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		<title>Too close. A little too close.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Grad school is slowly turning my brain into mush and re-organizing the compartments where the goo gets stored for easier access to the newly important information. Or so it feels. For my latest Fundamentals of Photojournalism project, I&#8217;ve been feeling a bit apprehensive about shooting. Not necessarily the act of taking photos, but in finding a good place to achieve the goal of the project. See, I live near downtown, and everyone photographs downtown. I see these hippie-looking, homeless-looking denizens [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grad school is slowly turning my brain into mush and re-organizing the compartments where the goo gets stored for easier access to the newly important information.</p>
<p>Or so it feels.</p>
<p>For my latest Fundamentals of Photojournalism project, I&#8217;ve been feeling a bit apprehensive about shooting. Not necessarily the act of taking photos, but in finding a good place to achieve the goal of the project.</p>
<p>See, I live near downtown, and everyone photographs downtown. I see these hippie-looking, homeless-looking denizens hanging around outside one of the coffee shops, and I think, &#8220;I really want to photograph them. I want to know why they are hanging around all the time. I want to know the toothless guy&#8217;s story. And the pregnant girl&#8217;s story. Why are they here.&#8221;</p>
<p>But, as shown in our first class critique, they get photographed and interviewed all the time. I don&#8217;t want to be typical. I don&#8217;t want to be where everyone else has been. (Even if their efforts have not produced the stories I want to hear.)</p>
<p>The rest of downtown has this same feel. There&#8217;s so many interesting spots and people, and I feel as though I&#8217;d be selling out if I completed an assignment there. But then again, if everyone has this feeling, then no stories will come from downtown. And that would be a shame.</p>
<p>So, today&#8217;s assignment took me all through downtown for a second time. I thought maybe if I took my bike down, I&#8217;d stumble across something interesting, maybe something no one else thought to cover before. Nope. Just apprehension about even walking into a situation to ask that tortuous question, &#8220;Can I take your picture?&#8221;</p>
<p>And then I remembered the animal rescue just a few blocks from my house.</p>
<p>Bingo! Something clicked as I walked up and I felt like myself again, able to put myself into the situation I needed for my project. The many volunteers were quite welcoming and let me hang around for about an hour or so. I got fantastic information, took a bunch of photos (some perfect for my project), and even heard some interesting ideas to possibly pursue for my final project.</p>
<p>Moments like these are rare. I need to remember that not every assignment will be easy to find, and not to give up until I get what I need. For every time I worry that maybe this project will fail, I need to get out and try again.</p>
<p>Because I can do this.</p>
<p><a title="day242 :: year three by erin*carly, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rokstar/3924018285/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3924018285_2d3df8e99b.jpg" alt="day242 :: year three" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
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