tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690973217928755732024-03-05T06:30:47.862-07:00Sara Norris Photography :: Unique Fine Art and Portrait PhotographyI write about my life, my journey as a photographer, things that inspire me and my struggle to figure it all out as I go.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-33252991342656601372011-09-27T10:02:00.000-06:002011-09-27T10:02:35.390-06:00Fall is in the Air<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I am in love with Fall: the colors, the smells, the crispness in the air. The reds of fall are especially gorgeous. Jewel-toned, rich and deep.</div>
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I had an amazing night in the studio with Video Games. Here's a little sneak peek at the incredible talented Kent Erickson playing the trumpet.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-78325844881226569662011-09-26T08:34:00.000-06:002011-09-26T08:34:35.032-06:00Monday, Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-68976756557327030412011-09-05T08:42:00.002-06:002011-09-05T08:43:00.044-06:00Cowboy Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Robert Frank "Rodeo"</div>
<br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-62769056091443064372010-10-21T13:45:00.000-06:002010-10-21T13:45:40.971-06:00365 Project: Day 141<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I realized something today. As of October 13th, I should have been finished with my 365 project. Alas, I am not even half way done. I was looking back on what I was doing a year ago today, and my life is SO much different than it was then. The pink toenails and library books are still here, but I'm in a completely different place now. I feel like I have grown and changed so much as a person. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R2TuENChuLt2eyM9ihA2I3jyxlGoMtoujPMcRG0OnE1-wWUwhWCcYTiDbZJh8rJigJaFhTBynTux-RsIqCw_ohqUBqdpG8ZuxSM3fZSbnFtewkinxssDQ40kVjE86aSD1knEL27hONc6/s1600/day_141.10.19.1003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R2TuENChuLt2eyM9ihA2I3jyxlGoMtoujPMcRG0OnE1-wWUwhWCcYTiDbZJh8rJigJaFhTBynTux-RsIqCw_ohqUBqdpG8ZuxSM3fZSbnFtewkinxssDQ40kVjE86aSD1knEL27hONc6/s640/day_141.10.19.1003.jpg" width="427" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> The last year of my life has been a huge learning experience. I feel like I'm headed in a similar, yet different direction than I was then. I'm learning how to be much happier and its actually working. I'm taking responsibility of my financial life, and for once I'm setting goals and planning for my future. I have always believed that a person can do anything they want with their lives. For once, I'm not only believing that I can reach my goals, I'm actually creating a plan to make those things happen. It feels very positive and like I'm taking an active approach to living my life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just read the book "Delivering Happiness" by Tony Hsieh, the CEO of Zappos.com. A friend insisted that I read it and she even let me borrow her copy. I laid in the park one day and read the entire 240 page book in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. Hsieh's insight on his life, happiness, setting goals, and his philosophy behind the way he runs Zappos is incredibly encouraging and interesting. He is fascinated by the idea of happiness and has done a lot of research about it. He even recommends other books that he has read on the subject.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I'm reading one of the books he recommended, "The Happiness Hypothesis" by Jonathan Haidt. True happiness has always been a mystery to me. Of course I have been happy and I often am happy, but in general I would never call myself a content or happy person. By nature I'm a worrier. I stress for no reason at all. My stress levels have actually caused me physical illness and intense pain on more than one occasion. What makes it worse, is I know that I do this. I realize there is no reason for me to feel this way in most situations, but I can't help it. Believe me, I've tried.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't want to be stressed, frustrated, or anxious and I don't think that I should have to be. I don't want to let the little things get to me anymore. I am on a quest to be happy, or at least to find out why I'm not. The way this book explains what makes us happy and why people tend to dwell on the negative is very scientific. Breaking it down in a factual way makes it all very clear to me why I react the way I do. Its fascinating. This book also gives you suggestions on how to retrain yourself to react differently. I have a lot to learn and this is definitely no easy task, but I figure, hey, its at least worth a shot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I don't know how people do it. How do people sit at a computer in a desk chair for 8 hours a day, 7 days a week? Aside from the physical pain, it stresses me out. I go stir crazy when I'm chained to my desk. I desperately need a laptop so I at least have a little flexibility. I could sit in my new favorite chair, or in bed, or go to a coffee house. Working in front of a computer for hours and hours like this only adds to my already erratic sleeping habits. My exhaustion then makes my stress and frustration more intense. I try to take breaks, go outside, walk around, lay on the floor. I do everything I can to relieve my discomfort, but after a week straight of long days, I'm pretty much fried.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">However, there is light at the end of the tunnel. The result of all this work and pain is what makes it worth it in the end. I photographed, retouched and laid out my very first catalog for Dream Mullick Collection's Fall line. I'm so excited to see the final printed catalog. I'm proud of myself. I think it came out really great! And I'm sure I will only appreciate it more when the pain finally stops.</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-34333280881906469012010-09-16T18:38:00.004-06:002010-09-16T18:43:55.542-06:00365 Project: Day 137<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of my worst fears is losing my sight. Its a completely unfounded and irrational fear. As far as I know there is absolutely nothing wrong with my eyes. I wear glasses to see far away and I have terrible vision at night, but aside from that, there is no reason for me to fear going blind. I think I fear it because its the most devastating thing I can think of happening to me. As a photographer and artist, my sight is everything to me. I can't imagine feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, but not having the ability to enjoy the breathtaking beauty of a sunset. Living in a world of darkness is terrifying to me. I get most of my inspiration from looking at the world around me: paintings, photographs, architecture, little moments in my daily life...if I could no longer see these things, what would my life be like? I don't know that I would have the strength to continue to try to create. Its been hard enough to lose my inspiration, if I ever lost my sight I think I would fall apart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.peteeckert.com/index.php">Pete Eckert</a> is such an inspiration to me. Pete is the embodiment of my worst fear and yet he still creates beautiful imagery, even without his sight. I've read several articles about him in the past, but when I came across this video it really touched me. I've seen it before, but I still cried the entire time I watched it. His story, his life, and his perseverance overwhelm me. Even as I write this, I feel emotion welling in my throat. Pete wasn't always blind. He grew up wanting to be an artist. He even went to art school for sculpture and industrial design. He wanted to study architecture at Yale. It wasn't until later in life that he lost his sight due to Retinitis Pigmentosa. He says that now sound gives him vision. Having to touch and hear in order to see is unimaginable to me. How can you see a painting with your fingers?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Visit Pete's website to read about his story and to view his portfolio: <a href="http://www.peteeckert.com/">www.peteeckert.com</a></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-17748514612829557852010-09-13T21:04:00.000-06:002010-09-13T21:04:31.798-06:00365 Project: Day 136<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is my new favorite chair. I love chairs that my entire body can curl up in...especially if they're vintage. Things are generally looking up lately. I still haven't found my inspiration, but other things are happening in the mean time to keep my mind busy. Like this chair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today was far from uneventful. My "I'll Fly Away" print was purchased by ABC for the set of Modern Family. I'm so excited to see if it shows up in any episodes! I just found out that I was accepted into a financial planning program that I've been on a waiting list for since February. After months of waiting, a depressing application that forced me to realize that I am well on my way to becoming a financial mess at 27, and a page full of interview questions I'm finally in! I'm really stoked! Hopefully I will now be set on the right path to financial freedom and responsibility. I figure its better to get a grip on these things while I'm still young.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YvG245GkmeG90gAhyphenhyphenouzjxqomCxumrxBFaElT9XyMQNkdoX2PZ_2MYBJo9PMjTSlZGylGXgG9_TYO5Rwz3PiNBgNNW3tcFS6DoijfsxE3PBA0k0rAsm4Zf1CbDDV1hn3kUZVrnTB9Q-P/s1600/day_136.09.13.10.01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YvG245GkmeG90gAhyphenhyphenouzjxqomCxumrxBFaElT9XyMQNkdoX2PZ_2MYBJo9PMjTSlZGylGXgG9_TYO5Rwz3PiNBgNNW3tcFS6DoijfsxE3PBA0k0rAsm4Zf1CbDDV1hn3kUZVrnTB9Q-P/s400/day_136.09.13.10.01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was almost in TWO car accidents on my way to the grocery store this evening. Both near misses were caused by jerks who were trying to beat red lights. Its always a GREAT idea to floor it through a busy intersection while driving directly into the blinding New Mexico sunset. Right? Idiots. When I finally got to the grocery store, I witnessed a hugely pregnant, not to mention pissed off woman kick a man in the ass right in the middle of the bread aisle. It took everything I had not to laugh out loud. I actually had to leave the aisle. I am so grateful that my life is full of these little moments. I can't help but stop and laugh. I see the craziest things every day and, ironically, those crazy little moments keep me sane. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>On a side note, I am so thankful for all of the comments, emails, phone calls, and text messages that I received after my last couple of posts. They were all so full of hope, encouragement, and support. If nothing else, this project has been a place where I can vent my frustration to the world and get nothing but positivity, comfort and understanding in return. I appreciate you all so much. I am feeling a little better. I'm trying to just go with the flow and keep myself busy until my inspiration returns.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-39307432688925164072010-09-13T20:05:00.000-06:002010-09-13T20:05:50.704-06:00Modern Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm so excited to share this news with everyone! This print was purchased today for the set of Modern Family on ABC!! Everyone help me keep an eye out for it. I can't wait to see if it makes it into any episodes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a great photo shoot yesterday with a beautiful young woman. As I was looking through the lens I remembered what it was like to be at that point in my life: 18, just about to finish high school, and bursting with optimism and possibility. The girl I was back then thought she had it all figured out. I miss that feeling of being so sure of myself. Ten years ago I was full of fire, now I'm full of questions. As the years go by I feel that flame fizzling out. I feel myself settling for the ashes of the woman I wanted to become. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UjBMosodf_PyK9XM4q9z3z_7u7vyB9Epew9_2aLrIKGoENUyf2hAQOPqbtfpcHRpyQ1FjKQLwmtYNadGiBh1Y9kyNi3yu5fezIQdYrBKgimatM8oFYI-7PmXIxeXNCnxKRBFwZLJJAN5/s1600/day_135.09.06.10.01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UjBMosodf_PyK9XM4q9z3z_7u7vyB9Epew9_2aLrIKGoENUyf2hAQOPqbtfpcHRpyQ1FjKQLwmtYNadGiBh1Y9kyNi3yu5fezIQdYrBKgimatM8oFYI-7PmXIxeXNCnxKRBFwZLJJAN5/s400/day_135.09.06.10.01.jpg" width="266" /></a> </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukraO1hlLjiiVe7M2lvFgJegtc9UmX4vAAccxYoBOXm8ckFvhDsmUAC4yR5GYluHDN4xt0GZ1cjK-Bf9OQ9NQEw7ckD4NT3R6WvKNbJH_B_DBiri5CsxhsW2mAsDr7XlT-hkh3bBPKTFP/s1600/leaves.01.2009.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukraO1hlLjiiVe7M2lvFgJegtc9UmX4vAAccxYoBOXm8ckFvhDsmUAC4yR5GYluHDN4xt0GZ1cjK-Bf9OQ9NQEw7ckD4NT3R6WvKNbJH_B_DBiri5CsxhsW2mAsDr7XlT-hkh3bBPKTFP/s400/leaves.01.2009.04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/55421982/anticipation-8x12-fine-art-print-from">Anticipation - 8x12 print $25</a></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-69480755213980775452010-08-24T10:44:00.000-06:002010-08-24T10:44:06.237-06:00Mike Kelly: Wake the Dead - Available Today!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="goog_704880063"></span><span id="goog_704880064"></span><span id="goog_1722202572"></span><span id="goog_1722202573"></span>I am so stoked that my friend <a href="http://www.officialmikekelly.com/">Mike Kelly's</a> album comes out today! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I spent months taking the pictures and working on the artwork for this album and now its finally here! I get to see a copy for the first time when Mike comes to play in Albuquerque this Thursday. I'm so excited to see it all finished and put together. I can hardly wait.<br />
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</div>Mike has been on a incredible journey these last couple of years after going through a very serious heart surgery. Now, he is out there pursuing his dream and I am so proud of him and what he is accomplishing.<br />
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The album's official release date is August 24th, but it is available for pre-sale. Visit his <a href="http://officialmikekelly.com/">website</a> to order your copy now and you also get a free autographed tour poster! You can also download a free song from his new album. Mike is currently touring all over Texas and New Mexico. The show dates are on his <a href="http://officialmikekelly.com/">website</a>, so if you get a chance to catch one of his shows you won't regret it.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-86669588087783527372010-07-28T01:07:00.000-06:002010-07-28T01:07:45.974-06:00365 Project: Day 133<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My back is killing me today. Its all achy and knotted up from sitting for too long. I've been working really hard lately, which means long hours in front of my computer. My eyes are so tired that the right one is starting to twitch...again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotK9VbLACOXdJqqruBjXY8Lbox1oUtntwZU4dFwDYdhHconSA2l1JMkQYlCZbchNvhuuadbGPhntihuHuraPbVSTi81o_HvcFan5gI29ca-CggoGXcW7jVJ1OJeEKTpZqPUKXfSSa1rhY/s1600/final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotK9VbLACOXdJqqruBjXY8Lbox1oUtntwZU4dFwDYdhHconSA2l1JMkQYlCZbchNvhuuadbGPhntihuHuraPbVSTi81o_HvcFan5gI29ca-CggoGXcW7jVJ1OJeEKTpZqPUKXfSSa1rhY/s400/final.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Thank God I'm leaving town this weekend. It'll be nice to take a road trip and get away for a little while. I'm really looking forward to just getting in the car and driving. Plus, I'm going somewhere I've never been before with some of my favorite people. Its just what I need right now.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-4869855512405624072010-07-26T00:46:00.000-06:002010-07-26T00:46:16.586-06:00365 Project: Day 132<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have an idea. A really big idea. Its been brewing somewhere in the back of my mind for a while now. I feel like on some level I always knew it was there, but it was fuzzy and in the distance, just waiting for me to find it and focus myself. I don't know how I didn't think of this sooner. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIWclOHo8UdHheLOfOZrTi_DeRYWBgv-M7gdFSfkmelevEYrBdHLIWIr96xtlqAOuZtTsGOcBtNWyGUbW9wBXVPg2oDKfaqQKZt8OOGvAnyVpBkioGDVxcG5yK9aDEChEeB0AcDtWZ2g2/s1600/day_132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIWclOHo8UdHheLOfOZrTi_DeRYWBgv-M7gdFSfkmelevEYrBdHLIWIr96xtlqAOuZtTsGOcBtNWyGUbW9wBXVPg2oDKfaqQKZt8OOGvAnyVpBkioGDVxcG5yK9aDEChEeB0AcDtWZ2g2/s400/day_132.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More and more I find myself day dreaming. Brainstorming. I get a feeling inside of me when I'm onto something that I think is good. Its a nagging gut feeling that won't let my mind rest until I figure out how to make it happen. Every decision I've ever made in my life has been based on my gut instinct and that's what I'm going with now. I still haven't gotten all the details worked out, but its coming together. The only thing I can think about lately is how to make this idea a reality. I'm not ready to tell anyone what it is just yet. Nope. Not yet. But I'm really excited about it!</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-2753964984725711042010-07-24T19:24:00.000-06:002010-07-24T19:24:30.395-06:00365 Project: Day 131<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lately I feel like I'm waiting around for something to happen. I don't know what, I don't even know what I want to happen at this point. But still, I'm waiting, trying to figure it all out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95mrFIjf5nfm41NAfOQFoDtuPAHI2Hw1oxGIggipf8yQ5yIfNkGsgsjdZWKBIk2JTR6Nta5FZxjOK_ztTvjgG7zMEm9pppD5PdqJuaPssWtNOLAWbgNhrcnux0qZc3ESf2rQ2Q8ApSy5O/s1600/day_131_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95mrFIjf5nfm41NAfOQFoDtuPAHI2Hw1oxGIggipf8yQ5yIfNkGsgsjdZWKBIk2JTR6Nta5FZxjOK_ztTvjgG7zMEm9pppD5PdqJuaPssWtNOLAWbgNhrcnux0qZc3ESf2rQ2Q8ApSy5O/s400/day_131_final.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm still waiting for my motivation to return. I'm bored, unsettled, unsure. I don't know if I can wait much longer to figure all of this out before I explode. Its getting really frustrating and I feel like I'm wasting time. Days are just going by one by one with no distinction between them. I'm trying to wait patiently. Unfortunately patience is not a virtue I possess. For once in my life I wish that something could just come easily. Effortlessly. Is it too much to ask for something amazing to just happen?</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-75230373838868470012010-07-24T18:48:00.000-06:002010-07-24T18:48:09.994-06:00365 Project: Day 130<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have a love affair with water. Pools, rivers, lakes, oceans, I love it all. Floating around on the surface of the water, everything gets calm and quiet for once. There is something about not being able to feel the weight of yourself that is relaxing and freeing in a way that nothing else can be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its nice to be weightless sometimes. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-19595732012592852892010-07-22T21:39:00.000-06:002010-07-22T21:39:27.099-06:00365 Project: Day 129<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love hotels. I love the little shampoos, the fold out stand that you put your suitcase on, the little fridge, seeing all the people who are traveling to and from who knows where...its great.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Think of all the people who have stayed in that room, from all over the place. Where were they going? Why did they stop there? Where had they been? They should keep a guest book in every single hotel room for people to write the story of their travels. That's a book I'd love to read.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-61916333235317452462010-07-20T11:12:00.000-06:002010-07-20T11:12:21.178-06:00New Greeting Cards from Sara Norris Photography<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hand-written letters are definitely a lost art. I love hand-written letters. In the age of emails, text messages, facebook, etc., the idea that someone took the time to sit down, write a note, put a stamp on it, and actually mail a letter or a card is very special to me. In the spirit of recapturing the lost art of a hand-written letter, I have added three new sets of cards to my <a href="http://www.saranorris.etsy.com/">Etsy</a> shop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">These sets are only $8 and are now available in my <a href="http://www.saranorris.etsy.com/">Etsy</a> shop!</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-49206714703994589752010-06-18T17:05:00.000-06:002010-06-18T17:05:16.784-06:00365 Project: Day 128<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today I let go...I just let it all go. The frustration, the mental block, the obsessing...I let it go. I spent the afternoon with myself at the park. I was there for hours. I'm not sure people know I do this. The park is one of those places that I sneak away to when I need to think and just be alone for awhile. I love the park. I love grass and trees and being outside. I spent hours in the shade of a big old tree, laying in the grass listening to my iPod and clearing my head. I napped for almost an hour and a half. Apparently I have no problem sleeping in public like a bum. I opened my eyes to a view of the canopy above me swaying in the breeze. I awoke feeling rested, recharged, and peaceful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsCXyGSopQwg9BhwxsnRkfpOg04Fk5GS_xNy-ThKeodrtsgA5zMnBvlam2uO75iImvLxeerV0SqdLAoIPINBwKJlzs8htXngTeQrRr8o7gAy-fX1JeKJZZMmVGI27L2aq8KzgLIWiktKj/s1600/day_128_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsCXyGSopQwg9BhwxsnRkfpOg04Fk5GS_xNy-ThKeodrtsgA5zMnBvlam2uO75iImvLxeerV0SqdLAoIPINBwKJlzs8htXngTeQrRr8o7gAy-fX1JeKJZZMmVGI27L2aq8KzgLIWiktKj/s400/day_128_final.jpg" width="312" /></a></div>There is something about laying on the grass that quiets my mind. The calmness that my body feels when I'm laying against the earth is hard to explain. The smell of the grass and the dirt, the coolness of it against my skin is comforting and relaxing. I ran my hands through the blades of grass along side of me, letting them tickle my palms and tangle in my fingers. I laid there for a long time and stared up into the trees stretching over me. I watched the sunlight flicker through the leaves as they twirled. These are the moments that ease my mind. I took a deep breath, inhaling the damp earthy smell and just like that...I let it all go.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-4044155488779218032010-06-17T12:01:00.000-06:002010-06-17T12:01:58.351-06:00Free Shipping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking for a unique piece of art for that newly redecorated room, or a gift for someone special? Be sure to stop by my Etsy shop. I'm offering free shipping today only!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Courtney will also receive a special gift: a new set of greeting cards featuring images from Sara Norris Photography. These won't even be available until next month!<br />
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Courtney was chosen at random just by signing up for my newsletter. If you want to be included in the drawing for July's giveaway, be sure to sign up for my newsletter on my <a href="http://www.saranorrisphotography.blogspot.com/">blog</a> or visit my <a href="http://www.saranorrisphotography.com/">website</a>.</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569097321792875573.post-61115729346161895612010-06-15T11:12:00.000-06:002010-06-15T11:12:28.151-06:00365 Project: Day 127<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh inspiration....where are you? An old friend of mine keeps telling me to look up. I'm not sure what this means, or why he keeps telling me to do so. I tried it. FYI Paul, it didn't work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have so many ideas...that's not really the issue. The problem is actually putting them into action. Its the process of creating that is, well, for the lack of a better word...its stuck. My creativity, which is usually flowing like a river, has slowed to an annoying drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its such a strange feeling. Creating isn't an essential human need like water or food. I will technically live without it, but it is essential to my sanity. I find it fascinating that when I think of what this feels like to me, I think of physical pain. I feel like the person I am inside of this body is being deprived of something I need. Its become this torturous process for me. Its stifling. I feel like I'm gasping for a breath of air that just isn't enough to sustain me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-WDd9iIi0PAOz_eNxphHqMgX6R9C1I-oQdhegC90-Abn-LhVYM-HazKRSE3KLv2_w29I_PzgAmgvDPX9sxerj876PLOo9lDP2ryGtXfMI3E0oXxtIvuDrkDGQx6m4CTpq14mWIPsHRFM/s1600/day_127_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-WDd9iIi0PAOz_eNxphHqMgX6R9C1I-oQdhegC90-Abn-LhVYM-HazKRSE3KLv2_w29I_PzgAmgvDPX9sxerj876PLOo9lDP2ryGtXfMI3E0oXxtIvuDrkDGQx6m4CTpq14mWIPsHRFM/s400/day_127_final.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I'm working on it though. I'm going through the motions. Its so frustrating to have all of this inside of me and not be able to do anything about it. I'm creatively paralyzed. I have all these ideas and goals but I just can't get them out of my head and into reality. Forcing it only makes it worse. I'm only getting more and more frustrated. I need to be patient and wait for it all to come naturally. Once I stop obsessing, I know everything will come so much easier. The problem is....I'm not a patient person.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085681317343089621noreply@blogger.com0