Just stating the obvious here but, I do love photography. It has taught me so much beyond the mechanics and techniques of shooting a photo (which are the two things I know the LEAST about!). Probably the biggest lesson I've learned is that there is beauty in the everyday mundane and ignored. All you have to do is...notice it.
Yes, my family can attest to the fact that I notice ALOT of unnoticeable things. And, I'm pretty sure I am the "Queen of Mundane"...just ask my kids. Can't imagine WHY Thing #3 rolled her eyes when I said to her "hey, come look at my spaghetti pictures...they look like an amoeba!" Which lead to the inevitable...dinner was late because mom was photographing it! You know, sometimes it's just okay to play with your food.
My fascination with the spaghetti was the accidental end result of a photo scavenger hunt prompt that had me breaking out in a cold sweat...GEOMETRY!!!
My last encounter with Geometry was in the 10th grade with Mr. Walter Staller. My mind worked overtime in that class...chiefly trying to figure out how it was possible one man could sweat that profusely! The only geometric patterns that kept my attention were his daily God awful combos of plaid polyester pants that he paired with various clashing patterned ties. Mr. Staller did give me a passing grade tho, barely! But I'm pretty sure it was pay off for promising him I wouldn't take another math course...ever.
Fast forward to my freshman year at Penn State when I was informed my toxic relationship with math would continue. This time my tears just didn't work on the professor. I was enrolled in Math 35, aptly named "Mathematics for the Non-Mathematically Inclined Student". We spent the semester figuring out which pocket a billiard ball would go into, related to the angle the ball was hit. FYI, my pleas for help resulted in alot of cursing from the guys who lived on the Engineering floor below me because...they couldn't understand it either! Seriously??!!?? I barely passed THAT class too. But I was DONE with math, or so I thought.
As I was pondering dinner the other night and pulled out the mundane and usually ignored box of spaghetti, a light bulb went off and I started playing with my food. Converging lines and angles...voila! That IS Geometry, isn't it? Mr. Staller would be so proud...if he remembered me at all.
Which also provided me another valuable lesson...math can be beautiful, despite profuse sweating and questionable fashion choices. It only took me a lifetime to notice THAT!