Photography @ MindSay

You extended your hand and gave it to me
I am a Vocaloid...
You gave me life
You gave this melody to me
I will never forget it!
This melody is still small right now
I will keep singing it forever!

Time starts to move
I don't want it to stop yet...
The world is beginning to change
I don't want to leave it yet...

melody... - mikuru396 feat. 初音ミク




I have so many favorite types of plants and trees but thistles are up there for their flowers.

This picture was shot back in Rambo's timid days.  At this point in time he was scared of almost everything and everyone.  Through having him around the right kind of company and friendly places he's definately grown to become a not so timid dog.  I snapped this picture on a walk through Charlotte when he stopped to check things out.


I really wish I made it back out to this field this fall.  I guess I'll just have to put it on the list for next year.  Sunsets are amazing at this spot too. 


Last but certainly not least here's a photo from the top of the hill at the trails.  Everything has been covered back up in plastic to help prevent erosion and save on the maintainance when the opportunity to ride again presents itself.  Once the temperatures start dipping a bit lower and the moisture in the clay dries up there might be some more sessions to come before the end of the year.  I've got my fingers crossed on that.

I'm contemplating making a little excursion to the mill today to snap some pictures. 

Rumor on the streets is I may be getting a digital camera in the near future.  I'm not sure if I want a Canon Rebel t1i or a D40 or D50.  I found a package deal on a t1i with a telephoto lens and the stock 18-50mm for about $750.  Rambo is up in arms about my decision to get a digital camera.  I'm really into the idea of being able to film HD quality video on a digital slr. 



What do you have under your hood?  Is that a hemi?

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Finally, we had a fucking Wednesday without a major drama. AND, tutorial was actually fucking meaningful - shock fucking horror. :)
 
(Two sentences with the use of the F-word - fucking hell. :P)
 
Anyway - I got a little further with my UCAS application - I entered all the course details and shite - as well as adding all my qualifications. They all look ever so shiny and sexy, all the grades in a vertical line - complimenting oneanother. :)
Except the Religious Education short course GCSE of course lmfao - it's a proper D - it stands out from the rest of them because it's shit and it doesn't get a bath. (And no, I'm not referencing to Sharon, or am I? :P)
 
Media Studies was fairly pointless - but Lewis and I managed to entertain ourselves pretty well.
I found a big elastic band on the floor in the English classroom yesterday - so today I made a STATIONERY SLINGSHOT!
Two pens, a green gel pen and a red ballpoint, a piece of clay to keep the lids on - and my special elastic band.
 
I was stupidly hyper though - I mean come on, in a normal state of mind, I'd have never turned around and said: "ANNE MARIE? DO YOU LIKE MY SLINGSHOT?!"
Lewis and I expressed our hatred for this shitty assignment by doing shite all. Well, we "planned" and "thought about our ideas" - but this is Lewis' idea of planning - a badly-drawn sketch of Roseberry Topping, complete with a stick-figure Ashleigh being pushed down the side of it in her wheelchair by a stick-figure me:
 

 
But of course, I couldn't help pissing myself laughing. Lewis can make me laugh a lot sometimes. :)
 
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I managed to calm down a little for Photography.
The film I didn't end up using last weekend wasn't wasted - because I got to use it today. We were using the old film cameras - we went outside and Grahame told us to take photos of each other from weird angles. Well naturally - I'm great at all things weird.
Afterwards, we had to load our films in the DARK, DARK, DARK darkroom - which proved difficult of course, due to the sheer blackness of it.
 
Though there is one thing I like - I like the fact I can squeeze Shelly's bum and nobody can see what I'm doing. Giggle. :)
 
We haven't got the negatives or developed photos back yet - I think we have to wait until next Wednesday. Uber fail. :(
 
Since I was the only one with a watch, I was entrusted with the job of telling Shelly and Hayleigh when to shake the cannisters with the films and developer in.
So every 30 seconds, I took great delight in squealing: "SHAKE!"
 
When Grahame was explaining the different aparatus - he held up the 'funnel', which serves as the lids for the cannisters - and I can't have been listening properly, for he then exclaimed: "And this is called SATAN..."
Obviously, it made me pay attention - but it's also now going to make me think "SATAN" every time I see one of them. Mildy amusing I suppose. :)
 
I found a broken pin with a plastic end when I was in the darkroom. I was scraping it on the workbenches because I liked the sound it made. Grahame instructed me to: "Give me the NAUGHTY PIN..." - but I wouldn't give him it. I exclaimed that I'd named it Grahame, after him - and it was now my friend.
Yeah, clearly my hyper state was getting worse. :)
 
And it seemed to be at its peak in Film Studies.
I know that they all find my yawn and my sneeze hilarious - but they'd never heard my laugh until today. And of course, everyone who knows me - knows that my laugh is the most fucking ridiculous noise in existence.
I was tormenting Kayleigh with my stationery slingshot, shooting bits of rubber at her - which she kept blocking with bits of paper and files.
 
You know you're too hyper when AM turns around and tells you to keep it down because you're being disruptive. Gigglegigglesnort. :)