So in love with love...

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jbnewcomb<3


May 10, 2011

My Humble Poetry, I

My Babies
Innocent, Curious Eyes
A Lovely, Sleepy Smile
Tiny, Strong Hands
Endless Possibilities
And Limitless Love
These are My Precious Gifts
The Luck I’ve Been Given
Twice.


xo
jbnewcomb<3

Thanks, Old Hollwood

There are not many movies for adults that children can enjoy too. Luckily, many movies from Old Hollywood are perfectly fine for me to watch with my five year old. Musicals are especially fun. She loves music and singing and dancing.

Compare adult themes in old movies to adult themes in modern movies, and it's like night and day. Kissing is so syrupy sweet in old movies and sex is rarely even mentioned. Of course not all movies from Hollywood's Golden Age are appropriate, but modern movies are pretty much completely inapropriate.

I love my DVR. I watch 75% of TV on my DVR for a half dozen reasons. And TCM is one of my favorite channels to record.

Recently, I recorded a bunch of Esther Williams films. If you don't know the name, she's the actress who played in all of those swimming and mermaid-type movies. What a beauty!

Because she prefers musicals, I was surprised that my daughter was hooked from the time I selected play for the first film. She let out a titter of excitment when I told her I'd recorded several Esther Williams films. "I really like this movie. I want to watch it everyday," she said with excitement for the 1945 movie Thrill of Romance with Van Johnson.

From the moment Esther Williams dove off of a high-dive board, Aurora was captivated. She'd obviously never seen that before, and technicolor movies are just so saturated with vibrant color.

Thanks, Old Hollywood, for producing films my daughter and I can enjoy together. :-)




My Tiny Dancer, Aurora :-)

xo
jbnewcomb<3

Get over it ALREADY!

I love photographs. There are thousands of pictures of my babies and they're only five years old and two months old. It's mind-boggling to think about how many billions, no trillions, no gazillions (lol) of photographs there probably are out in the world, all because of the digital revolution.

My first digital camera opened up a whole new world for me. I LOVED seeing the pictures I took in real-time without them being polaroids (another camera I was gaga for). I took thousands of pictures....a huge majority being of myself :P I was a teenager refining my look, and my digital camera was my mentor. Its biggest lesson: my ridiculously thin eyebrows didn't suit my face.

My husband still makes fun of me to this day when he finds on my camera phone pictures I took of myself after taking some of our children. But the truth is, if I didn't take pictures of myself, there wouldn't be very many of me at all because I am usually behind the camera. If I'm not behind the camera, then my children are still the main focus because they're so darn CUTE, so there really aren't many pictures of me besides the ones I take.

The first photograph I was truly proud of was that of a pelican on the jetty in Venice, FL. The composition was breathtaking. A large brown pelican peacefully sitting on these gigantic rocks, the beautiful Gulf of Mexico in the background. Ok, so the Gulf isn't the most beautiful body of water, but I'm a fan. And I still have that photo.

Until now, I've refused to tell people I was interested in photography as a career. Despite what people think when they meet me, I am pretty shy. I fake it well because I am friendly and like to make people laugh, but I protect my vulnerable side like a momma bird sits on her eggs.

Before I voice my passions, I like them to be mature so I can be confident enough. But confident enough for what? Even if all of the sudden I wanted to be a cheerleading instructor, my close friends and family wouldn't kill my dream with negativity despite me never being a cheerleader. But I still can't bare to let anyone know what I want or what I am capable of until I feel proud of it.

I loved art classes in high school, yet I couldn't STAND...I mean COULD NOT STAND drawing or painting or sculpting anything in a room full of my peers. There was no rational reason. It's not like people were staring at me (though I was paranoid they were).

I would barely get a thing done in class, so when I brought my finished works to class, people must have thought I was getting my big brother to do them or something. People were always impressed, and I won awards for every piece I produced.

I'm so mad at myself for not being more of a risk taker. I never get shot down, so why do I wait and wait and wait? Why do I torture myself?

It's time to be a risk taker and shout out to the world what I want.

I want to be a professional photographer! Most of all, A WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER!

There. I said it. I'm soooo tempted to delete this, so before I do. PUBLISH.


I took this of myself....duh :-P

xo
jbnewcomb<3