tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345732276364581622024-03-13T14:05:14.321-04:00Lola NicoleRandom musings to preserve my sanityLola Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03038026843212110826noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234573227636458162.post-5701190754845378752011-01-28T15:25:00.000-05:002011-12-26T17:53:56.888-05:00Va va voom...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzbQsCGRwks/TUMnIY0xleI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IIckp-wbgDQ/s1600/IMG_0100_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzbQsCGRwks/TUMnIY0xleI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IIckp-wbgDQ/s400/IMG_0100_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567336589416306146" /></a></div>Lola Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03038026843212110826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234573227636458162.post-49584271727278524612010-03-23T00:18:00.000-04:002010-03-23T00:27:06.844-04:00Arty FartsyI've figured it out. In order to motivate myself to get started on my artistic ambitions, I have decided that I will commit myself to a daily art project. What it will be, I haven't the slightest idea. I just know that it is going to happen. <div><br /><div>Maybe I'll capture beautiful smiles across the District of Columbia. </div><div>Maybe I'll just randomly stop people and ask them to pose for me. </div><div>Maybe I'll just pick a certain time of day and shoot whatever is in the vicinity when the alarm goes off...</div><div><br /></div><div>...The possibilities are endless...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Lola Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03038026843212110826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234573227636458162.post-80855299450051017442010-03-21T19:47:00.001-04:002010-03-21T19:54:02.288-04:00Stuck...<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing with my life. I ask for guidance every single day. No, really. Every day. I think I'm being pushed into the teaching profession, although it is the furthest thing from what I thought I would do. So now, instead of composing my personal statement for a program I have virtually been accepted to, I am posting this. Because I like to engage in some form of self-sabotage. <div><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>In other news, I am in dire need of a subject to shoot for another of my goals (an entry into D.C.'s Art-o-Matic this year). Major setback is that I have managed to spill wine on my laptop, so I lost all 200 images from my last shoot and now I don't really have anywhere to store or view any new work, let alone do some additional editing. Soooo, not that anyone actually reads this, but if there is one single, solitary person who would love to be captured by my lens, let yourself be known. I will love you for life. </div><div><br /></div></div>Lola Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03038026843212110826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234573227636458162.post-13539589183226466042010-02-06T14:42:00.000-05:002010-02-06T14:48:15.880-05:00...A pathway to the other side<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzbQsCGRwks/S23HbnYL63I/AAAAAAAAACY/BFUz_jMkxuE/s1600-h/CIMG3075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzbQsCGRwks/S23HbnYL63I/AAAAAAAAACY/BFUz_jMkxuE/s320/CIMG3075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435219602546879346" /></a><br />Welcome, welcome. <div><br /></div><div>Here you will find the musings and images of a future professional photographer. No real method to my madness, just images I capture and love and maybe, if you're lucky, a little bit extra. I hope you enjoy!</div>Lola Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03038026843212110826noreply@blogger.com0