After 33 years Lydia…

This all started when one of my closest friends suggested, “Hey, while we’re away on our trip, let’s get a tattoo”.  I’m thirty-three years old.  I have no tattoos up to this point so most people would think, well, if I haven’t gotten one by now, why bother?  Throughout my twenties, when everyone else was getting tattooed I just thought, I’m going to be different, everyone else has one.  Plus, there was nothing that I felt was important enough to permanently place on my body.  I felt at one point that getting a tattoo made people think that they were unique and different from everyone else.  But they have become “the norm”.  Nothing about tattoos was unique (in my eyes). Lydia's tat-3 Now that I am thirty-three and am married with two kids, things have shifted.  Everything is so planned, not spontaneous and very structured.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and I love my life, in general, but it is pretty routine.  So when I had the opportunity to go away on my girlfriend’s bachelorette trip, I really wanted to have a great time and step out of my comfort zone.  Mind you, I didn’t get the tattoo on my trip but it definitely got me thinking about what I would get if I did get one.  Once the trip came, all my friends chickened out of course, but I still took it seriously. Lydia's tat-2 After much thought, I  combined a few ideas and came up with something that I could love and be proud of.  I think I would consider myself a naturey person. I love the idea of making a wish with the seeded dandelion and I always love watching my son pick one and blow it like it’s a magical thing.  I thought about how blessed I am to have these two perfect boys and that my wishes have come true.  So there it was.  My tattoo was a blowing dandelion with two birds (my two boys) at the end. Lydia's tat-4 I did my research and found a reputable tattoo parlor.  Motor City Tattoos have great artists who do amazing work.  I was surprised at how friendly they all were.  Since this was my first tattoo and I did decide to place it in a spot where I heard is one of the most painful spots, I was a little nervous.  They eased my mind and my artist Rob Ethier was very nice.  He changed things that I wanted different and listened to my vision. Lydia's tat It turns out, the pain was nothing.  Well, not nothing, but I would definitely rather that pain to the pain of getting my teeth scaled at the dentist.  In the end, it was a great experience, and I love my tattoo.  AND… it means something to me! About what I said earlier about it not being unique to have a tattoo…I was wrong.  Everyone who has one that means something to THEM, is unique.  Now, if my kids ask to get a tattoo when they get older, I can say… “well I waited until I was thirty-three… it took me thirty-three years to decide”.  Putting much thought in to your tattoo takes years of life experience and I’m glad I waited as long as I did. Lydia's tat-5


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What is going on???


A Winning Trick That Everyone Should Try

Having a new perspective on anything in life is a great experience.  It’s discovering a world that you didn’t know existed.  Or if you did know it existed, you took it for granted.

Sometimes you have to make do with what you have.  I have always wanted a macro lens.  I have never been able to justify getting one yet because they are very expensive (as is all camera equipment) and specific.  There’s something so unique and intriguing about seeing such small subjects so close.  It gives you a perspective that, unless taking the time with a magnifying glass or macro lens, we would not have noticed the amount of detail that so many things have.

Insects gross me out.  I think I’m not alone in feeling that way.  Spiders, ear wigs, potato bugs, centipedes, and many many more are the bugs I stay away from.  But, at a “safe” distance (meaning as long as they aren’t crawling on me) they can be fascinating.  We’ve all seen those photos of the magnified common house fly.  Everyone I know takes every chance they get to swat at them,  but when you view them up close, you see how amazing and detailed their eyes are, among other things.  Something so common becomes something so unique.


In this photo’s case, I was gardening in my yard.  I went to go get my gloves and there he was.  This beautiful little caterpillar.  I quickly grabbed my camera and went to take a shot.  The result was so boring.  It just looked like a big yellow glove with a pipe cleaner on it.  How could I get closer?  I remembered something I learned about shooting a macro shot without a macro lens.  I then removed my 18-55mm lens from the camera and flipped it around to take the shot.  Since the lens does not screw on backwards, I had to hold it firmly to the camera and block the light out with my hands.  Also, since it doesn’t attach to the camera, you can’t properly focus.  So I had to move back and forth towards the caterpillar in order to get it in focus.  I finally arrived at the proper distance and caught him perfectly.  The detail was amazing.  This creepy caterpillar morphed into a beautiful picture.  It has always been one of my favorites.

More recently, there is this digital photography website that holds challenges for photographers to enter their work in.  This particular challenge was called MACRO CATERPILLAR.  I entered the above picture (even though I didn’t shoot it on a macro) and hoped for the best.  31 people entered the challenge and 486 people voted.  I was very proud and excited to hear that my photo got in first place!!  This just goes to show you, you don’t need the best equipment to take great shots.  If you are creative enough, and you have a passion, you can achieve great results.

On a side note, does anyone know what kind of butterfly this turns in to?  I would love to know.

I recommend people who own an DSLR to try this out.  Who needs a macro lens (though it would be nice)?

Pollution or Art?

While on my drive home from work I received a call from my husband letting me know that there was a photo challenge all about pollution being held on a photography website.  The only problem was that the challenge deadline was that same night.  I thought this would be an impossible task since it was already the evening and I was already on my way home.  It was a very long day, I had my son in the car and I was exhausted.  When I thought about pollution, the first things that came to my mind was garbage, smoke stacks, water pollution, and so on.  There was nothing like that on my way home.  Plus, that’s what everyone else was going to submit.

It was about 5 minutes after that call that I drove by a tree I see everyday on my way to and from work.  I pulled over and reversed back to it and thought about it.  This was an old, large maple tree on the edge of a field.  This wasn’t just any tree, this tree had probably one hundred or more pairs of shoes nailed to it.  Yes, shoes.  Kids shoes, adult shoes, sandals, flip-flops, boots, everything.  I always saw it as art I guess.  It was the “shoe tree”.  This challenge made me think about the “shoe tree” in a different way.  This was pollution.  The poor tree had hundreds of nails in it.  People climbing it to the top to get their shoes up to the highest point.  When you look close, it was just a bunch of garbage around a tree.  Shoes people would have otherwise just thrown out in their garbage at home, is now stuck to a tree.


As I looked up to the top of the tree I could tell that part of it was dying.  I never noticed it before.  It made me wonder, is it because of all the shoes that are apparently making it look artsy and cool?  All of those nails.

I came to the conclusion that it was definitely pollution, especially because all of the other trees around it were alive and thriving and this one was dying.  So I took my shots and drove off.  That night I entered the contest.  It was one of the only ones that didn’t have smoke stacks or garbage all over the ground.  I’m happy with the end result.  We’ll see what happens with the contest!

To check out the contest and vote, visit: Shadowbox Pollution Photo

Comments are always welcome.

Lydia Treacy