My Priceless Camera

One of the biggest aspects of my life is photography. Ever since I can remember, picking up any camera within reach was almost a natural reflex. Capturing moments, a split second in time, has always fascinated me, especially the beauty in that nobody is quite the same. Investing in a camera of my own, as well as all the incredibly expensive equipment to go along with it has arguably been one of the best decisions of my life- allowing me to freeze the time I want in the way I want.

09-09-2012 Day 1: I went to sleep at 1:00 am and woke up at 6:11 am. The dream was that my grandmother passed away and that I had nobody to confide in. It got to a point where I just went

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The sky and all its beautiful colors are all that were running through my mind. I didn't notice it then, but that was the last day we ever had those moments not only there but back home too. I never expect for him to leave, which was foolish. He found happiness in the bottom of a drink, how couldn't alcohol take him? I realize we're all trying to kill that pain somehow. I didn't imagine his death would take a hold of my life, but in a way it did. You see he was the only close death, I experienced in my 17 years, before him I didn't think death would ever influence me, for it was just a life check everyone check off eventually. I took his death as unexplained for so long, all I had angry and unresolved feelings and they controlled a part of my life. I know that pain will always be there, but my life couldn’t stop, I couldn’t let this unresolved grief influence me as my uncles did. Although death is a sad thing, you have must choose whether to let it destroy oneself or sharpen it. I’m still on the path of understanding how life is after the death, still I remember he loved us and he isn’t sadden anymore, and that gives me joy and keeps on

I jolt awake. “Must have been a bad dream” I thought to myself. I looked around and was shocked at my surroundings. A destroyed hospital room. The paint on the walls is peeling and it smells like old sheets and medicine. The beds are covered in rust and pieces of the ceiling have fallen on the floor. The room is dark, but the sun is shining through the barricaded windows. I rip the needles out of my arms and struggle to stand up. I put on my clothes that were still neatly folded under the bed. I walk out of the room. There were blood stains on the wall and random hospital supplies thrown on the floor. My heart starts to race. I try to think of what could have happened. While I was thinking I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging behind me. I turn around to see a door, bolted shut. I decide not to open it. I begin to walk

It was as if I was living an entire other life, comfortable in my dreams. But I would awake each morning distirbued; reliving my dad’s murder.

I dreamt of death. Violent images of maimed humans surfaced, their mouths gaping open, skin clammy with sweat and eyes staring up at nothing. The bony skulls of my family grinned at me through the blackness. I still remembered that dead blank look in my parents' eyes. The gurgle that they made as they collapsed in a heap on the floor. With a shudder, I dragged myself from going through the torture of relieving everything over

Other times, the dreams lull you into a false sense of security, blurring the lines between what is, what was, and what never was. You can start somewhere mundane, somewhere safe. You’re leaning on a counter in your kitchen with a cup of coffee, looking down at a newspaper, while your dog nudges its nose against your exposed calf. But, when you look down, there is no dog, nor are there kitchen floor tiles. There’s mud and matted grass, and a man’s bloodied hand touches your trouser, his lifeless eyes gazing blankly up at you. The kitchen cabinets and walls melt away to a grey sky and a dozen familiar faces.

Standing outside in the frigid wind of California, all of us were crying, even my loving sister, she was the spotlight stealer, the friend in good times and bad, she was even our babysitter, she was crying in front of me as the water pooled down at the bottom of my feet. It didn't feel real, just like a dream of nothingness. At the moment, I was looking back at the special time, when we drove here. We were singing, dancing and laughing at my weird dance moves in the car. She was my Idol,she was tough, kind, generous and she was the best sister I could ever ask for. On the drive I didn't realize what was really happening. We got into the car, and I caught a glimpse of her sad face. After we left her I realize she taught me I needed to seize

I stayed inside my house because I felt my life would be in danger if I stepped out. Thirty minutes later, the big armor ambulance with Christmas colored sirens came in a rush. The Paramedics took the man on a stretcher and left to the hospital. One of my neighbors told me who got shot, and his name was Alex. I completely broke down and especially mentally. My knees were on the ground, my hands over my face, and my whole body was shivering. In my head the world was moving in slow motion and you can actually see my tear drop crash into the ground. How the tear scatters its particles on the dirt and instantly becomes soggy. Suddenly, I just woke up like I was having a terrible nightmare and adrenaline rushing through my body. I ran to my Honda Civic car like there was no tomorrow. Quickly I turned it on and press the gas pedal, leaving burn marks on the ground. I really felt like I was in a race because I was hitting around 70 MPH while passing street

Most of us have at one time or another experienced a dream, be it a nightmare or a pleasant walk in a forest. Either way, it was always believed that dreams encompass a coded message that might be expressing our hidden wishes, things that happened in the past or even predict the future. In the past, there have been many attempts to unravel the secret hidden behind the dreams and so far the world came up with three main theories of interpreting the dreams (Freudian, Jungian and Cognitive)(Wade, Travis 1998). In this essay I will attempt to analyze my dream by using each of the theories mentioned above, then compare the outcomes as well as their possible connections to my life and in the end determine, which one of these theories is the most

I reached for my headphones and iPod (I didn’t have a phone at the time), because it was going to be an eighteen-hour drive from Chicago, Illinois to Decatur, Texas. This was my last goodbye to my mother and I haven’t seen her since, and for some reason I can remember the drive away from her home more than my last moment with her. In the car, I started to think about everything that my mom did or didn’t do that pushed me to leave, and many tears were rolling down my

It was all a blur. It has to be unreal. I just couldn’t admit that this was happening. Please, tell me that you’re in a deep slumber. That this is a trance. Tell me that I have to wake up from this nightmare. Just wake up. How can you be so selfish! Don’t leave me here alone. Everything was slowly fading away. Everything color that I used to be able to see, was turning black. I can’t hear the alluring melodies of her voice. It’s starting to disappear from my heart. My heart, is slowly becoming a black hole, as my soul cringes, and became cloudy with distraught. Something snapped inside. I lost a momentous part of me. What reality is this? It has been one year, four weeks and three days, since the death of my beloved friend. Her name was Hitomi

Pulling up to the funeral home wearing a white dress and my hands full of tissues, my whole body began to tremble. It was chaotic , something I've never felt . I gathered with friends and we began to cry together as we shared memories of our friend. We had each other and that was the most important thing. I hugged her mom and went up to and went up to the casket to see her one last time. She felt cold to the touch and her skin had lost its color. Grabbing her hand I whispered how much I loved her . Kari was dressed in white and her body adorned with jewelry and a picture of her cat Stan. I kept insisting it was all a bad dream, that I would soon wake up. In reality, she was gone and I was left

“Things changed dramatically in 1888 when George Eastman introduced the Kodak camera. A small hand-held box, it cost only $25--about the price of a higher-end iPad in today’s money, which put it in the range of the well-off middle class. And it offered simplicity: It arrived with 100 shots preinstalled, and when they were taken you shipped the entire camera back to Eastman’s factory in Rochester, New York, where workers developed the photos and mailed them back to you along with your reloaded camera. “You press the button, we do the rest,” as the Kodak slogan rang” (Thompson, Clive, 2012). This was the start of the Kodak monpoly of the film and photography industry.