tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50933145129258799862024-03-18T20:58:30.012-07:00Let It Be Raw PhotographyLet It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.comBlogger331125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-91620475050564521032014-07-25T12:16:00.000-07:002014-07-25T13:14:17.741-07:00Moving Locations<div style="text-align: center;">
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Hi All,<br />
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I have decided that I will be now using the blog on <a href="http://www.kileymelicker.com/">my website</a>. You will still be able to follow the photo blog via <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2718154">Bloglovin'</a> or <a href="https://www.facebook.com/LetItBeRawPhotography?ref_type=bookmark">Facebook</a>. It will be easier for me (and you) to view everything in one space.<br />
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Goodbye, Blogger.<br />
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KileyLet It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-43737570748311601192014-07-21T08:00:00.000-07:002014-07-21T08:00:02.807-07:00Photography Website<div style="text-align: center;">
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Please check it out and let me know if you see any errors or issues. I haven't decided if I will keep posting here because I have been able to transfer all posts to the website. I will let you know about any changes I make, but for now blogger lives on.</div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-89686892000903075352014-07-18T15:12:00.000-07:002014-07-18T15:12:02.814-07:00B + W Spring 2014Some more recent black and white film images from last Spring. The graininess of this film is so dreamy. Landscapes with 400spd black and white are a bit more nightmarish than dreamy, making the California coast to look a bit intimidating:<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14699796783" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="leaving the beach at sunset by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="leaving the beach at sunset" height="354" src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3837/14699796783_21bbf5dfbe_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">California coast sunset.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14500244987" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Untitled by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="424" src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3850/14500244987_8051252a1e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">California coast rocky shore. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14686693115" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Untitled by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="640" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2897/14686693115_da3cfbb64b_z.jpg" width="424" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">California beach looking like the moon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14493450967" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="On the Train by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="On the Train" height="640" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5568/14493450967_47945e3011_z.jpg" width="424" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the few black and white images I shot while in Japan, on a train from somewhere to Matsumoto. I knew as soon as I took this that it would be a favorite of mine. I'm very pleased with the lighting and napping.</td></tr>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-74455502560449402352014-07-17T16:02:00.002-07:002014-07-17T16:02:21.578-07:00Summer, 2013Sometimes it takes a year to develop a roll of film. I'm not sure why, but a lot of the photos I took were out of focus. Could be something with the lens or maybe I was just taking shitty pictures with my glasses on. Most of the images are super grainy (love!) because I used 400spd Illford B+W. Here are some highlights from Summer of 2013:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have no idea where this is. Friends, your thoughts?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14493447677" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Look at that bearded fellow... by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="Look at that bearded fellow..." height="424" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2925/14493447677_bcb81b8ef7_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gilroy, CA. At a friends going away party. We are adults and tractors are fun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14493262369" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Brandon by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="Brandon" height="424" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5575/14493262369_11c75b6a50_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa Cruz, CA. A portrait of my Love in one of my favorite places.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14656899816" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="a cut by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="a cut" height="424" src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3891/14656899816_af4fbe5b54_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tollhouse, CA. That scrape is now a scar 1 year later.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/14679596402" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Brandon with Red Dog by Kiley Melicker, on Flickr"><img alt="Brandon with Red Dog" height="640" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2927/14679596402_2f89b45ff9_z.jpg" width="424" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tollhouse, CA. Brandon and Red Dog.</td></tr>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-90752413302243928072014-07-14T16:10:00.000-07:002014-07-14T16:10:40.910-07:00PatienceIn a previous <a href="http://letitberawphotography.blogspot.com/2014/07/i-moved-to-new-state.html">post</a>, I mentioned how I am using writing to reflect on the changes I'm going through. Below is something I wrote at the end of June when I was feeling down and being a bit hard on myself for not having found a job yet.<br />
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Waiting on One Step</h3>
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I enjoy feeling prepared, to plan, and to execute steps. I
think of multiple ways for plans to go awry and ready any detail to bring plan
B, C, or D into action. My mind is like a web; thoughts open into multiple
directions and lead me to the best decision. I can back up and start over or change
direction from a previous step. In the end, if the execution of plans that I’ve
completed were mapped out in my brain, I’m sure it would look something like an
upside-down tree.</div>
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My mother taught me how to navigate bureaucracy, fill out
documents, and how to ask the right questions. She showed me the importance of
completing something immediately because not only is that more efficient,
procrastination is anxiety inducing. My father taught me how to light a fire, the
importance of maintenance of all things mechanical, and to care for plants. He
showed me how to figure things out on my own on a very intuitive level. Together,
they taught that preparedness is a form of taking care of one’s self. </div>
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In theory, this is highly efficient. In my mind, it is
difficult to separate when this is a necessary tool and when it is not. Yes, it
is great to be prepared while going to the DMV by reading over and gathering
what is needed, bringing precautionary documents to prove I exist. No, it is
not so necessary to feel overwhelmed for a spur of the moment one night camping
trip because you have had less than 24 hours to plan and are afraid of
forgetting to bring forks, because good lord, how would you survive without
them? Less planning or more planning, it doesn’t matter because I am a clever
human being and can devise a fork from whittling a stick if need be or just eat
with my hands. Clever is a backup plan, but it’s never fool proof. </div>
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So I created a plan to move to a new state and I have flown
through each step with flying colors. I was on top of everything that could
possibly be done before my arrival. Laying out the steps and reading them as a
list is incredibly easy and fulfilling: change car insurance, health insurance,
tune up car, change addresses for everything, load items into car, drive to new
state, claim residency, change license and registration, find a job, create a
budget, find a place to live, get a dog. I excel at making the plan and going
through with the plan, but I am impatient when it comes to waiting. Yes, I completed
all previous steps, but that doesn’t mean the “find a job” step will come
quickly solely because it is next. I can not estimate how long things will take
and it bothers me immensely.</div>
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The conflict of future plans vs. present patience is an
ongoing battle. I work with all the fears I have from this conflict through
writing and other creative outlets. However, the releases of these frustrations
are very short bursts. I just want, so badly, to release it all with the
security of reaching the next step. My plans are consistently getting in the
way but are also so necessary that it’s difficult to determine what I should do
to keep balanced because one step can make me feel simultaneously miserable and
excited. </div>
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I keep moving forward, but what am I if I only think of the
end goal? It could destroy me if I don’t get there. It could create an
unfathomable determination. I could miss
present opportunities to improve myself as a person because I am waiting on
things to happen. I want to reconcile the many steps and things I have done to
get to where I am today with what I want in the future. That reconciliation
will give me the peace I need to enjoy everything in between.</div>
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Since the writing this reflection, I've received a call back for an interview and I've been doing a better job of enjoying the present. Yay!</div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-37644528259925740722014-07-09T10:25:00.001-07:002014-07-09T10:25:41.790-07:00American Portraits and OystersI have a lot of images to post and catch up on. I have about 4 rolls of film that I need to get developed (each are 36 frames). I have a project that I actually started and am excited to share. I have photos from a wedding that I did last summer but I can't access because they're on my broken laptop. So many things!<br />
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I went to an oyster farm back in February with these two great friends, Deivn and Alex. We shucked, we drank tea from a portable burner that Devin almost burned down a picnic table with, we shared the how-to of oyster shucking with tourists, we watched the sunset, made fun of some bros, and then I got really sick from eating too many oysters. It was great!<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-62279349873128523712014-07-08T15:57:00.002-07:002014-07-08T15:57:28.468-07:00Summer is Here!July 4th brought in all the hot weather.<br />
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No more jackets after sunset!<br />
All the grilling!<br />
Drinking cold beers on the porch!<br />
Sunlight from 5:30AM - 9PM!<br />
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Bring it, Portland.<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-62756088698314823912014-07-08T14:03:00.002-07:002014-07-14T15:39:17.231-07:00I moved to a new state<div style="text-align: justify;">
I moved to Portland, Oregon this past June. I have been planning this move since last winter and went through a great adventure to get here. Since arriving, I have been working through changes, adjustment, and thoughts by writing. Below is an honest reflection of my first week in Portland</div>
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<b>Thoughts on Moving to a New State</b></h3>
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I moved to a new state 10 days ago. I left Santa Cruz,
California, the Bay Area, and a family I have never been more than 40 miles
away from for Portland, Oregon. It is not an extreme move; there is no culture
shock. I have not moved across the country to an uncomfortable and challenging
place. The only thing I feel is a lack of security from not having a job, which
is a tangible issue that can be fixed and will go away.</div>
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I feel nothing else but numbness. I can only describe it as
numbness because moving is far too fresh in my memory, taking up space that I
could use to think about my emotional state. In my mind I am still moving, I am
still on vacation, I am still in a long distance relationship with my special
man friend. I am both consciously aware of the changes I am experiencing by way
of a new location and stuck in the moment right before I loaded up my car and
hugged my mother as she cried.</div>
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I want nothing more than to be conscious of the change from
numbness to feeling. I want to be someone who is aware of what is happening
around them and how it affects them. I do not want to be a cold, distance away
watching the days of my new life as they happen to me.</div>
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In the past I have survived on the thoughts that rise in the
back of my head. They’re eerie and quiet. I try to ignore or hide from them
because they were the kind of thoughts that were always right but very
difficult, like a wisdom I just couldn’t handle yet; a learning experience I
had to go through before I could understand. It took a long time for me to
realize that the thoughts in the back of my mind were my own conscious desire
to change and not some stranger giving unwanted advice. I had truly been lost
to the point of not recognizing my own thoughts.</div>
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In a previous relationship, I heard the thoughts in the back
of my mind telling me to leave. They gave me goose bumps down my spine as they
drifted in and out of my head, telling me that I was being held back, that
there was no love anymore. I ignored those thoughts because I thought I knew
better. I was in denial of the facts, lost. I would look at him whenever he
turned away, staring at the back of his head and think that it was this time.
This time he would change. This time he would make an effort. This time he would
turn back, filled with apology while the dark circles of depression below his
eyes disappeared. </div>
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When I began to make the plans to move to Oregon, I waited
for and listened to every thought that came to mind. I would wait days before
making a decision, before moving forward. I spoke with my boyfriend, friends,
family, coworkers, and even my Gyno regarding my decision to move. I wanted
every difficult question thrown in my direction so I could see every angle;
find anything I may have missed. </div>
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Over and over again I answered the same questions: yes, I
will miss my family and friends, my routine, my job, the familiarity of knowing
every street in Santa Cruz, the bartender that is confused by whiskey slaps,
the barista who knows my bagel order, my large and wonderfully well lit and
comfortable bedroom, the quiet bus ride to work. There are so many things to
miss; it was easy to answer truthfully. </div>
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I thought about the questions and answers every day and late
into the night as I stared above at the bedroom ceiling glow-in-the-dark stars.
It didn’t matter to me how many times I asked or answered, it was always the
same and I didn’t feel sad. I made it a point of maddening sureness during
those nights that moving would not be something I could talk myself out of.</div>
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The plan to move began last autumn after my boyfriend and I
decided that we would continue our relationship. Having been together for a few
months, we were not entirely sure if we were ready for the pain of long
distance. But we talked every day, fell in love, and wanted to see what would
happen. In the following winter I decided that I too, would move to Portland. The
plan included quitting my job, traveling in Japan, driving to Portland, living
with family friends, finding a job, then finding a place to live and build a
life with my boyfriend all before next autumn. </div>
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It was a very long, slow, and well thought out plan. I gave
myself 6 months of planning so I could back out without scrambling if I changed
my mind. I could keep my job. I could stay in Santa Cruz. I could save my future self. I could stay home
and safe, not giving myself the opportunity to travel and experience new
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Though I had given myself ample time and a sense of
ownership over my new direction, once the plan began it was a chain reaction of
events. I bought a plane ticket to Japan for 20 days, which would require me to
quit my job in order to leave for an extensive time. I gave my notice of
resignation at work, went to goodbye parties and chatted quietly with coworkers
in offices about our jobs without reservation. I moved out of Santa Cruz,
placed all of my belongings into a box and shipped it up to Portland. I lived
for a week with my family, then bounced around from couch to couch as I said
goodbye to my friends. I put my fish in a jar, my best friend in the passenger
seat, and drove eleven hours to the door step of my special man friend.</div>
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The plan I created to get to Portland may have been
ridiculous on all practical matters: I left a secure job with health insurance,
spent a good amount of money on travel, and had no future job prospect in mind.
I believed in my plan, was supported by
my friends and family, had hope for a new job, and heard no voice in the back
of my mind whispering disappointing mistakes. I was above the practicality of
the situation in a motion to do something that felt like a good idea.</div>
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I am in limbo, filled with confidence and a sense of loss, in
reflection of a life decision and a state of numbness I can’t seem to shake. I want
to be conscious of change as it happens to me. I want to hold on to the
experience and wisdom I have gained, to experience my past from the distance of
learning, to own the decisions I make. However,
if I am going to be aware of change that will happen after the numbness has
dispersed, I must also be aware of the possibility that I am just on the edge
of being lost again, so soon after my arrival to this new state. </div>
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I am sure that I will lose and find myself multiple times
throughout my life and I hope that each time that happens I become quicker and
stronger when doing it.</div>
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I'm much less numb 1 month later, looking for a job, and figuring out what I want to do in this new place. And the best part is that I have no regret in doing this. I'm happy and I love living here.</div>
Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-26256323243396112472014-04-04T10:26:00.003-07:002014-04-04T10:26:59.491-07:00365 Project from MarchI'm getting pretty close to the 100th picture. I will feel accomplished with that number. Small and easy accomplishment, yes, but I'm making myself do this thing every day and keeping up with it makes me feel good about myself. Is that a good enough reason to keep doing this project? Yes. And no one can take that away from me. Woo!<br />
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Doggy pariscope through the moon roof. // Spring blossoms in San Jose.<br />
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The smell of slow cooking meats greets me each morning as I wait at the bust stop. Sometimes I appreciate the smell. Sometimes it makes me feel gross. // I slept there, on that couch, in a sun room. IT WAS MAGICAL! It was like camping in a warm, cozy, bubble.<br />
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I've taken this picture multiple times. I will not stop. // Sunset from my windowsill.<br />
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Finds from an even ocean walk. // Seals aka mermaid dogs in a giant, floating, cuddle pile.<br />
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Crab face. // My foraging buddy found a log with oyster mushrooms.<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-33626304090186009502014-02-25T08:36:00.004-08:002014-02-25T08:39:18.005-08:00365 project from FebruaryI will be taking my 56th photo today. Keeping up with one image a day is becoming more of a habit now. Before, it was a challenge to decide on what to photograph. I was very stuck on only producing what I thought to be "good" images and was trying too hard. Now that things are becoming more routine about 2 months in, I am able to produce a more laid back style of documenting. It's great practice to get out of self-pressure.<br />
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Here are some highlights from February:<br />
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This window is my nemesis. I locked myself out of the house again. // The early morning rising shine is making getting up for work a whole lot easier.</div>
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All the baked goods!!!! Handmade dough in Portland // donuts for breakfast in Santa Cruz.<br />
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Being in a long distance relationship is really hard. I find myself giving begrudging looks to my bed and ceiling often. Bed wrinkles for one // stupid happy, magical ceiling.<br />
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Full project can be seen on Instagram @letitberaw. </div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-29726595890429859442014-02-03T09:42:00.000-08:002014-02-03T09:43:09.885-08:00110 pt 2I don't remember where I took these images. I also don't remember when, except for the general time of Summer, 2013. But I really, really like them!<br />
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Ok, so I know this last image is of San Francisco. But the other two? Probably Santa Cruz? Maybe? A dream?</div>
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The 110 film shines with landscapes and outside images in bright light. I have a few poorly exposed images that I took with a flash that did NOTHING. Also, overcast images did not fair very well, but the darkness and the grain are something I appreciate. Will I use this film again? Probably not. In the end it was too expensive for the outcome, though I did have fun. </div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-54360494524023613732014-01-31T09:31:00.001-08:002014-01-31T09:32:43.312-08:00110 Film from Summer of 2012 pt 1I went through 3 rolls of 110 film rather quickly during the summer of 2012. I photographed with abandon, not expecting the expired film I was using to work, not expecting to find a place to develop it.<br />
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The finished rolls sat on a shelf. Every once and a while I would look at them and think about researching places to develop. I would have a circle of thoughts going from, "it will be too expensive, why bother" to "no one will develop it" to "they're probably blank rolls anyways" and then forget about the rolls until this same circle logic returned after I saw the sad little rolls sitting on the shelf again.<br />
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Why did this happen? Why did I so thoughtfully procrastinate? I don't know. Maybe I just like the surprise that comes with developing rolls of film after completely forgetting what I shot with them.<br />
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So, here I go now in sharing some of the 110 film with you and my attempts at remembering why this picture happened.<br />
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I made a point of taking pictures of lighted signs thinking to myself "this is a photo project I can do!" But, I forgot immediately after taking only 3 pictures of signs. Life long project?</div>
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It only makes sense that I would eventually get around to photographing all that I can within walking distance of my house. This is where I live and the things I see every day that I compulsively photograph. I have multiple pictures of the same images, especially of spaces that are physically the closest to me, like this shelf:<br />
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My intention then with the 110 camera that could possibly be broken with film that had expired was to not think very much about taking different or new images. I took snap shots. This may be the reason why it took me so long to finally develop the film: I see these things every day.</div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-90212611587750498702014-01-13T09:50:00.000-08:002014-01-13T09:50:45.603-08:001-12/365<div style="text-align: left;">
I began the 365 project on January 1st. The goal is to take one picture everyday for 1 year. So far, I've been keeping up! I'm using my phone camera and Instagram because it is a tool that I have constant access to. I can't bring my film or digital camera with me to work and traveling every time I leave the house, but I always have my phone. I'm hoping this will be a good exercise in finding something different to photograph or document each day, but also an exercise in will power.</div>
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Because there are so many, I will share the most interesting. If you would like to see the full project, you can on Instragam @letitberaw. </div>
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King tides in Santa Cruz with the lowest tides of the year; pressed flower in an old English book.</div>
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Waking up in the morning is dark and awful; lovely bouquet of mushrooms from my beau<br />
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Reflections from the water on the bridge; texture of a pressed leaf from Portland<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-57360962047647448002013-11-25T09:00:00.000-08:002013-11-25T09:00:06.530-08:0035mm from Colorado to Missouri (Sorry, Kansas)A theme from this trip has been a views of the sky and large, open spaces. There are very few pictures of other people, other than my travel buddy. And I skipped Kansas entirely in the photo process, partly because we drove 10 hours straight and didn't stop much. Once we arrived to St Louis, Missouri, we were surrounded by buildings and people.<br />
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I had such a great time and really enjoyed visiting states I had not seen before. A lifetime goal would be to see more of the U.S. and attempt to see all the states. This country is HUGE.<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-25691436909209466982013-11-22T08:44:00.001-08:002013-11-22T08:44:37.961-08:0035mm from California to UtahAnother reason to love film is: forgetfulness.<br />
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Part of the reason why I take so many pictures is to remember things. I have a fear of forgetting. To cope with this fear I photograph and write. A lot. When time interferes with the development of film, I do forget what I have captured in frames and am pleasantly surprised with remembering. My memory is sometimes like an old friend I haven't seen in a while...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An image from the best drive of the trip through fog swept towns and disappearing mountain tops. Eric and I fell in love with a small town by the name of Helper, UT.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ghost town of Cisco, UT. I had to look up the name of the town in my notebook. At the end of every day I recorded our trip and asked Eric the names of towns and places. Thank you, Eric, for being so patient.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There comes a power with a camera in which you can ask people to do things outside of their comfort zone in the name of art! One such thing may be to ask a friend to stand inside a very, very creepy and possibly haunted building.</td></tr>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-42815658357573230582013-11-21T14:52:00.003-08:002013-11-21T14:52:38.658-08:00hiking through a field of yellow flowersThis is a great picture to represent the end of a an epic summer for me. I can't explain it well; maybe it is because it is dusk and because the subject and dog are walking away from view, the fact that most of the image is out of focus, that the plants are browning, and a mess of personal reasons outside of the frame that you can't see.<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-85240137243238054332013-09-06T10:22:00.001-07:002013-09-06T10:22:14.255-07:00Old Photo from Big SurWhat often happens with my larger format cameras is that I use them... sparingly. Much more sparingly than I would with 35mm. Why? Because of the higher quality and cost to print. So, here is a photo from November of 2012 during a camping trip in Big Sur.<br />
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Camping in November was maybe not the best decision (it was really, really cold at night) and I did end up getting sick and had to leave the camping trip early, but look! Look at the pretty picture! Also, it was Fall and beautiful in the mountains. Would I do it again? Yes, yes I would.</div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-89374031913092641022013-09-05T13:57:00.000-07:002013-09-05T13:57:21.207-07:00Medium Format from the Road Trip<div style="text-align: justify;">
I'll have some more images to share soon from the road trip (still waiting on finishing a roll of 35mm). But for now, I have some 120mm film to share! </div>
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Eric and I traveled from Santa Cruz, CA through Nevada, Utah, Colorado, and Kansas to end our trip in St. Louis, Missouri. I took the most photographs in Utah and Colorado because they were our most pleasant and beautiful drives.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a place I am very excited about! Eric and I stopped in a ghost town on our way through Utah. I have much more photos of this town on another roll of film. It was a very eerie and interesting place out in the middle of nowhere.</td></tr>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-32625830570990949542013-08-23T08:43:00.000-07:002013-08-23T08:43:02.976-07:00I'll see you soon<div style="text-align: justify;">
I am saying good bye to yet another important person in my life. We're leaving together on a road trip today from California to Missouri. He'll be working in St. Louis for the next year. I'm really excited for this trip, excited to spend a week with my good friend, and take a TON of pictures. I'm bringing 35mm and 120mm film, ready to capture the adventure and beautiful things that we're bound to see.</div>
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Leaving my friend behind to fly back to California on the 31st will be so hard, but I'm feeling pretty great over all knowing that my friend is starting his next adventure to go on an do wonderful things. And what a better way to kick things off then with a week long road trip! </div>
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As for the rest of you friends - you better stay put, damn it. I don't think I could do this again soon with another one of you.</div>
Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-35896480880303124202013-08-22T08:24:00.000-07:002013-08-22T08:24:34.976-07:00Jackie and Billy ArlewThese photos are from early on last summer... I think? Even I don't know anymore. We went on an adventure in Santa Cruz during an engagement photo session, shooting from the Arlew backyard and the train bridge by the Boardwalk. I used my TLR medium format camera with kodak portra film (which is the best film for portraits!). Such lovely colors and details.<br />
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Sometimes I really don't like images I take. Then 6 months later they grow on me. That is what happened with this set.<br />
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-19228602796784653962013-08-20T10:04:00.001-07:002013-08-20T10:04:49.720-07:00Today is a difficult day<div style="text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;"><br /><span style="background-color: white;">I'm a sucker for poetry. I like to pretend that my feelings are tangible when I touch words on paper. <br /><br />"No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">The accidents happen, we’re not heroines,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">they happen in our lives like car crashes,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">books that change us, neighborhoods</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">we move into and come to love.</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">women at least should know the difference</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">between love and death. No poison cup,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">no penance. Merely a notion that the tape-recorder</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">should have caught some ghost of us: that tape-recorder</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">not merely played but should have listened to us,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">and could instruct those after us:</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">this we were, this is how we tried to love,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">and these are the forces they had ranged against us,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">and these are the forces we had ranged within us,</span><br style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">within us and against us, against us and within us."<br /><br />-Excerpt from T<i>wenty-One Love Poems </i>by </span><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">Adrienne Rich</span></span></td></tr>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-15132621824392266072013-08-13T09:27:00.000-07:002013-08-13T09:27:38.838-07:00Camping in Pescadero 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
See part 1 <a href="http://letitberawphotography.blogspot.com/2013/08/camping-in-pescadero-1.html">here</a>.<br />
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On our second day of camping we hit the beach. It was overcast, but we brightened things up with a kite, frisbee, snacks and good company. I am very much in love with what this expired film does to our of focus images. Everything is so soft looking, like a water color painting.</div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-40028540042692782572013-08-11T16:09:00.002-07:002013-08-11T16:09:26.513-07:00Camping in Pescadero 1<div style="text-align: justify;">
I went camping with some wonderful friends in late July. It was very lazy, pull your car up, easy camping. It was great to just kick back, grill, play frisbee, and run around in the forest. I brought a couple cameras with me, a brownie and a Nikon. I'm not sure if the brownie works, so getting the film developed will be a surprise. My staple camera is the 35mm Nikon, and I used film that expired in 2007. I just love the colors and the grain of expired film :)</div>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-54408938786999981082013-08-06T10:48:00.001-07:002013-08-06T10:48:38.041-07:00Holga #4<div style="text-align: justify;">
I don't bust out the Holga a lot. The film is expensive and I can never be too sure about what is going to happen when I'm shooting with it. Then again, that's part of the fun of using it. Here are some Holga images from the last 8 months...</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just love the colors in this image. So soft and cool, must be winter. I'm pretty sure we were on a foraging adventure.</td></tr>
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Let It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-8237350985232136122013-07-02T08:19:00.001-07:002013-07-02T08:19:20.890-07:00In Love with Film III<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kileymelicker/9163688794/" title="window sill by Let It Be Raw, on Flickr"><img alt="window sill" height="424" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2831/9163688794_aa7954af24_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Love the grain.</div>
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