Archive for May, 2010

OMG…almost every other day I hear …

“Should I or shouldn’t I “Friend” on face book”

 “Can you believe I got a friend request from so and so.!”

“Why do they want me to be their friend?”

“Are there ulterior motives…?”

“Are they checking up or stalking me??!!”

Looking over my friend list, I laugh and big time reminence n a sense.  All of the people on my friends list in one way or another have had an impact on my life…it could have been 41 years ago (yes, Gina, this could be YOU) or just yesterday.   Whether it be a neighbor, a grammar school classmate, a high school acquaintance, a college dorm mate, a co-worker, an ex boyfriend or girlfriend or someone in the world after college…you know….the professional world.  Do I choose my friends wisely…  yeah, I think I do.  Some were chosen just because of history, others for friendship, and some others to just reconnect.  It is a mind Fu*k in a sense to see some people on facebook. But the overriding theme is that All of these people, ( YES I AM TALKING ABOUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU) …in ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, made a difference or lasting impression in my life.  It could have been brief moment, a smile, a connection that did not last beyond the “wow” or holy shi*, or it could have been a past or present friendship or relationship.  I honestly believe that people come into our lives for a reason.  And I am sure that almost everyone reading this has received an email about friendship and whether it is for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.  Regardless of the reason, season, or lifetime, I guess what I am trying to say is that each and every person I encounter, stay in contact with, develop a friendship with, is actually a conscious choice.  Maybe I have not talked to you in years, or decades… but there is a reason that I have chosen to reconnect with you. 

It could be that in my mind I am thinking….

OMG…”Remember when we …”

Or “Remember when so and so did  ..”

Or maybe even…when we said a hundred years ago that “someday we will laugh about this”  and that SOMEDAY has now come around.

One thing I have always been proud of is my memory in a sense.  I have had more than my share of people saying…”Ask Hagan or ask Sandy/Sandra what she remembers.”  I always warned others…”You better watch out or you might be in my novel/book.”   This is NOT meant as a bad thing or a threat for that matter.  You have each made a difference and a lasting impression in my life. Now your assignment is to look over your “friend list” and see, take in, and find the glory in your friends and acquaintances, and realize just how they could have shaped what you were, are and will be.

So to end this tonight….Thank you for making a difference in my life…regardless of when, where or how and here’s hoping this season is great….and the best of “seasons” is yet to come ! 

In the words of the Byrds…..

To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it’s not too late!


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I don’t twitter, I don’t tweet.  I do yell on occasion and I can get in your face…facebook that is.  In this world of technology, I guess you can say I am a newbie…wet behind the ears… in a sense.  I think that the technology of today, as much as it has made some things easier, has also made many things crazier and more stressful.

Take telephones for instance.  Gone are the days when you called someone and you received a busy signal.  No voice mail, no call forwarding, an honest to goodness busy signal.  The busy signal usually meant one of two easy things to comprehend.., either the person on the other end of the phone was talking to someone else or the phone was off the hook.  Or if you were paranoid, maybe you would have thought that the person could have tripped over the cat or dog or misaligned rug and fell, dropping the phone and did not have the “help I’ve fallen and can’t get up gadget….thus another reason for the busy signal. 

Back then, you just couldn’t pick up a cell phone and send off a quick text, nor could you pop on the computer and write a quick IM.  You just had to wait it out or call at another time. I might be dating myself but think back 20 years to the cell phones that were the rave.  They consisted of an 8 x 8 x 4 inch big black bag with a cord coming out of it that plugged into your cigarette lighter in your car and the handset had a big curly cord connected to it just like the corded handsets leading to the rotary wall phone I grew up with. 

Now today’s cell phones pull out all the top features, bells and whistles.  A cell phone is just about as thin as a business card and completely fits in the palm of your hand.  No more cords unless you are charging it,  Easy to carry, can take photos, send texts and even check emails and facebook.  What more can you ask for???  But wait, obviously, there has to be more as it seems like every other week, a new and improved model comes out that is faster, better and more expensive.    

I think I liked telephones better before…at least I knew someone was on the phone or it was off the hook.  Now, because of our wonderful technology, I have developed a case of obsessive worrying.  If I called and can’t reach someone at home I leave a message.  Then I try the cell and leave a voice mail to only break down and then finally send a text message.  When none of these work…I think the worse, as where else could this person possibly be or what could they possibly be doing that they cannot answer the phone???  Did they drive off the road into a ditch??…and wait, if they did, I hope they heeded their mom’s advice and at least had on clean underwear. 

Thinking back, I could have used a cell, instead of hitchhiking home on I-95 from Hammonassett after friends left two of us up at a bar after seeing the band, Eyes.  Or the time the car broke down in a really bad section of New Haven, and I had to walk down Howard Avenue looking for a phone to call my parents.  But I made do with the situations and everything worked out in the end.  Would it had made thinks easier…yes, but would I have traded those moments that are now memories…no.   

Sorry have to run now as technology is calling me.  You see, have to call cablevision as my second TV won’t work now unless I have a separate cable box for it.  And I have a new voice mail on my cell along with three new texts.  Still have to check work email and home email and almost time to go to work, where I am sure there will be new voice mails.  I guess in this ever changing world, you either have to give in to the new technology at some point or you are out of the loop and left behind.

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Years ago…almost too many to mention, I had a grand plan.  I was forever the photographer…taking photos of anything and everything.  My Pentax K1000 was always in my car, under the car seat, in the trunk or somewhere within reach.  I was the papparazzi of nature, capturing a single eagle, a lone butterfly, a sunrise, a flower, or an amazing sunset. I had lenses, filters, and many, many rolls of 35 mm film in every ASA imaginable.  Color and black and white film, just sitting in canisters waiting to capture the next unforgetable moment, a lasting memory and possibly the next award winning photo for National Geographic.  Noooo, not in the tundra, not in some international country, but right here in the grand US of A and most likely…LOL…Milford, CT.

At that time, I needed a business name (in order to pay the great state of CT taxes) and I came up with Blank Exposures.  In a sense, a play on words for photographers … as NO ONE wants to have a roll of film developed to find it “blank.”  But it served its purpose in a tongue in cheek sort of way and fit with my personality.  And…..For a good 3-4 years, I was on top of my game…  I sold my photographs as cards and enlargements at craft fairs around Greater New Haven County.  I turned my hobby into a way to share my experiences with others, hoping that my photographs would strike an emotion, a feeling, a memory. 

So going back to my roots of my now non-existent photography booth at the local fairs, I am fondly naming my blog “blankexposures.”  Just like a roll of film sent out, one never knows what they will get in return.  And I must admit, I do not know where this blog will lead, what is next or if there is an ultimate plan.  It will be my way of expressing myself in words ( rather than in photos) of everyday happenings, fleeting thoughts, lasting impressions.  I can’t guarantee that my posts will be frequent but I can guarantee that they will be thought provoking in a sense.  Stay tuned as the best is yet to come!


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