Aarons Lens

When thinking about what to create for a one-minute film, my mind was mostly drawn to conveying my feelings about Lawrence and college in the short time I have been here. When going more in-depth about this subject, I was further pushed to film about the unfamiliar feeling that constantly nags at my head. I've found that no matter how comfortable I get in my dorm, with friends, or in my classes, there is a constant reminder through my surroundings that I am not at a place I call home. This feeling is what I try to convey through my short film. The short, scattered clips of Appleton are used to express the feeling just mentioned. They are not colorful, or shot very beautifully, and when put together create nothing to evoke powerful emotions. These shots, when put together with the audio of my piano lessons, work to create tension and a feeling of unease. The three repeating shots of a water tower, a train track, and a parking lot, along with the library and the airplane represent th

 As I look at what to write about in this next blog post, I can't help but find it inadequate to write about my development as a photographer and artist without mentioning Scott Streble . Scott is a Minneapolis-based photographer who specializes in non-profit photography, and served as my mentor during a month-long period towards the end of my senior year. During this month-long period, I helped Scott with his shoots, observed his actions in photography and how he interacted with his clients, and took photos for some of the shoots with him. During this time under Scott, I found the technique and skill it takes to turn an artistic style from a vision into a photo. H e taught me properly how to frame, capture depth, and focus on emotion in a subject. He explained how to find the client's wants and needs in a photo while adding a personal touch. He also taught me that photography is not really about the camera and technique, but mostly about the people and subjects you are capturi

I have never been good with my hands. I struggled with finger painting in kindergarten, recorder classes in 2nd grade, and my drawings would rarely make it onto the fridge when I brought them home. In third grade, I was one of four kids in my class that needed special writing lessons with a separate writing teacher; although it did mean I missed math class once a week. Anyway, I led with such a weakness because I found myself interested in photography due to no longer having to rely on my hands to express my thoughts and creativity(besides the click of a button). Instead, it was fully up to my brain and unique view of my surroundings to turn the world I see in front of me into images that could rival the intrigue that other forms of art can create.   A small island in the Lake District, United Kingdom Since beginning to seriously develop my own style of photography, I often find myself using mundane color pallets in editing, unadventurous framing, and mechanical depths of the field. Ho