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Wednesday, 7 April 2010

hannah [part III]

Part III!
The Fowlers' yard interspersed with some on-the-way-random-park shots.
If you dislike sunflares, goldylight, or the sight of Hannah's face. . . go no further. All other brave souls, press on!

I call this next one Hannah Takes on the World. Like Emperor's New Groove.

Don't tell me. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.; Yep.; Sharp rocks at the bottom?; Most likely.

. . . Bring it on.

Meanwhile, back at the Fowlers'. . .

See? I am too funny. I'm just too much fun. You want me to shoot your photos. Because I am SO. FUN. See? Seee?

The fact that the dogs were licking Hannah awkwardly has nothing to do with it!

Fact: I need to spend more time on poses.

Ahhh. Goldylight.

see these in black & white here

Quiz: Soulful or Total Lame Bar Thing?

Annnnd we'll close with one of my faveytest faveses.

Hannah, thanks for making me feel like a legit photographer. Thanks for trusting me & letting me shoot my first senior portraits ever!! Thanks for the laughs, for telling me the truth, for traipsing around like foreigners, and for writing me letters in that ridiculous phenomenal handwriting.

I'll miss you!

-e

P.S. Eee! I forgot! Sir Horse made an appearance as well. Proof:

Okay. Now I'm really done. (:

Part II.

In which we head to the Fowlers, that being where we planned to go in the first place.
In which the sun sets as we ride along, we have sweet conversation, and I do not take Hannah's picture in the bus.
In which we come across a cool glade-thing on the way there.
In which we come across a sweet park-thing also on the way there.
In which William flies away.
And in which I take too many frames because I can't really tell if they're coming out right, and end up with so many photos that the ones at the Fowlers will have to come in Part III.

Along the way. . .

Bus stop. We had decided to be free of fear of men and just shoot wherever we wished, be it hamlet or hut. Cast off the inhibitions and proclaimed to the world through the two large cameras around my neck, the fact that I was placidly taking her photo at a bus stop, and the helium baloon that we were. . .
yabancis.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yabancis! Cover your children's eyes!

Also: faugh and fie on cars parked near lovely light and grassy glades. Fie I say. But three cheers for the random grassy glades in the middle of Buca too. . . We were scurrying to the Fowlers' as fast as we could when we came upon it. Street to the right, street to the left, apartment buildings behind . . . but a glade nonetheless!

(see what I mean about cars?)

I love me some new spring-time grass. That alive alive alive green colour that only lasts a little while.

In case you haven't noticed yet, Hannah is kind of sorta a little weensy bit beautiful.
Like maybe a teensy bit. And I am no, not one tiny bit jealous - not oooone BIT.

When in the course of daily events there comes a time, around six thirty at night, that the sky decides to begin its bed-time rituals; when the light turns brilliant and the sun shakes out its hair into goldy flares. . . at such a time as this I become weak-kneed and cross-eyed from the sheer loveliness. I tremble in my flip flops. I take way too many pictures. I drool. Et cetera.

I learned so much from my own mistakes this shoot. My deleting rampage was an embarrasing but cleansing experience. I do not wish you had been there. Some were easily pitchable. Others? Take the below for example. Imagine this picture, except Hannah facing the other direction, face and baloon towards the light. Got that? AHHHHmazing, it would have been!

Neyse.
Happiness.

and finally. . .

part III coming soon. . . hope you like em, Wheely!!

- e

testing, testing - 123

I think I just figured out how to get my blog images to show up LARGER!
What say ye??

Yes? No? Too much scrolling?

Monday, 5 April 2010

hannah [part one]

Where to begin?

I wrote those words probably fifteen minutes ago, and then gave up and went to sort more photos. Ha!
Hannah. Or Wheely, as we affectionately call her. It must have been about six months ago, when she actually was a senior, that we talked about doing some photos. Life got in the way, Hannah went to England for a few months, and the idea was generally forgotten.

Until.

Well, until Saturday. Hannah's leaving for America next Monday where Tennessee and beauty school await her. She's already known as the hair-dresser of the youth group, and most of us have had her work her hair-cutting magic on us under the back-yard basketball "court" light. She's fearless with those scissors in hand. In fact, she's an all-around fearless woman. I admire her confidence, joy, and eye for beauty. She's frank and honest, but she sees so much good in everyone around her that her openness often leads to encouragement. And her outsides are as beautiful as her insides. Which is saying something.

We wandered around Alsancak with friends for a while, as Hannah visited her favorite haunts just one more time. We were heading for the waterfront when we saw him and his big bouquet of baloons. And one of the em matched her scarf. Irresistable? Pretty much.

We popped in a few little alleys, because I just couldn't resist (even though we were technically supposed to be "hanging out" at this point, not taking pictures. Same difference, right?)

Then it was off to the waterfront.

It was still uber bright out there at four. I arranged myself so my shadow juuuust covered her - and it worked! Mostly.
[Problem #234 with pp: sliiiiightly different tints to the series shots.]