mud pies to medicine: Not Sleeping Tonight

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Not Sleeping Tonight

Big test tomorrow. Cardiopulmonary. Not much time, must study more.

I took a needed break to edit a photo. This Photoshop eye tutorial had me messing around with a photo I've already posted other places. I fixed up the eyes, exposure, color, what have you and ended up with something I really like. This one was taken while I was in India. Sometimes it has nothing to do with skill. I had tied a scarf on my head and turned the camera around to snap a picture because I didn't have a mirror, and this is what I ended up with, funny face and a colorful scarf. I was a little hesistant to post a self-portrait but I don't have time to care about it. The before image is below.

1 comment:

LeiJanuary 13, 2012 at 9:22 AM
Nice work, Danielle! So glad the tutorial is helping you explore other options.:) Once you learn how to do layer masks a whole new world opens up!!!
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The inspiration you ask?

I miss making mud pies. There is this huge rock in my front yard. To call it a rock really does it a dishonor. It is a boulder, brought home by my father on a huge dump truck after he blasted it out of a work site. My mom one day told me that even though it is nearly 2.5 feet high, 6 feet long, and 2.5 feet wide, that it was, in fact, only half-showing. The scientist inside of me was disbelieving and set out to get some proof. Clad in a dress, bow in my hair, and my best accessory, a shovel, I trudged outside ready to prove my mother wrong. That is when the digging began. I dug, and dug, and dug, and nearly all 3.5 feet of Danielle fit in that hole when I had reached the bottom of the rock. That became my digging spot, my mud pie kitchen. Each day it was dug, and each evening it was filled back in. Sometimes the holes were small, sometimes they were enormous, and most days the hole was turned into my mud mixing bowl with that rock as my counter. The novelty never wore off. The ebb and flow of my childhood was, in many ways, measured by the ever-changing depth of that hole in the front yard, the hole that never really disappeared even each day after it was filled in. Even though the grass has grown back in that spot, there still remains, an indentation, the scars of a childhood well lived and the disbelieving scientists I have always been.

So, you ask me why I want to be a doctor? I do not want to be a doctor. I want to open a mud pie bakery with the cash register on that rock in my front yard. But, somehow, I doubt I would stay in business long, for the world seems to have lost its taste for mud pies. I guess being a doctor will have to do.