Brand Representation

Christmas Shoot

Recently my job held an incentive and I actually won a Nikon 300! This was a PERFECT win for me, because I am trying to improve on the quality of photos I take of my daughter.

Our 1st photo-shoot was Christmas themed.

One of the things you will notice in these photos are location. I much rather take outdoor photos because I can be more creative and open with the background. However it was pretty chilly around the time of this shoot so I had to make do with what was available to me.

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Started off with Kenzy hiding her face from me!
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Until she decided to no longer hide her face from me! 🙂
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She had a little dance party of her own!
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She could not mask her excitement.
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Eventually she made her way into the tissue paper!
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Yea she thought that was cool!
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Soon she became tired of taking photos & I had to steal one when I could!
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But with smiles like this, she can take pictures anywhere she would like to! 🙂
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This photo isn’t from the same shoot, but I couldn’t resist!!

In relation to Brand Representation the quality of these photos are pretty good. What could be better and what many shops require are white or 1 color backgrounds that do not take away from the image. There are some shops who love outside photos with the background of trees or even the playground. As long as it doesn’t take from the photo and the product it will usually qualify for a good Brand Rep photo. One other thing to look out for are shadows. Shadows can be distracting. There are maybe 2 or 3 photos here with obvious shadows.

 

Instagram Profiles:

  • @Kenzy.Michelle (Brand Rep account)
  • @Preloved_goodies_kmw (Preloved items account)
  • @chellyyyyyann_ (My personal account)

 

*Photographs are taken by me unless stated other wise. Please do not re-post pictures without permission.
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Holiday Traffic

Over the past couple of days I have learned I am not built for Holiday Traffic. Well I am not built for traffic period, but Holiday traffic is the worse.

Yea I know that nobody enjoys  traffic; but lets just pretend that I am the only person for a second!

Having to watch people weave through lanes and between cars like they are on NASCAR grinds ever gear I have; witnessing the stupidity of drivers not having on their headlights for on MILES & MILES; Even the lack of using a signal light has my head ready to explode.

It seems like the Holidays bring out the worse drivers known to man kind, places them on the road together and then something in this fabulous world we live in directs them towards me. I get stuck on the road with all the people who CLEARLY should not be driving.

I know I am not the only person who feels this way.

Don’t misinterpret my complaining! 🙂 We are all humans and we make mistakes, I get that! However being Human does not provide people with a free pass to be openly horrible and obnoxious drivers.

Yesterday in 1 trip to a location across town, I was cut off TWICE, I ended up behind multiple people who never EVER heard of a Signal light; I passed a couple Elderly Texters who were completely lost in their phones and unaware that they had gotten into their cars and onto the road. I also encountered a few tailgaters who had a problem with me doing the speed limit.

All I could do was continue driving while talking a crap load of mess with an occasional curse word that I later apologized for.

Thank goodness I have improved my Road Rage! 🙂

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The Cabin

Creative writing is still very difficult for me, but I appreciate these challenges. Writing Challenge #2, click HERE to participate!

Every morning around this time of the year, for about 4 weeks, I would wake up to the most beautiful smell: Pumpkin Marshmallow. The sweet-smelling aroma swiftly engulfed the cramped cabin where my family and I stayed during the Holidays. The scent was not overbearing, it provided just the right amount of warmth needed for those chilly November mornings! The sound of pots and pans raddling and clanking in the kitchen was just a little reminder that Thanksgiving was around the corner.

 

Mother loved Thanksgiving; it was the only time of the year that all the family came to town and enjoyed each other’s company. The holiday visit usually lasted about 2 weeks; once the it ended everyone quickly returned to their busy eventful lives in the big city! Everyone tried to stay in touch the first few weeks after Thanksgiving, but generally that didn’t last! It would go back to just being Mother, Dad, and the twins after the Holidays. The twins are Lily and Kyle; my family adopted them when they were about 6 months old. They are actually blood cousins, but according to documentation and family bond they are my younger siblings! In total Mother and Father shared 6 children: the Twins, Mark, Cassie, Paula and Myself!

 

I usually came to town a few days early to help with the Thanksgiving preparations. The week leading up to Thanksgiving we were required to get everything in the house impeccable, as Mother and Father prepped the food. Mother wanted floors and walls scrubbed spotless,  Fall decorations flowing throughout the house and the fireplace equip to burn chips of wood all week long. The house remained very busy and smelled delightful, between scented candles and home cooked greatness. As each day passed everyone’s excitement grew greater. The anticipation became almost unbearable the day before Thanksgiving Eve. This was also the day for the final touches on the menu and last minute cleaning sprees!

 

On the day before Thanksgiving, Family would start to arrive at all times of the day. Some would bring dishes of dessert and others would bring the liquid inspiration, not that anyone needed it. The men would gather in the den to watch sports while trying to smoke Cuban Cigars on the hush; Father would open windows hoping to air out the smell but it never worked! Aunt Francis would bring Christmas sweaters that she was able to weave together on her own. She was very good at what she did, but those sweaters were not always appealing. Every year she would request a picture of everyone in their sweater and it eventually became a Christmas card. Then there was Cousin Billy and Cousin Frank, they are brothers and I believe my 2nd or 3rd cousins; they always seemed to have a “new date” or “new friend” every Thanksgiving. It’s like those two were allergic to settling down.

 

Each year it seemed like our family grew; everyone was branching out and starting families within our already large Family. The cabin was always so full of laughter and love during these days. We all would sit and talk for hours about former memories and share outrageously embarrassing stories. Mother would always find a way to sneak in her photo albums; she mainly went for the same one every year. This photo album as outlined in the shiniest silver you would have even seen & if it was tilted in the correct position the reflection of light would allow the pages to shimmer. It was a very beautiful album. The album contained baby photos of my siblings and myself. Every year we created new traditions and even revisited old ones. Every year we argued, laughed till we cried and cried until we laughed.

 

*……..*

 

It has been a long while since I experienced a Thanksgiving so full of joy. Once Father became sick the holidays became dull and the laughter was no longer present.

 

He fought his battle as long as he could; but after 2 years of fighting it was understandable that he was tired. Mother took his passing very hard; she began to give up on life herself it seemed. The Twins moved out and off to college right before Fathers passing, so it was just Mother- alone. I asked Mother to stay with me because she didn’t need to be alone, but she felt closer to him at the cabin.

 

Days would go by before she returned any of my calls. Each time I talked to her she sounded more lost than before. I wanted to help her but I didn’t know if I could. She lost her life partner, the man she loved since the 8th grade. How could I possibly provide her with the right words and support to get her through this?

 

Each day grew harder; instead of healing I felt my Mother was withering away. Eventually she refused to leave the cabin at all. She refused to eat and take care of herself in any way. So I finally decided to move back with her. This decision shocked many of my friends; they didn’t understand why my older siblings did not volunteer to take care of our Mother. I tried to explain that everyone had children and families their own; to pick up everything and move thousands of miles would be unfair and unrealistic for them. However, it was just me. I lived alone. I dropped out of college shortly after father was diagnosed.  All I did was work a dead-end job and attend night clubs!  I felt as if my life was going nowhere fast and I needed to be with my Mother! I needed to add purpose and substance to my life again.

 

I did not realize until I packed up and moved with my Mother that I was also still in pain. I had not completely come to terms with my Father departing this earth when he did. I ignored what I was feeling for a long time.That was no longer an option when I moved back to the cabin.

 

My mother had not left the cabin for many months; she felt closer to Father there and I could understand that. We shared so many good memories in that place.

 

My 1st night back was uneasy; I heard my Fathers voice bouncing off the walls! I could feel his presence. I knew it was my emotions and completely in my head, but it felt so real! The smell of his cologne lingered through the cabin that night. I thought Mother may have sprayed it, so I walked down the hallway to her room. She was in a deep sleep. It looked as if the sleeping pills I gave her did the trick. As I looked around the room I didn’t see any of Fathers belongings. It looked like the room they shared and been wiped clean that he was ever there. I did not understand how Mother could get rid of all his things but still sulk in grief for his passing.

 

I grabbed for the handle on the door to exit my Mothers room, as I tried twisting the handle the door seemed jammed. I tried my best to wiggle it open as quietly as possible; I didn’t want to wake Mother. As I tried pulling the door handle for a 4th time I felt a cold chill down my spine; I spun around quickly and caught a glimpse of this dull grayish light. I shut my eyes quickly; I kept telling myself I was tired and just needed to get some sleep. My gut was saying something different! I turned back to the jammed door and heard a unclear whisper. I could not make out what was said. I thought it was my mother so I called out to her, but there was no reply. I assumed she was talking in her sleep.  As I redirect my attention back to the door I heard that faint whisper again, but this time I can make out what was said.

“You cannot leave me! We are a family! I will never let you go!”

In that moment I understood why Mother would never leave this cabin.

He would not let her!

Michelle A. 11/23/15

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The Feast is creeping…

Well Thanksgiving is right around the corner! I am curious, what are your Thanksgiving favorites?

Every year we all go to my grandmothers (nana as I like to call her) house for a great feast; she generally cooks everything by herself. Well this year I would like to bring an item. Yes only 1 item, I know- I know!

 It does NOT have to be fancy, especially because I doubt anyone will touch it. But I am a Mother now and this is something I should do: Learn to start preparing Thanksgiving meals… right?

Any one care to share any of their holiday favorites?

Whatever I find, I will be sure to share my Thanksgiving cooking failure with you all. 🙂

“Failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us something” – M.U.