 27, 2011 in Philadelphia PA

Taken July 27, 2011 in Philadelphia PA

Announcing the New PWTP Facebook Fan Page – Go Check It Out!

If you are a fan of this blog, be sure to head over to Facebook, check out, and LIKE the BRAND NEW PWTP FACEBOOK FAN PAGE! 

Well, it’ s not really “new” per se, because I activated it last year, but I decided to revamp it, i.e., clean it up, rename it and reorganize the furniture just for you! 

Think of it as a Daylight Savings Time gift.  In exchange for the hour you lost yesterday, you gain more stuff to look at in your Facebook news feed! Yay!!!

At any rate, I wanted to make it a place where I could showcase images from this blog, along with new images that I plan to post exclusively on Facebook, not anywhere else, not here, and not over at my Flickr page.

Here’s an example of a capture I posted this weekend to Facebook. The idea is that I’ll take, and share, quickies like this only on Facebook exclusively with those who follow me over there.  However, I’m making an exception with this one because I really want to entice you with my photographic charms.  I’d give you chocolate too, but that’s kinda hard to do over the Internet.

Also, since I’m all about photography without the pretense, I will also be posting informative and helpful, jargon-free (or close to it) links to some of my favorite photography websites.  It’s my hope that the resources I share will be helpful and not intimidating to those with even just a passing interest in photography.  I think photography can and should be enjoyed by all, and if possible, those of us who engage in the practice should do our part to try to de-mystify it, if that’s possible.  Okay, enough of the platitudes….

Lastly, I will be featuring, from time to time, links to images created by some of my favorite photographers of all skill levels. Yesterday, for example, I posted a link to the work of a really talented hobbyist who captures some really fascinating street and candid images in north Jersey.  If you’re on Tumblr, go check him out for yourself

The bottom line is this:  Go over to my page, click the Like button, and I promise to make it worth your while. If not, send me your address and I’ll mail you a box of chocolates :-)

In the meantime, thank you for your continued support, and I will resume my Photo of the Day posts later this week. See ya later!

The Way I See It Today: The Internet Needs a Root Canal.

“I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

If you spend a significant time on the Internet like I do, it’s easy to come to the same conclusion that Mr. Longfellow does in the above quote.

I do not deny that there are a lot of amazingly talented and smart and accomplished people out there in cyberspace. I also do not deny that many of these same people are damaged goods, whose hearts and minds are in need of healing and perhaps some clinical intervention. 

Despite their brokenness, they have a right to form online communities, express themselves and band together to advance shared beliefs, an agenda or a cause. 

What they don’t have the right to do is be disrespectful and flat-out crude, rude and socially unacceptable to other people who simply have a differing opinion.

Nor does one’s right to freely express oneself give anyone the right to drown out dissenting voices via blaming and shaming. For those of us who have any degree of insight to the human condition, people who engage in blaming and shaming tactics are seen as doing this to camouflage their own prejudices, blind allegiances and personal shortcomings.

I must confess. There is something seductive and strangely gratifying about being able to craft an online persona, to move anonymously from forum to forum, bashing and hating on others without anyone having a clue who you are and what kind of baggage you tote around.

But occasionally, we come across some stranger online who writes something so brutally honest, perceptive and brilliantly insightful, that their words seem to cut through our bullshit. Their words seem to peer directly into the depths of our souls.

We hope to goodness that this person doesn’t really know what we know about ourselves, and most of the time they don’t. We know this but we feel like we‘re being exposed, stripped bare and put on display.

But before we’ll ever admit to being found out, we lash out. We go on the defensive.  And if we’re lucky, we’ll ring the alarm so that a whole bunch of other broken people can cosign our online temper tantrums or our irrational and hate-filled rants where we make generalizations about people we don’t like or people we don’t care too much about because one person brought the truth to our doorstep and it made us squirm.  And if we’re really good, we can get that person banned or their blog or website shut down.

Is this a victory for freedom of expression?  I don’t think so.  It’s a victory for groupthink and I’m here to tell you that this is not a good place for us to be.

Sadly, the Internet has reached a tipping point. Perhaps it’s a reflection of what’s gone wrong with society in general these days. I’m not quite sure.

But I do believe that the time for honest self-assessment is upon us, and maybe one day, we’ll show Mr. Longfellow to be wrong as two left shoes. I hope this day is sooner than later, because the Internet is beginning to seem like it’s in desperate need of a root canal.  Or maybe an enema or a colonic.

What sayeth you?  Do you think that there are corners of the Internet that have devolved into a cesspool of hateful groupthink ? Has truth-telling on the Internet gone underground?  And if so, why do you think this is?

Speak your piece.

The Way I See It Today: Choosing Sucks. The End.

Hello everyone,

Lemme preface my remarks by saying that I was going to write this thoughtful and well-reasoned post about how and why we make choices, and how we should take into account how compatible our styles of decision-making are to the decision-making styles of those we care about, whether they be people we love, like, work with, carpool with, or whatever. 

My post was going to be based on a piece I came across a few days ago entitled “The Gift of Choice” by life coach and motivational speaker Lolly Daskal, whom I follow on Twitter. I will say that it was a really good piece…if you’re into that kinda thing, you’ll probably agree with me.

But I’ve been playing around with the point I *really* wanted to make in my mind and decided (yes, I chose) that I really didn’t want to make my original point.

I’m just gonna come out and say what I really want to say:   Choosing sucks.

There are those who would say that as a woman, I am confronted with too many choices. And,they will also say that,  as a woman, I’m not really equipped with the right skill sets to sift through all of the options available to me and make the best or most appropriate decisions.

Perhaps those people are right.  It doesn’t really matter to me one way or another anymore.  I don’t care about the science or mechanics of decision-making, or whether or not men make better choices than women.

The bottom line is, I don’t want to choose.  Moreover, I don’t care about trading up to more, or better, or faster, or higher or cuter, or snazzier, roomier, brighter, crisper, or crunchier. 

I don’t want any of it. 

Deep down inside, I want a man who is strong enough, confident enough and sure enough to decide for me. 

Here’s what I would say to that special man:  “You choose.  You tell me what you want, and I’ll be happy to oblige you.”

I think I may be regressing.  Or maybe I’ve turned a corner.  Either way works for me. You choose.

This Weekend’s Photo Selection: Salvation (or Arms Outstretched to Embrace the Sun)

Hello everyone,

I wanted to share this photo that I took last week and posted on my Facebook page to see what kind of response I’d get.

Many thanks to all of my FB peeps who “liked it” and/or left a comment.  

Also, thanks to Keith for suggesting that I call this “Salvation”…in a very significant and deeply personal way, it fits. He always finds the right word/s when words evade me…..

 

The Way I See It Today: It Takes a Lot of Heart to Admit that What You’re Doing Ain’t Working

 

(c) 2010 Mom of Three Photography, all rights reserved

 

Hello to all of my peeps out there.  I’ve been away from the blogosphere for about a week for a variety of reasons.  It’s been tough having to unplug myself from my cell phone and computer, blog, Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook accounts…but what they say is so true:  That what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  And more aware. 

I took some time to do some reading, studying and reflecting.  While I’m pleased to report that all of these activities have opened my eyes to a number of things about my life, my relationships, my dreams, aspirations and hopes, I’ve also realized that I’m not built to sit around and wait for life to fall in my lap, that I’m a go-getter and I have to make some things happen in the immediate future.  And the people around me have to be the same way.  I can’t make this compromise.  I tried, and it’s not working.

I trusted the words of people who presented themselves one way and turned out to be a shell of who I thought they were.  It was a big letdown.  Huge.  

 That has been a hard pill to swallow for me, because I never believed in the sentiment that the grass was always greener on the other side.  In fact, I always laughed when others fell for the old bait and switch, vowing I would never do that. 

But in a moment of weakness, I did.  And I’m admitting that I made a grave mistake.  I gave up my life for a new start. My life was far from perfect, but it worked and meet my needs. 

And although I’ve grabbed hold of new opportunities, I did so thinking that I would be doing with someone who would have my back.  Boy was I wrong. 

And those of you who really know me, I don’t like to be wrong.  I don’t like to be embarrassed.  And I don’t like to repeat myself and I don’t like to be lied to.  And I don’t like excuses being made to me because I don’t like to make excuses.

Well, nothing snaps me back to reality than the cold hard realization that certain things in my life aren’t working.  At all.  I’ve realized that if I continue to bury my head in the sand about these things, they will sink me for sure. So I will be working very hard to eliminate and/or change those things. 

I’m not afraid to admit that maybe some of my choices haven’t worked.  I humbly admit that they haven’t.  And I’m also comfortable with admitting that the current state of things aren’t working.  But I’m not one to sit back and wait for someone to give me something when I’ve always been one to go after what I wanted or needed.  I had a lot of good teachers who encouraged me to not sit on my hands and wait for the pie in the sky to smack me in the face. 

So as of today, it’s over.  I’m done with just getting by.

The Death of Relating, Or Why People Won’t Stay in Their Lane Anymore

Totem pole

Image via Wikipedia

 

So I went on a Twitter rant earlier today because I reached a breaking point: I’m tired of people telling other people what they have to do when it comes to their relationship choices. 

Effin tired is an understatement…I really am ready to take a baseball bat to the next person who complains like this, and piss in the pools of all you people who think it’s okay to tell women what to do and what they need to resign themselves to accept in life. 

So you’re a beautiful, ambitious woman who has invested a number of years on her career. Now that she’s over 40, you wanna judge her based on limited information? Because you’ve concluded that she needs to get with the program?  It’s her fault that she can’t get a man who will be honest with her? It’s her fault that men juice themselves up, claiming to do and be more than what they really are, a bunch of lazy ass loser types who, despite their perennial loser status, feel that because a woman is over 40, she should be happy with that?  Eff that! 

My short answer: hell to the naw! And shame on you for suggesting, no, demanding otherwise! 

No one likes to be lied to. No one likes to be led down a dark and winding path to nowhere. And some men will cling to lies like poison ivy on a house, sucking the life out of a woman, just because he really has convinced himself that he’s more of a catch that what he really is. 

Stay in your f*cking lane. 

And this applies to women, as well. I’m not discriminating here. All you chickenhead clucking bottom feeders who think that men will put up with your drama and bullsh*t because you’re such a catch? Yeah, right.  Time has a funny way of leveling things out. 

Why don’t you go and find someone just like you and smack each other in the street, create a scene, get it out your system and go home and get it over with? Geez! 

It used to be that people knew and understood their limitations, their boundaries and stayed in their respective lanes. If you were short, you knew that you needed to get someone shorter. If you were fat, you were either faced with two choices to get a mate: you lost weight, or you found another fat person and kept it moving. At least you had something in common: the buffet line. Ugly people knew to get together; goofy people, likewise. 

But nowadays? There is a disturbance in the force that is pervasive and quite troubling. People lower on the evolutionary totem pole feel that they are entitled to the selection on the expensive menu. And damn you, you beautiful, smart, educated, ambitious person, for rejecting a bottom feeder. You must change your standards, and be happy with me and my crooked-tooth, no job, no-life having ass! Because no one else will want you…you should be grateful that I have come to save you from a life of lonely misery. 

Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be alone and miserable than to be constantly reminded that someone is doing me a favor.
I don’t know about you, but all of these people are missing out on true happiness when they’ve allowed their self-delusion to convince themselves to put themselves out there like that in the first place. 

I’m not an ugly woman, by no means. But I’m also very realistic about *myself* and I wouldn’t lay a guilt trip on a man in order to be in a relationship.I wouldn’t lie to him because I have it in my twisted little mind that he needs me.  

 See, the word relationship has at its root the word “relate.” How can you relate to someone if the premise of your relationship is based on two lies: one, that one person had to misrepresent him/herself to another, and two, that the other person accepted the lies out of guilt? I don’t know about you, but there’s no relating going on in that instance. There is, however, a whole lot of delusion. And confusion.  And neither does a relationship make. 

This is how people get hurt. And that’s one of the principal reasons why there are so many hurt people walking around, ready to stick it to the next person, the same way it was stuck to them.  And the ones who aren’t hell bent on revenge are just scared out of their wits.  And the ones who are left?  They’re just waiting for the next best thing. I’m here to tell you. There is no next best thing.  It’s as good as its gonna get.  And the sooner we realize that, the better off we are.  

We average people need to understand that we live in a hierarchy.  To honestly believe that this hierarchy is that fluid is to honestly believe that I have a bridge to Brooklyn for sale.  Because the house lights will come on at some point, and the truth will come out.  And no one likes to be lied to.  

 I’m just sayin’. The madness has got to stop. Everyone is *not* a star; everyone is not that smart; everyone is not that beautiful or handsome; but there is someone for everyone. And if we all were a little bit more practical, more realistic about ourselves, more comfortable with our flaws, and saw the truth about ourselves, instead of asking someone else to buy into our twisted sense of the truth, maybe the world would be a better place, and maybe people wouldn’t be so afraid of putting themselves out there. 

I’m just sayin’. 

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T.I.: A Case Study of the Troublesome Blurring of Boundaries Between Art and Reality.

Mug shot of T.I..

Mug Shot of T.I., Image via Wikipedia

 

There’s nothing wrong with art, or artists. There is a lot wrong with our take on reality these days. 

The news that rapper/actor/producer T.I and his wife, Tameka ”Tiny” Cottles had been arrested, spread like a California brushfire across the Internet and blogosphere yesterday. 

Twitter was ablaze with the news, and I watched my timeline light up with tweet after tweet about the recent chain of events that found “The King of the South” entangled with the law yet again. 

Okay, enough of the light, fire and flame metaphors. 

Here’s my question. When are rap artists and celebrities in general, going to stop living their real lives like they’re in some kind of music video?  I humbly submit that they will stop when we as Americans stop glorifying that which we say we disapprove of.  I humbly submit that we will never ever do that anytime soon, so until we do, we need to stop pointing the finger at celebrities who do wrong and get caught. 

I mean, really.  Think about it. 

Let’s look at the T.I. case.  I know T.I. and Tiny are living the life.  They were pulled over in a Maybach, not a Toyota, for goodness sake.  

The “righteous” among us have argued that money does not excuse you from the obligation of following the laws.  They say that T.I. should have learned that during his first stint in the joint.   

And by all accounts, once he got out, he made every effort to demonstrate that he learned his lesson and wanted to put that bad experience behind him.  According to Yahoo Music, ”The multiplatinum rapper starred in the nation’s No. 1 movie, recently married his longtime girlfriend, taped a music special for VH1 and was wrapping up a new album.”   

It’s quick to judge and be dismissive of T.I.’s predicament.  It’s easy to blow him off and be negative and say that he hasn’t learned anything.  Judging from the hundreds of comments, I would say that there are many who just think, well, he hasn’t learned anything. Okay, fair enough. 

However.  

While I think about T.I., I can’t help but also think about other examples of celebrities who have had multiple brushes with the law, and can’t seem to distinguish real life from the characters they portray in movies, films and music videos. This isn’t a phenomenon exclusive to rap artists.  

I’m going to suggest that the post-modern era  has ushered in a serious case of collective self-delusion, greed, addiction to excess, and a deeply entrenched narcissism so troublesome, so deep-seated, that no one can even see the forest for the trees.  

And since art imitates reality, we can’t be so sanctimonious that we point the fingers at celebrities like T.I. and Lindsey Lohan, and Paris Hilton without taking a hard look at ourselves as well.  

We glorify excesses in our art, music and culture.  We want what the T.I.’s of the world are able to obtain. And they feed those images back to us and a deadly cycle is perpetuated.  We want, they get, they display, we want more. 

Out of that comes a twisted sense of envy and jealousy and disdain, along with an unhealthy measure of hero worship.  It blinds us to our own flawed nature.  We begin to believe that we wouldn’t ever do what our heroes do if we were in their position. 

Yeah, right. 

But when our artists take these excesses to extremes and get caught by the law, we point the finger in smug judgment. That ain’t right. From where I come from, we call that hypocrisy. But who wants to be called a hypocrite these days?  We live in a society where it’s cool to pass blind judgment. 

We laugh at Lindsey Lohan’s run-ins with the law but secretly wish that we could live her life.  We smile smugly when we hear that she flipped the bird in court.  Because quiet as it’s kept, on its face, we know for a fact that justice is not really blind and definitely not fair. And if we could flip the bird with little or no consequence, we would. 

We clown Paris Hilton for her excuses offered about her drug addiction.  But how many of us would be strong enough to resist the excesses she’s surrounded by every single day?  I didn’t think so.  And how many of us fall prey to our own little addictions?  You know, our addiction to the Internet, Twitter, Facebook, ice cream, chocolate, sex, gambling, etc.  

All those skeletons in our closet are on full display every time we take a pot shot at celebrities.  Their fall from grace only demonstrates that reality is filled with people with poor self-control and very fragile self-images.  We should care if T.I. goes to jail again, because if art and reality are so blurred to the point where we can’t even see our own twisted natures, there’s nothing stopping you or I from being next. 

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