Right now, I feel a lot like the guy in this image (oh, and that was me too) must have felt--a small viewer on the cusp of something so far beyond me in scale and comprehension, a particle carried by large movements and processes, a bit daunted, also chilly. I'm talking about being part of a life, specifically my role in this one. I've been blessed with the opportunity to work as a full time paid photojournalism intern at the Bellingham Herald in WA for the next 6 months. I know that this is small stuff compared to the loud noise I was talkin' earlier in this post, but what its done is to remind me of how little sway I have when it comes to directing the course of my life. For months I've been sending out portfolios, my best hopes and efforts of directing the ship, and despite receiving some encouragement and praise, had to settle for the pro-bono variety of internship. But just when I had settled into the idea of rooting myself in Boulder for a bit, paying my dues unpaid, I get this wonderful offer to move somewhere that’s also apparently wonderful. Although exciting, this is a bit of a jolt. Not how I planned it, lets say. But that’s what’s got me in awe right now--the uncontrollability of a life, the frailty of my agency and will, and the gentle and steady dance of all things beyond me with which I too am learning to dance.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Beyond My Design
Right now, I feel a lot like the guy in this image (oh, and that was me too) must have felt--a small viewer on the cusp of something so far beyond me in scale and comprehension, a particle carried by large movements and processes, a bit daunted, also chilly. I'm talking about being part of a life, specifically my role in this one. I've been blessed with the opportunity to work as a full time paid photojournalism intern at the Bellingham Herald in WA for the next 6 months. I know that this is small stuff compared to the loud noise I was talkin' earlier in this post, but what its done is to remind me of how little sway I have when it comes to directing the course of my life. For months I've been sending out portfolios, my best hopes and efforts of directing the ship, and despite receiving some encouragement and praise, had to settle for the pro-bono variety of internship. But just when I had settled into the idea of rooting myself in Boulder for a bit, paying my dues unpaid, I get this wonderful offer to move somewhere that’s also apparently wonderful. Although exciting, this is a bit of a jolt. Not how I planned it, lets say. But that’s what’s got me in awe right now--the uncontrollability of a life, the frailty of my agency and will, and the gentle and steady dance of all things beyond me with which I too am learning to dance.
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I like it when you wax poetic in your posts. Congratulations once again on your new employment situation. I hope that the move goes smoothly and that you find Bellingham to be as good a fit as Boulder seemed to be.
Also, is that a bit of dust on your sensor? Perhaps someone at work will have some expertness in sensor cleaning.
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You're spending a lot of time on Digg these days aren't you Brendan? :-)
evan, that is indeed dust. I'm terrified of cleaning my sensor the wrong way, so its about as dusty as a cabin at summer camp before saturday morning chores.
Thank you for the congrats. I think fitting in to a place is partly a matter of letting that place shape you a bit. That said, my disposition strongly favors places like Boulder and Bellingham. I'd bet yours does too, Petrie.
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