Introduction

1. Introduction

Hi my name is James Daugherty. I am currently enrolled in Digital Photography 1 at Arizona Western Collage. This is a dedicated blog for that class.

2. Camera

I currently do not have a digital SLR camera. Although have a 16 MP digital camera and plan on buying the Nikon 3200D digital SLR camera.

3. Class Goals

My goal for this class is simply Redemption I took this class before and failed because I did not write the essays, due to my grandfather dying and my own inaccuracies in cooping with the situation. As an English major I find this is unacceptable for myself.

4. Experience

I have some experience in photography because I took this class before and found out I really like it. Sadly I only vaguely remember how to use iso exposure

5. Favorite Photography

My favorite photography is anything surreal or showing something that is almost perfection but is ruined by tragic occurrence, such as broken statue. So I really enjoy jointers photography.

6. Vacation Spot

Its weird but after so many deaths in the family since I was born (over 24) my favorite Vacation spot is the family cemetery California

7. Pet

I have a mancoon cat his name is Thaddeus

8. More About Me

I love to write poetry so here is a poem I wrote under my pen name Judas_James

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On nights like this I have no words. Simply because my mind has ran off and left me here all alone.

It's has draged its broken limbs against all better judgment to watch my soul try and fly away.
My mind just sits there like a child whos kite had flown too high.

It wasn't always like this

Out of Print

It's a strange type of sadness when you hope for a dream
It like embracing your grandfather in an open casket
It's that heart fluttering feeling that resembles love

With strange sadness you make your peace
The butterflies in your chest soon turn to moths
And your regrets eat you

That strange sadness kills quick for its no longer in practice
Though it still lingers
It those trivial things that cut your life away

This strange sadness riddled in abuse
For people who killed you with rocks and with stones now live happy lives
There is no remorse from them for they do not think of how they beat you

When you realized you've escaped its
Simply loneliness