Photography Face!

This is Me

Amanda Turri
The Face Behind the Camera

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By definition, the word photography means:
Writing with light.

When I learned what that meant, I was hooked. With that spark, a passion grew that only drove me further into the world of photography. I just want people to see my work, and maybe, a few people will find my artistic eye to tickle their fancy and they’ll buy all of my photographs for millions of dollars. That was a bit of a leap, but still, I gotta have dreams. My dream job is to be a black and white film/digital photographer, but until then, I’ll keep snapping photos and dreaming big.

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So, come a long with me, on a journey of sorts, down my yellow brick road of photos.

http://documentaryshooters.com/author/la-fonda/

Keep It Up:

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Grinders Inc.:

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Don't feel like getting your "link" on, just look at these!

You never know when a simple Friday night will turn into some neat photo shoot with close friends.

And sometimes I go out on the hunt. Weaving in and out of traffic searching for the right spot to point my camera at.

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I see me through my eyes.

What's it like to see me through your eyes?

Just a summer trip up the coast for some fine sights.

Some pictures, I took to remember those who have passed.

Being a photographer isn't easy, I always have to go the extra step to reach what I want. The world is changing and I plan on rolling with the punches.

Speaking of the changing world...

The world of photography is changing...

A photographer in this day and age needs to have a handle on video, audio, and photography.

As part of my efforts to keep up with the pace, I collaborated with a few students from my photography class to make an audio visual slideshow.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AlP1HsLnSM

Videos such as this are shown on an online publication. I do apologize for the poor quality of the photographs, but youtube isn't quite as crisp as I had hoped.

The way the world of photography is changing is exciting. There are more ways to show and present photographs. Now more than ever there are more places to show photographs off and get more work.

I do photography for a local Las Cruces skate team as well as a car club, small jobs such as these make it easy for me to meet more people that could be come future clients.

My passion for photography has only grown through the many struggles of learning and adapting to the technique of this art.

Mode, not so good on apple pie

Basically, I'm thinking that I'm going to use.....photographs, an audio visual piece, and a blog. The identity I chose is:

Amanda

The

Photographer

One of my classes is mostly online, we do all of our posts on our class website. From my blog I was going to link to the youtube audio visual piece and documentaryshooters.com.

Now, if I can handle posting photos in the blog, I will be doing that as well. There are times when blogger wins and I lose.

Okie dokie there J-Master

Bad Boys Bad Boys

The identity we are performing is professional. There are still a lot of children missing and America's Most Wanted should begin reaaching out in other ways. Myspace is a mass social site that hosts profiles to millions, giving John Walsh the opportunity to reach more people worldwide.

I think that we are performing to anyone who has a caring bone in their body and is interested in helping others.

Inform, entertain, educate.

The purpose is to draw in people with John Walsh's photos with famous people and explaining his story and his reason for being the icon for missing people.

I think John Walsh would approve. He may even be flattered in fact. We are trying to be objective as best we can, we do not have a direct insight in to who is really is, but we are reaching out in the best way we can. Plus, AMW should totally have a Myspace.

Possible Starter

Myspace has taken this generation by storm, the originally music based site appealed to millions, thus creating an online community that let the users cut loose.

Medium Analysis...Maybe...

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Digital Digital...Let's Get Down!!!

If this were a map, there would be a little arrow pointing to a dinosaur and it would read:

You Are Here: The beginning of computers.

As I look back on my first computer, the 50 lb. Gateway monitor with an equally as heavy tower, I giggle. That’s what we computer nerds call a "dinosaur" and it could not support the programs we use today. However, I had to start somewhere.

My mom was literally, the bee’s knees when she said she was going to buy a computer. The day that cow printed box arrived I thought I was going to be one of those super cool computer hackers hired by the C.I.A. Well, little did I know I was nowhere near grasping that fantasy. But, this computer did put me in the gateway to a future of technology that nothing else of that time could. My feelings of excitement made me want to learn every intricate detail of this new machine. I would stay up until the wee hours of the night tapping at the keyboard, clicking at the mouse, which by the way I thought was the coolest name because it really did look like a little mouse in some geeky way. I was wowed by the games I could play, the programs I could explore in, and inevitably the problems that pop up in error boxes. This was the beginning of my life as a digital native. My mom would poke at the contraption as if it were a dead animal of sorts, not sure how to approach it or how to handle it. She would call me to help her if there was the slightest delay in her request or if she was unfamiliar with a program. I was forced to teach myself ways to communicate without words to this machine. With these vital tools, I became the go to girl in my family.

You are here: The World Wide Web.

My family thought just the tower and monitor was a challenge, they decided to add the internet which opened a gateway to a whole new can of worms. They were excited about the immense research they could accomplish, as if their brand new set of encyclopedias didn’t do the trick. Who were they kidding? Research! At this time, the internet was a huge scare, no one wanted turn themselves lose to the World Wide Web. There was so much scare about the things that were on the internet that I was barely allowed to engage in its wonder. My monitored visits were similar to those children have after a bad divorce. My mother hovered over my shoulder (and yes, if you were wondering, my mother had accomplished the talent of hovering) making sure I wasn’t looking at a half naked girl prancing around a pink room. I think I was around eight and the only naked girl prancing around in a pink room was my Barbie and I’m pretty sure she didn’t have her own webpage. I was more interested in the clicking, if you clicked on this link you here and then there and then here and there, and before I knew it I didn’t know where I was. This only instilled the idea that you can go anywhere on the web. But soon after we grew comfortable with the internet and all of its many gateways, pagers and car phones came into our reach.

You are here: smack dab in the middle of driving while trying to have the least accessible phone conversation in your life.

Cheesy car phones that were more like walkey-talkies than anything, which was the new amazing invention. You had to hold down the button while you were talking and then hurry and let go so you could hear the other person, it was not efficient in any way shape or form. But, it laid the ground works for cellular phones.

You are here: the brick era.

The original cellular phone, bigger than everyone’s hands with an antenna that could pick up alien frequencies, nice. The people that had those phones, whoa, they were so cool. Of course, back then, those phones didn’t look nearly as nerdy as they would now. No one would be caught dead lugging around one of those bricks. Technology had a way of working it's way into my hands. My pops was lucky enough to have two steller daughters who (with their mother's help) got him a cellular phone. For me, it was easy to catch on to what was put in my hand, but my pops, he was lost. When the phone would ring, he would hand it to me and ask me to shut it up. Obviously, answering the phone never came into his mind. This cell phone is a mockery of our new fancy technology. This dinosaur changed to a new tech packed piece of machinery. Phones change daily and it’s almost impossible to keep up. When I got my first camera phone I was so pumped, I filled up the memory in the first two days. Suddenly, I was tuned on to the essence of photography and the digital world I was growing up in.

You are here: the single lens reflex movement.

I had my first digital camera when I was a senior in high school. I ate, drank, and slept with it. Every moment was a "Kodak moment" to me. This is where I saw my future with technology heading. I wanted to be the person who took those priceless pictures. As far my family was concerned, I was. At all family gatherings (which, with my family was just about every weekend) they would hollar at me to get my camera. My uncle and my cousin both were in to photography as well, and then they started doing short films and commercials. That sparked my interest as well. They would show me some of their work and I wanted to jump on that technology train.

You are here: Recording. Watching.

It was exciting to press a single button, look through a tiny eye piece, watch people's movements and then watch them on TV, knowing you created this small masterpiece. My future plans started to jummble with every aspect of my life going digital. Pictures weren't always tangable and then...music went digital.

You are here: 80GB.

I was threw lugging around a CD player (oh, and for those of you who are unfamiliar with such terms, a CD is a compact disk, it's a round device that holds music, you insert it into a player designed for reading it), all of my music was at my fingertips and I didn't have to worry about it skipping. Digital pictures, videos, and music caused a need for computers that could only expand these features. My interests require editing programs, big screens, a lot of memory, and a sleek appeal. Guess where my techonology obsession led me? Mac, and I'm not talking about the golden arches.

You are here: In a PC's dream.

Mac computers play an intricate part in the digital era I have been living in. Any kind of editing is done on a Mac and if you aren't Mac savvy, you are lagging. It's a little scary entering the world of Macs, most people grew up on PCs and these two computers are vastly different. But here, in the world of Macs, music can be made, movies can be put together and pictures can be perfected. All of these amazing tools are at my hand, and I can create beauty in an instant.

With all of these new technologies changing new ones being created, I can't help but ask....

WHAT IS NEXT?

Digital Digital Get Down

I am a total digital native!!! I remember actually, in college, we were attempting to view a youtube video that my prof had emailed himself. He had no clue how to open it, play it, turn up the volume, or ANYTHING!! It took ONE student and about 5 seconds to figure it out. It was hilarious and sad. The prof could manage to email himself the video, which, most would think is a lie considering his serious lack of technology talent present during class. Funny, huh?!



P.S. My story seems short because everyone else keeps typing so I kind of feel like I should keep typing, I mean, Denise has like three paragraphs going on. Well, she always was an over achiever. Lame-o. It's a good thing she can dance.
P.S.S Thomas laughs weird.