Savage Race complete!

I did it! I did it! Yeah I did it! I want to thank all my sponsors: my black work out clothes that got muddy but kept me warm and my Vibrams which stayed on the whole race and provided great traction in the mud. I do have to chastise my sports bra for coming off and flashing the crowd twice, you and I are done! All in all, I had a great time. I completed all but one of the obstacles as the modified monkey bars were too much for my arms to handle. And not being able to complete this obstacle led me to the decision to compete again next year and annihilate these bars. My mother says I have the bad habit of not acknowledging the importance of events or items until I am aware of external acknowledgement. This goes against my drive to become self reliant as far as motivation is concerned but there is some truth to her words. Upon completion of the race, I was proud of myself, on a scale of 1-10, between a 6 and 7. However, as I perused Instagram and saw the pride other runners were taking in completing the race and more so finding athletes and trainers who said the race had been hard or hurt themselves in the course of  it, I began to feel a greater sense of pride. I faced each challenge head on and completed every single one. I did not place but I completed and that enough makes my pride soar to a 10! I am currently sore, bruised and physically exhausted but immensely proud of myself. I completed all 7 miles of the Savage race and came out victorious! Yay me!

The following are some shots from the race to hold you over till tomorrow when I shall tell you about my flashing the crowd while jumping 30ft into 12ft of water.

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An overview of the course.

This is the splash I made landing in the water after the wall of death.

This is the splash I made landing in the water after the wall of death.

This was easy!

This was easy!

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Now this was the wall of death. A lot of people either gave up or did not bother attempting this obstacle. I did and I conquered it!

Photo editing… In progress.

So as I have mentioned previously, or maybe not, I am a photographer. I used to be wary about using the word “photographer” to describe myself but the more I take pictures and learn more about my abilities, the more I know that I have a gift which if nurtured carefully will become phenomenal. I realized early on that I am not a portrait artist. I do not like posed individuals; give me candids any day. There is something to be said about catching a person in their natural state, unaware of everything including me and my camera. The same reason why people go to a safari to watch animals in their natural habitat is the same reason I love taking candids ( yes I just compared my subjects to wild animals). My belief is that you can pose people any and everyday but catching unique moments in the day of the life of a person cannot be replicated. Lately, I have also come to realize that I love black and white photos. Take this picture for example…

CollageBoth pictures have merit and without getting too technical, it suffices to say that neither is more beautiful than the other. I don’t remember when I first saw Ansel Adams’ work but I did not have a positive reaction. I thought his pictures were boring even going as far as to ask myself why anyone would want to take black and white photos when color was so readily available. As I began to get more serious about photography, I revisited his work and was struck by their beauty in the absence of colours. And that is why he remains my greatest inspiration to this day. Ansel is famous for his pictures of the American landscape but if I can do with candids what he did with nature, I could not be happier. I feel like I still have a lot to learn about photography but as the saying goes, you stop learning when you die. So while I may not yet be the Ansel Adams of candids, I know that I take beautiful pictures and it can only get better from here!

The following were taken in Cancun, Mexico. A Canon T4i and Canon 50mm lens were used to capture the photos. Pic Monkey was used to watermark the photos

Once again we have "Happy Chicken". I love this picture which is the sign for one of the restaurants at the resort. I loved the name of the restaurant.

Once again we have “Happy Chicken”. I love this picture which is the sign for one of the restaurants at the resort. I loved the name of the restaurant.

This was my second time at the resort and on the previous visit, I had taken a picture of these wheels. However, upon analyzing them on my return and talking it over with a photographer mentor of mine, I made some changes to the composition and voila! I like this photo for how the wheels lean on each other and the white rocks scattered around.

This was my second time at the resort and on the previous visit, I had taken a picture of these wheels. However, upon analyzing them on my return and talking it over with a photographer mentor of mine, I made some changes to the composition and voila! I like this photo for how the wheels lean on each other and the white rocks scattered around.

I probably took over 20 shots of her in a 10 minute period and not once did she move. Where was she?

I probably took over 20 shots of her in a 10 minute period and not once did she move. Where was she?

It was a hot day. We had been walking around in what seemed like 200 degree weather. She is obviously feeling the heat but her body language is relaxed and calm.

It was a hot day. We had been walking around in what seemed like 200 degree weather. She is obviously feeling the heat but her body language is relaxed and calm.

Pictures

I just finished writing a review for Kiosco in Marietta and I figured it would also serve as my writing for the day but I cannot access it to post in my blog as I decided to do something different. Writers are supposed to be an artisitc bunch but I could never figure out what else I was good at artistically besides writing. Growing up, my dad always had a camera around. He was always taking pictures and as with lots of practice comes skill, by the time I was in my teens, he was a pro at photo taking. This intensified my interest in photography but only in the last couple of years have I really pursued developing said skill. Therefore, I present to you, the jewels of my photography treasure trove!

The blend of old and new – New Orleans, Louisiana.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

America invades ArubaOranjestad, Aruba.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first sepia picture I ever took –  Palm Beach, Aruba.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Black and White beautifies it all.) The sun sets on Palm Beach – Palm Beach, Aruba.