This is my life . . . .a photo essay

 This is a four (4) photograph assignment.  Take four  or five pictures that tell a story about your life and your interests.   Perhaps it is a photo of a person watching TV and a bicycle and your best friend...perhaps it is a special hobby and someone close to you...perhaps it is the forest or a special place.   Add to this a short 50 to 100 word essay in your own words how these pictures tell about you.  As usual, these pictures must be morally and legally able to be displayed.  This is not a place to show the dark side of life.....look for the positive....for the special things that make you special and uniquely YOU. 

As usual you will need to create good composition, good exposure, think about the backgrounds and the story content of each photo.  Print making needs to be with clear focus and good contrast, etc.

This is an example of one student report:

This Is My Life

by Joanne Czepowicz  -  October 1998

I was just another body trust into this world on June 4, 1980. Just a simple composition of flesh and bone. I had no hidden mysteries or complex meanings within me. I was no more than what my outer image projected. I, a simple knot, slowly emerge into the brilliant sun. You can see me, yet I am protected by the weathered glass. I am seen whole, my body  bare, and my soul vulnerable beneath the transparency.

 

In the age of innocence, I was fed the wisdom, humor, and realities of society. My mother would feed me the juices of civilization. This point of my life was fruitful and flowing, full of discovery and texture, and contrasts of good and bad.

I reflect to my years of confusion and see a tunnel whirlwind filled with nothing. The walls are high overgrown with social and authoritative vines. I look above me and see the future. It lies behind the wood above and beyond where it can't hurt me. But it constantly hovers above me. All this confused me. With reason that I saw a future ahead of me too. It was like a hallucination. Bombarded by thoughts of the future above me and ahead of me, all the while floating in nothingness, I felt the pain of the crushing vines.

Eventually the open sky came down on me. I live the future. I have no restrictions on how I want to shape the future. I am in control and I am in the picture. This is my life and I live it lucid. I am a soul in motion in a body that I control. My feet are my soul. My car is my body from which the soul looks out into the world. It's bright outside and the sunlight hits me, making shadows within my body. The world makes me who I am.