Remember when I told you guys that I had entered a photo contest? And then I told you when I found out that I was a finalist in that contest? Well, I bought the book of the collection of photos that they offered (of course) and it finally came!
FI – NUH- LEE. I only ordered it in AUGUST.
Anyway, in one of those posts I promised to share the picture that made Finalist status. I will, but first I want to share the book with you. Because what kind of “finalist photographer” would I be if I didn’t take 900 pictures of the book, my photo in the book, my name in the back of the book? I mean, really.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a teensy bit disappointed that the photos are that small. I didn’t realize how many finalists there were, because reading paperwork is for chumps, and I assumed that we would each get a page. Or a half a page, at least. Whatever. It’s my name and my photo in a legitimate book that is used by professors and professionals (that’s the part of the paperwork I actually read). And that’s what matters, right?
And now, here is the finalist photo. Even though it’s in the second photo above. I’m all about shameless self promotion. SHAMELESS.
I’ve said before (just click those links in the first paragraph) that when I took this photo I didn’t like it. But, after Lisa looked at it and loved it and I was able to get it on to my computer and have a good, long look at it, I fell in love. The only thing I haven’t done is name it. #dailygrind, perhaps? blizzard dogs, maybe? Whatever.
This book couldn’t have come at a better time. I’ve been feeling very blah lately. I blame it on the time of year, that shitty time between New Year and March where you want to change and are optimistic of doing great things but then you realize that that feeling is just gas. It passes and you move on. Seriously though, I’ve been feeling a little lackluster because I don’t have anything to be proud of at the moment. There’s nothing for me to post on Facebook and get praise for. I didn’t get engaged, married, or pregnant. I don’t have a new boyfriend or job to show off. I haven’t even taken down my mini Christmas tree that I insist on putting up in my room, even though no one but me and my roommates (my parents *cough*) will see it.
Meanwhile, my Facebook and Instagram but be broken because I’m still waiting on the flood of likes and double taps and compliments. And yea, shit like that does matter to me because there are more good things in life other than engagements, weddings and pregnancies. Not many, but some.
Sorry, I really did have to go there. It’s not like I don’t follow/ am not friends with people I actually know on social media. Even though I get more random likes, especially since my Instagram is set to public. That made no sense. I’m stopping now.
What should I name that photo?