Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Good News
Today I recieved an email informing me of the acceptance of one of my photographs for publication in the next issue of the UTD Sojourn Journal of The Arts. I am very happy about this. It motivates me to keep going. One publication is the beginning, more will come. I will show the world beauty and truth through my photographs. I know this is only the beginning.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Hooked on it...
I have discovered I love to fish. I sorta knew it, but now I know it's therapeutic. I found a good spot to fish over on Renner and Synergy. I caught six small mouth bass in less than 45 minutes, and four of those were two in a row catches. I also had a few get away. It was a nice way to relax, but I left because the bugs were eating me up...
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
On Photography
Black and white photography is beautiful. It's not what the photograph looks like that is captivating, but what is in the photograph that draws all the attention. It's hard to have a good subject matter and composition, but when you find what you need to have in the picture, it's beautiful.
Color photography, in comparison, is only beautiful when the colors are perfect. It is hard to have perfect color, but it's possible. Blue eyes to me are beautiful. In a photograph, showing blue eyes is hard, but with deep rich colors, it is amazing.
Color photography, in comparison, is only beautiful when the colors are perfect. It is hard to have perfect color, but it's possible. Blue eyes to me are beautiful. In a photograph, showing blue eyes is hard, but with deep rich colors, it is amazing.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
The Last Couple of Weeks
It feels like I am nearing the close of yet another chapter in my life. New York will be the a small interlude in which important things might happen, but after New York is something totally new. I as of yet do not have a place to live before I move into the UNT dorms on Sunday, August 21st. I am not worried about it, however. There is that week and a half where I might be floating around. I need to move my things out of this house before New York. Also move myself out before New York.
One of the things I am most scared of concerning this trip is the flight there and back. I am terrified that if I die, I will not have finished things I started. I am not afraid of dying for my sake, but for the sake of people I love. This is my biggest fear.
On a lighter, sooner note, I will be going on a trip tonight to go float down the Caddo river. I love these get away times. Last time was El Paso, the week before that was camping, and this weekend it will be floating down a river in Arkansas. School is almost over for the summer. Just a few more class times. Almost there.
There is a lesson to be learned in everything. For me, the lesson I have learned lately is that I don't need tests to tell me what I should already know about myself. I was surprised at how accurate the test was, but I was more suprised what I knew those things about myself. I felt good knowing I knew myself. Do you?
I need to start packing... both for floating and to move out.
One of the things I am most scared of concerning this trip is the flight there and back. I am terrified that if I die, I will not have finished things I started. I am not afraid of dying for my sake, but for the sake of people I love. This is my biggest fear.
On a lighter, sooner note, I will be going on a trip tonight to go float down the Caddo river. I love these get away times. Last time was El Paso, the week before that was camping, and this weekend it will be floating down a river in Arkansas. School is almost over for the summer. Just a few more class times. Almost there.
There is a lesson to be learned in everything. For me, the lesson I have learned lately is that I don't need tests to tell me what I should already know about myself. I was surprised at how accurate the test was, but I was more suprised what I knew those things about myself. I felt good knowing I knew myself. Do you?
I need to start packing... both for floating and to move out.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
My Strength
I took a strength finder test the other day and it told me what I already knew but in words that make sense to other people.
Mine is Connectedness.
The book describes it as such:
Things happen for a reason. You are sure of it. You are sure of it because in your soul you know that we are all connected. Yes, we are individuals, responsible for our own judgments and in possession of our own free will, but nonetheless we are part of something larger. Some may call it the collective unconscious. Others may label it spirit or life force. But whatever your word of choice, you gain confidence from knowing that we are not isolated from one another or from the earth and the life on it. This feeling of Connectedness implies certain responsibilities. If we are all part of a larger picture, then we must not harm others because we will be harming ourselves. We must not exploit because we will be exploiting ourselves. Your awareness of these responsibilities creates your value system. You are considerate, caring, and accepting. Certain of the unity of humankind, you are a bridge builder for people of different cultures. Sensitive to the invisible hand, you can give others comfort that there is a purpose beyond our humdrum lives. The exact articles of your faith will depend on your upbringing and your culture, but your faith is strong. It sustains you and your close friends in the face of life's mysteries.
Mine is Connectedness.
The book describes it as such:
Things happen for a reason. You are sure of it. You are sure of it because in your soul you know that we are all connected. Yes, we are individuals, responsible for our own judgments and in possession of our own free will, but nonetheless we are part of something larger. Some may call it the collective unconscious. Others may label it spirit or life force. But whatever your word of choice, you gain confidence from knowing that we are not isolated from one another or from the earth and the life on it. This feeling of Connectedness implies certain responsibilities. If we are all part of a larger picture, then we must not harm others because we will be harming ourselves. We must not exploit because we will be exploiting ourselves. Your awareness of these responsibilities creates your value system. You are considerate, caring, and accepting. Certain of the unity of humankind, you are a bridge builder for people of different cultures. Sensitive to the invisible hand, you can give others comfort that there is a purpose beyond our humdrum lives. The exact articles of your faith will depend on your upbringing and your culture, but your faith is strong. It sustains you and your close friends in the face of life's mysteries.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Green Light
Yesterday, while driving, I came to a stop at a light behind another car. I wanted to turn right, and the car in front of me wanted to go straight. I was angry because he could have stop at the other lane which both goes straight and can turn left. The driver however stopped in front of me. There were no cars coming from the left, and i could have turned a long time before the light turned green had he stopped at the other lane.
Waiting at the light, I heard a bird singing. It was late at night, and I was in the city. The wind blowing into the car was cool, and the birds song was soothing. Last week I went camping and was woken up by a bird singing very early in the morning in a tree near my tent. I had put my pillow over my head and had tried to go back to sleep. I got up after a few minutes. Outside the sky was a dark shade of blue and in the eastern sky the sun shone red. I watched it rise few inches and listened to the song of the bird. When life gives you these moments, you don't want to let go.
The light turned green and the car in front of me sped off. I listened to the bird singing and stepped on the gas pedal. "It's about time," I said, and turned right.
Waiting at the light, I heard a bird singing. It was late at night, and I was in the city. The wind blowing into the car was cool, and the birds song was soothing. Last week I went camping and was woken up by a bird singing very early in the morning in a tree near my tent. I had put my pillow over my head and had tried to go back to sleep. I got up after a few minutes. Outside the sky was a dark shade of blue and in the eastern sky the sun shone red. I watched it rise few inches and listened to the song of the bird. When life gives you these moments, you don't want to let go.
The light turned green and the car in front of me sped off. I listened to the bird singing and stepped on the gas pedal. "It's about time," I said, and turned right.
Monday, June 27, 2005
My Thirteen-Year-Old Self Broke Into My Room
And he was confused. He did not know who lived there. He saw nothing really familiar. He was mad at me for not being who he thought I was going to be. I felt sorry for him because he was naive. He had not yet figured out what life was about. I saw him cry in the corner of my room, and I cried on the other corner. He looked at me and wondered why I dress the way I do. He wants me to be an architect. I want him to open his eyes.
But we talked and got to know each other. We have so much in common. We have so many differences.
He saw my guitar and told me he always really wanted to play it. I told him I learned just for him. He saw my books. Novels and collections of short stories. He said he spent most of his time in the library reading. I told him I would write something that would one day be in a library. He saw my photographs and said he was glad I was good at something. I told him I try my best. He listened to my music. He did not like it. He thought it was strange and he told me he would not listen to it again. I laughed. He went through my movies. He told me they looked boring and dumb. I reminded him he read some pretty dumb books, but he said he liked them.
He went through my clothes and told me he didn't like much of what I wear. I told him he would, in time. He found my drawing pad and told me he could do better. He was right. He went through my journals and wanted me to rewrite some of the entries and makek them happier. I told him it was too late, but that when I write future ones, I would try my best to make him happy.
He told me he liked to be alone. I answered him by saying it frightened me. He told me he went fishing last weekend. I told him I went yesterday, for the first time since he went. I promised him I would not go long without it again.
He said goodbye but he didn't leave. He is with me still. He likes to dress up as a ninja and climb trees. He wraps towels around his neck and pretends they are capes. He watches cartoons on saturday mornings and in the hot afternoons runs around outside fighting monsters and keeping the grass short. He has many adventures. I sit down and write about him.
But we talked and got to know each other. We have so much in common. We have so many differences.
He saw my guitar and told me he always really wanted to play it. I told him I learned just for him. He saw my books. Novels and collections of short stories. He said he spent most of his time in the library reading. I told him I would write something that would one day be in a library. He saw my photographs and said he was glad I was good at something. I told him I try my best. He listened to my music. He did not like it. He thought it was strange and he told me he would not listen to it again. I laughed. He went through my movies. He told me they looked boring and dumb. I reminded him he read some pretty dumb books, but he said he liked them.
He went through my clothes and told me he didn't like much of what I wear. I told him he would, in time. He found my drawing pad and told me he could do better. He was right. He went through my journals and wanted me to rewrite some of the entries and makek them happier. I told him it was too late, but that when I write future ones, I would try my best to make him happy.
He told me he liked to be alone. I answered him by saying it frightened me. He told me he went fishing last weekend. I told him I went yesterday, for the first time since he went. I promised him I would not go long without it again.
He said goodbye but he didn't leave. He is with me still. He likes to dress up as a ninja and climb trees. He wraps towels around his neck and pretends they are capes. He watches cartoons on saturday mornings and in the hot afternoons runs around outside fighting monsters and keeping the grass short. He has many adventures. I sit down and write about him.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Sometimes you have to get away...
I'll be going camping this weekend. Hopefully I will get some good pictures and a nice time of relaxation. Something is bound to be interesting enough for the camera. I'll let you know.
Also I have come to realize the meaning of it. I know what to do. I don't know how though. Life makes alot of sense when viewed from the right perspective.
Something that doesn't make sense to me is (or rather it makes sense, but it makes me really sad) that all of us come from the same original humans. It doesn't matter if you believe in creation of evolution, we all come from two original humans. The thing is, even though we are all related, we don't always treat or fellow humans as equals. I am guilty of this. I either put myself above others or put myself so down that I grow angry at others for being so above me. It makes sense to me that we are all called to be humbled and to put others before us, but when it doesn't happen, when not everybody does it, society ends up like it is right now. We have the rich eating the flesh of the poor as they toil away to give the middle class what they want. It is not fair. I am guilty of this. But this is not what is supposed to be going on. Capitalism is only better than socialism because doctors get paid to save lives, because engineers amass fortunes inventing technology that not only is useless in furthering the thoughts and mind of people, but rather slowly cripples mankind. In socialism nobody helped anybody because there was nothing to profit. But the flaw was not in the system. The flaw is in the person. When we learn to not live our lives seeking to profit from every endevour, we will see that a society of equality without social ranks is really what is best for mankind. I know that this is not possible in the world as it is today. I know that every human being has to not look to improving himself but to improving those around him. When everybody is doing this, the world will be a fantastic place to live in. No more war, no more hunger, no more sadness. Think about it: A world where everyone supports everyone else doing what they were born to do with the skills innate to each person. This is the key to the utopia we have all been searching for but have not found: Selflessness. That is it. That is all I have to say.
Also I have come to realize the meaning of it. I know what to do. I don't know how though. Life makes alot of sense when viewed from the right perspective.
Something that doesn't make sense to me is (or rather it makes sense, but it makes me really sad) that all of us come from the same original humans. It doesn't matter if you believe in creation of evolution, we all come from two original humans. The thing is, even though we are all related, we don't always treat or fellow humans as equals. I am guilty of this. I either put myself above others or put myself so down that I grow angry at others for being so above me. It makes sense to me that we are all called to be humbled and to put others before us, but when it doesn't happen, when not everybody does it, society ends up like it is right now. We have the rich eating the flesh of the poor as they toil away to give the middle class what they want. It is not fair. I am guilty of this. But this is not what is supposed to be going on. Capitalism is only better than socialism because doctors get paid to save lives, because engineers amass fortunes inventing technology that not only is useless in furthering the thoughts and mind of people, but rather slowly cripples mankind. In socialism nobody helped anybody because there was nothing to profit. But the flaw was not in the system. The flaw is in the person. When we learn to not live our lives seeking to profit from every endevour, we will see that a society of equality without social ranks is really what is best for mankind. I know that this is not possible in the world as it is today. I know that every human being has to not look to improving himself but to improving those around him. When everybody is doing this, the world will be a fantastic place to live in. No more war, no more hunger, no more sadness. Think about it: A world where everyone supports everyone else doing what they were born to do with the skills innate to each person. This is the key to the utopia we have all been searching for but have not found: Selflessness. That is it. That is all I have to say.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Sometimes I die
I tried peotry today... Weird. Comments are welcome only if you do not get it. Questions are welcome. I don't want to say "thank you."
"Sometimes I Die"
Sometimes I die. I die when I realize I am small. I die when the leaves grow on the trees and I know I can't turn the seasons forward. The veins split and split and split across the green. My blood stops running and my eyes turn red. I wait for the leaves to fall.
Sometimes I die. I die when I realize I am not enough. I die when the sun burns in the sky and the I know that it will burn. The ground cracks and cracks and cracks across the land. My blood stops running and my eyes turn red. I wait for the clouds to form.
Sometimes I live. I live when I realize I have been given a second chance. I live when I see my eyes in the mirror and I know who made them. My love grows and grows and grows in me. My blood runs and my eyes can see. I wait for You to come.
"Sometimes I Die"
Sometimes I die. I die when I realize I am small. I die when the leaves grow on the trees and I know I can't turn the seasons forward. The veins split and split and split across the green. My blood stops running and my eyes turn red. I wait for the leaves to fall.
Sometimes I die. I die when I realize I am not enough. I die when the sun burns in the sky and the I know that it will burn. The ground cracks and cracks and cracks across the land. My blood stops running and my eyes turn red. I wait for the clouds to form.
Sometimes I live. I live when I realize I have been given a second chance. I live when I see my eyes in the mirror and I know who made them. My love grows and grows and grows in me. My blood runs and my eyes can see. I wait for You to come.
Friday, June 17, 2005
I have a place to live in the fall.
I have recieved my room assignment for the fall. I will be living in Maple Hall, room B215. I am pretty excited about this. I might even turn the room into a darkroom.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
new pictures
there are some new pictures up on my da. check them out at http://jehucampos.deviantart.com
Monday, June 13, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
in association with
I am going to post all my pictures at deviant art. you can expect too keep seeing the comic here, but all my photographs are going to be on deviant art. i'll let you know when I put them up though, so check them out. jehucampos.deviantart.com
also art
i just recently scanned some pictures. i spent my whole day scanning all the best pictures i've taken. i will eventually put them all up one by one.
Friday, June 10, 2005
my knights don't wear shining armor
i really don't have anything to say about this other than i am not too pleased with it. i could not find the right words to say. this is all i could come up with. it doesn't make much sense, but it makes me sad.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
there is no title
i am glad to have some friends who think in challenging ways. they do not take things at face value, but they look for something deeper. this is a thank you note. thank you for thinking the way you do. thank you for intelligent conversations. thank you for being who you are. you know who you are, yet you do not put yourself above others. thank you.
Monday, June 06, 2005
i guess this is a post
I am just posting to try out this cool new widget i found. also, I find a quote.
"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable"
-John F. Kennedy
just a thought.
"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable"
-John F. Kennedy
just a thought.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
soon
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
just wait, it will be better soon...
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
just wait, it will be better soon...
Monday, May 23, 2005
A short word on depression
You may laugh and think that i am kidding when i say I am depressed because in the past i have done a good job of hiding it really well. To tell the truth, depression is a horrible state of emotion. Knowing that there is nothing to be sad about and feeling like death is a good option is not what i'd like to feel like everyday. What is even worse, depression when there is something bothering you amplifies the worry even more. When it is something pretty big that is weighing down on you, your emotions really do get the best of you. Loneliness seems everlasting and no amount of company can cheer you up. No matter who is with you or what they say, nothing seems to snap you out of it. You feel like crying but the tears don't come. It is definately no laughing matter. I appreciate those who understand.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
do you understand?
I don't really have much to say today other than I to state my goal for the future: revolution. my medium: photography. i don't really know how i'm going to do it, but i am going to show the world through photographs and change the mindset of people. The motivation: selfless love. I don't want to live a life dedicated to living the american dream. there's got to be more than that. more...
selfless love... i once heard this definition of love. to love (because it is a verb) is to give the all of oneself without expecting anything in return. i'm trying. i really am...
selfless love... i once heard this definition of love. to love (because it is a verb) is to give the all of oneself without expecting anything in return. i'm trying. i really am...
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