confessions of a not-quite tomboy

confessions of a not-quite tomboy

I have to admit... I've never been a girly girl. And I never will be. That didn't used to bother me, didn't used to make me bat an eye. I grew up in Iowa, as a farmgirl, interested in animals and books and nature and science. I hardly played with dolls past the age of two (instead sticking by the Legos and Breyer Horses) and flatly refused to wear dresses for all but the rarest of events.

As I've gotten older, though, I've become slightly more girly. But just slightly... I won't deny a love of flowers, pretty fabrics, cute kitchenware and a good perfume. I even like to dress up at times, but admit that it makes me feel pretty much ridiculously uncomfortable. Living in a city has made me acutely aware that I lack, utterly, a sense of style. I see women every day that I envy, in their carefully picked outfits, their feminine dresses, their lipstick and nail polish and heels.

And though I know that's not me, and never will be, I still feel that twinge of jealousy at times. Because those girls are the worshiped ones, the ones society puts on a pedestal and on magazine covers and in advertisements. The young, the hip, the thin, the beautiful. And living in a city, it's hard at times to remember that the world I fit into best - the outdoorsy hikers, the nerdy scientists, the quiet bookworms - is out there.

I struggle with such concepts on a daily basis - who I am, who I'm expected to be, and who I want to be. I let my inner critic tell me all the ways in which I could be better, and all the ways in which I come up short, compared to others. And I wonder at times, does anyone else do this? Those pretty girls, walking around town with their wavy curls and tall boots and perfectly picked jewelry - do they ever falter, in their confidence?

I may never know.

Oh, and... I figured such thoughts probably paired best with a self portrait. So here's me, reading in bed at Belle Isle Castle (yes, wearing my glasses... that's rare), during a 30-minue exposure.

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Uploaded on Feb 1, 2012

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a morning greeting

a morning greeting

From a handsome fellow. I wrote about this guy here. At one point during his morning grazing session he wandered over to say hi, and we shared a few moments of sniffing each other's noses (it's a horse thing).

Image made with a Hasselblad 500 C/M.

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Uploaded on Feb 1, 2012

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where happiness comes easily

where happiness comes easily

On a not-so-terribly-good evening, it helps to post an image of a beautiful place, and to remember the light, the mountain, the clarity and the calmness of such a place.

Image made with a Hasselblad 500 C/M.

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Uploaded on Jan 31, 2012

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the trials of prince charming

the trials of prince charming

A remarkably similar color scheme to the last image I posted, but an entirely different subject.

No toads were harmed in the making of this image. In fact, after I fitted him with a state-of-the-art tracking device, this little guy was released into the garden.

Just kidding. About the tracking device, that is. Not about the garden.

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Uploaded on Jan 31, 2012

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my favorite viewfinder

my favorite viewfinder

It's true.

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Uploaded on Jan 30, 2012

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