I used to do this thing called "photography"

Yeah, lately I feel so deprived. Granted, I am doing my photography work related freelance projects but there is something missing in my photographic life. Am I feeling nostalgic for film? Am I missing the sound of the shutter and the film run? I miss the darkroom, that's for sure. I miss the smell of chemicals not washing off my hands. I miss the sound of the running water and those barely luminescent red lights. I feel nostalgia for a time gone by...

This image was taken circa 2004 with my old Nikon 35mm.

Hymn of a dying cynic

 Sometimes I like to write s*#$&@ poetry too.

Hymn of a dying cynic

Fiery intoxication of the best and worst kind.
I feel you seeking me
your eyes search for answers
underneath the surface.
I have become a splinter
lurking within the shadows of your thoughts
where you decorate my image with the thirst of desire.
I make you suffer a bittersweet agony
you hope to deny.
But I don't understand this reasoning
I say, if you feel it
let love intoxicate,
suffer its feverish chills
let it infect every last inch of your being
soak its venom right into your soul
let it kill you
and bring you back to life
turn life into poetry.
Your love has already begun to saturate my veins
she inspires the muses and awakens my soul
My once empty canvases
that lay like carcasses on the bedroom floor
have sprung to life
filled with vibrating colors and music.
Sweet love, take me further
push me off this cliff and see me fall
watch my body twist in sweet agony.
Let me house you in the temple of my loins
cradle your insecurities
wrap you in the cloak of my love!
Share this agony with me
so in turn we can both be captives of the same affliction.

October 7, 2010 © Mariana Moscoso

No Time. No Editing.

I wish I could write an awesome and well thought out review of my experience at this year's Lambda Fall Spectacular put on by McGeorge School of Law but unfortunately, my life, has been crowded by work, school and above all: child. I am starting to wonder why a day only has 24 hours and why does it feel like I never get enough sleep. It may sound like I am complaining but honestly, I don't think I have been happier. I am busy beyond reason but this is the spice of life. I am living. I like that.

Honestly, it feels like such a crime not to include a whole set that I enjoyed of the show but right now with this limited time, I can only give a tease.

2nd Annual Lambda Fall Spectacular

I was there for the first one and it was loads of fun! I suggest that if you are in the Sacramento that day that you don't miss out on this event.

I took this photo last year...remember?

What's the point of having a child if you cannot brag about them?

This morning my daughter received an academic award for being an excellent speller! Sometimes I wonder if this child is even mine with this ability because it is certainly not my forte (thank goodness for spell check). Needless to say, I love her.

Yasmin = LOVE

Color me Rainbow

Labor Day weekend is possibly the busiest weekend in Sacramento this year. There is so many different events going on that choosing just one to go to is simply torture. Well, at least for me! On top of this, I worked at CCAS this Sunday so it left very little time Sunday to be out and about. I did on the other hand catch the last hour of the Rainbow Festival Street Fair. I have to say that I caught the crowning of Miss Trans and I saw Fedro perform. The final hour was certainly exciting and fun!

Fedro

This scene of Faces reminded me of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks

Miss Trans 2010

Miss Trans 2009

Holland and the World Cup

The madness of the World Cup has never been fully understood or recognized by Americans. Americans fail to see the importance of this international sport that most countries call football and not soccer. I got little tastes here and there of this fever known as the World Cup in my latin household. I grew up with my Sunday mornings dedicated to watching my dad play soccer in Oakland. It was a ritual accompanied by going to church. I was a devoted follower of my father, admiring him from the sidelines thinking My dad is the best player of the whole team. It is a strange sensation to look at this same old man age...but I am getting off topic.

The madness of the World Cup in Holland was like nothing I had ever seen for soccer before. Even those Sunday mornings cheering my father from the sidelines. Watching other fans yell and scream in Spanish could never amount to the thrill of the World Cup that I experienced from the moment I was in Europe. What a great time to go! The whole world united under this common goal of watching and supporting their team. It was a union of brotherly competition that brings the world together! I love that. I love that differences within countries dissipate and people come together for this beautiful sport.

I can't lie and say that I watch futbol religiously or even know the different teams. I know a little bit here and there but not enough to say I know anything worthwhile. There was a little girl in me that frothed from the ashes when I was in Amsterdam that watched with all the thrill I used to feel watching my papito play. So I screamed and yelled as if I was   a lifetime faithful to the Holland team. I wore my oranje (orange in Dutch) shirt and I supported "my" team to the end. After all, I was in Holland and Holland has always been good to me.
Anyway, I have so many photographs from the World Cup games leading to the semi-finals, the semi-finals, and the final itself. Sadly, Holland didn't win but in any case there is always the next championship. Hup, Holland Hup!

I have not dedicated myself to editing all the photos of this amazing experience but I want to share some with you all. From the Holland vs Uruguay game:

My Hermanita, Joanna

My friend Siemen

Celebration!

Save the toilet paper

Winners!

Madness in the streets

Many hours later...still celebrating victory into the finals:

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