mud pies to medicine: Playing Catch Up

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Playing Catch Up

I woke up before the sun today which is quite a rare occurrence for me especially on 4 hours of sleep. My life is medical school, with a little bit of photography sprinkled on top. The morning sky through my window is beautiful. Normally I squint at it through one eye, think about getting up, and then bury my head in my pillow. These pictures do not do it justice but I don't have time to be picky and it's a nice use of the negative-space-oo-lala-i'm-an-artsy-photographer principle. So picture #10 Up with the Sun

Also, I am running short of things of which I can take pictures. People love pictures of kids and brides and pregnant ladies. Unfortunately there are not a lot of children in medical school, there are some though :-P

And since I just love wedding photography I got all inspired by the classic shoe shots and decided to take a try at it. Ideally I would have gotten these a little sharper using a tripod but I was shooting far too high (on top of a bookshelf) to use my tripod. That also would have required I go to my car and get the tripod out of my trunk. I still like the colors and how they turned out though. Just because I don't have a wedding to shoot doesn't mean I can't try! So picture(s) #11 Shoes!

My Michican antique store purchases are really coming into handy as props! Handkerchief was $1 and the fantastic antique luggage, only $8. And the shoes are Enzo Angiolini (Macy's clearance right after Christmas!).

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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.