Sunday, November 11, 2012

Shooting Outside the Box

Finally had time to digest all the pictures I took last weekend and think about "Shooting Outside the Box". 

By now, most of you have seen these 2 photos I took last weekend.  What I learned from this experience was -- to get a good image, you really need to shoot outside the box!

For the first day (image 1), I stood with many photographers for 2+ hours on that ever-so-famous bridge to shoot the last glow of the Watchman.  The bridge was so crowded that it really couldn't fit any more tripod at the time when we were shooting...  I did not like the composition from that angle, but thought there's got to be something special about the bridge.  Otherwise, why would all the "experienced" photographers stand here???

For the second day, I was determined to find a different angle underneath the bridge and close by the river.  So, during the day, I went to the bridge twice and finally found a way to go down from the bridge to the river bank.  All of a sudden, I saw a whole new world, and that's where I took my shoot of "Last Glow at Watchman".  Enjoy!      


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Shooting for Stars

It's been a long day -- 4:15 AM to 7 PM at Zion National Park.  Still, no photos...  have to process them when I get home tomorrow night.

Got up at 4:15 AM.  To challenge myself and overcome my fear of darkness in mountains and canyons, I left my hotel room around 5:15 AM, drove through the narrow roads surrounded by the DARK, DARK canyons...  I did not have a specific goal for the early morning, just wanted to stay in the dark and look at the mountains and stars to see if I would still be afraid.  The sad truth is -- my fear was still totally in control, so I sat in my car for about 20-30 minutes with the doors securely locked!!

Several photographers came to the same location, parked next to me and went out in the dark to set up their gears for "star shooting".  I finally got the courage to come out of the car to set up my gears...  But it was a little too late, the sky started to light up, and I lost the mystery look of all the stars quickly.

So, I will have to get up early again tomorrow morning to catch my stars!!  Wish me luck.

Yeah, so much in life is about challenging ourselves -- making sure that we can eventually overcome our own fear... not just about darkness, but about all the "unknown" in life.


Sunday, 11/4/12

I kept my promise and got my starry shot!!!


 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Fall 2012 CACCA Competition

I learned today that my image "Eye-to-Eye" was sent to the Chicago Area Camera Club Association (CACCA, the Association of local photography clubs for Illinois, Wisconsin and Indiana) for the Fall 2012 Class A Competition.  It received an Award!!  

"Eye-to-Eye received a score of 24; resulting in an Award.  As additional background for you, out of a total of 59 Class A images, yours made it through all of the elimination rounds to receive one of only 5 Awards in class A."

Monday, October 1, 2012

Photography Club Competition -- Class A

As much as I love my photography "career," the sad truth is -- I have not been able to attend any of my photography club meetings ever since I took the new job in January. 

As you know, my photography club has about 100+ members, and they are divided into 3 levels.  Each year, the winner gets to move up to the higher level.  All new club members automatically get assigned to the lowest level -- Class C.  For the past 2 years, I have been moved from Class C to Class B and finally to Class A this year.  Today is the first competition of this club year, and I am competing in Class A for the first time.


I did not go to the competition, as I have been literally working until now.  Just got a text message from my friend at the club telling that I got 3 Awards out of the 3 photos I submitted for today's competition.  It's pretty amazing, makes me want to cry, as I have really put in a lot of efforts with the limited spare time I have.  With that, please allow me to share with you the 3 award-winning photos!  

Picture 1 = Golden

Picture 2 = Let me see...

Picture 3 = Eye-to-eye



Sunday, September 30, 2012

Poor Man's Full Moon

Only Rudi and Michelle know how much I obsess about the full moon, especially when it comes to the lunar calendar August 15th, which is the Chinese Moon Festival.

Well, today is the day.  So, we went to Navy Pier to find the full moon.  If nothing else, it was purely for sentimental reasons!!  When Michelle was little, we always took her to Navy Pier on Chinese Moon Festival to see the big, orange-red moon jumping out of Lake Michigan.  We would count every minute when the moon creeps out and then go up to the Ferris Wheel to eat moon-cake and watch the lake being colored into silver...

Believe it or not, today was one of the very few days (if not the only day) in recent years when the weather was perfect.  The moon did rise up from the lake.  However, some rich people were getting married at Navy Pier, so they occupied the entire back end of the Pier.  When the moon came out of the water, I was not able to photograph it because of the angle I was limited to...

Anyways, enjoy what poor people can capture, and happy Chinese Moon Festival!!



Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Dr. Michelle Zhang

Boston University School of Medicine
White Coat Ceremony, Class 2016
August 6, 2012
(181 students from 11,780 applicants) 

To become a doctor implicitly places us on the side of those who believe that the world can change.  Every medical act challenges the apparent inevitability of the world as it is and the natural history of illness, disability, and death.  People become physicians to struggle against the weight of human suffering and, thereby, place themselves squarely on the side of those who intervene in the present because they believe the future can be different.

                                                                                                                                Dr. Jonathan Mann
    

I do solemnly swear by whatever I hold most sacred, that:

I will be loyal to the profession of medicine and just and generous to its members;

I will lead my life and practice my art in uprightness and honor;
 
I will do no harm;

Into whatever house I enter it shall be for the good of the sick and the well to the utmost of my powers;

I will hold myself aloof from wrong, from corruption, and from the tempting of others to vice;

I will exercise my Art solely for the cure of my patients and the prevention of disease, and will give no drugs and perform no operation for a criminal purpose, and far less suggest such a thing;

Whatsoever I shall see or hear of the lives of men and women which is not fitting to be spoken, I will keep inviolably secret;

These things I do promise.

In proportion as I am faithful to this oath, may happiness and good repute be ever mine; the opposite if I shall be forsworn.









Saturday, August 4, 2012

Michelle's Personal Statement for Med School


Michelle will start her med school career at Boston University School of Medicine on Monday, 8/6/12.  It’s been a “long” journey leading up to this point, and please allow me to share with you her personal statement.


Personal Statement
By Michelle Zhang
June 2011

In philosophy, we consider epistemological questions about the acquisition of knowledge. How do we procure justified knowledge? How can we assess the truth-value of such knowledge? And the most relevant question to medicine: what do we do when we have reached the outer limits of our knowledge? I volunteered at Sunrise Assisted Living, on the “Reminiscence” floor, which was home to elderly folks with dementia. This world, it seemed, was one that medical knowledge could not touch – despite the relentless research in this field, there is still no way for medicine to bring the mind back to its rightful owner. Joe was small and round-faced, always smiling and oftentimes lucid enough to carry on a conversation. One afternoon, we had been chatting as usual when, for a moment, he paused and very softly confided in me: “I know something’s wrong with me, but I just can’t place it. I know something’s not right.” The moment caught me completely off guard, but I responded with something along the lines of: “We all feel that way sometimes. It’s okay.” I could have told him the truth about his disease; instead, I chose to tell another kind of truth that side-stepped the question, but hopefully provided Joe with what he was desperately seeking. He confided in me not because he necessarily needed answers, but because he was terrified and needed, above all else, a reason not to be. Though, in medicine, we might not have any more answers with which to improve the body, we can nonetheless do everything possible to calm the soul.

The particularly audacious branch of philosophy known as philosophy of mind aims to understand the nature of consciousness, subjectivity, and identity. How is it that we have an experience that is uniquely our own? Medicine extends this question to an even more confounding phenomenon: how do we reconcile this experience that is uniquely our own with the experience of a patient, which is uniquely his own? How do we relate to a patient so that we are seen as a friend and an ally during, perhaps, the bleakest moments of his life? I was stocking linens in one of the rooms in Carle Hospital’s oncology department when I heard the woman in the bed groaning as if in a great deal of pain. “Ma’am,” I said, “are you alright?” It turned out that she was supposed to have surgery that day, and thus had not been allowed to eat or drink anything. She was parched, her lips cracked and dry, and all she wanted was a drink of water. I knew I couldn’t give her that, but I could try to distract her from her discomfort. I sat down next to her and talked to her about cats, a subject of which she was apparently quite fond. I assured her that her surgery would be over before she knew it, and that the fridge would be fully stocked with delicious beverages when she got out. To borrow and augment a few of David Hume’s words: it is important to be a doctor, but amidst all your doctoring, to be still a man. It is essential to relate to others on a basic but fundamental level, and to be able to recognize oneself not as a healer or a savior, but as one human being helping another. 

Political philosophy seeks to understand societal structures that provide the best possible outcome for the greatest number of people. How should we delegate power? How should we distribute property? Working in healthcare, we find that we often face the same questions: how can we distribute our limited resources and personnel in the most effective way, so that the general population receives the best possible healthcare? The Sharewood Project, a free clinic run by Tufts Medical School, is set up at the First Church in Malden every Tuesday evening. Using paneling, wood blocks, and Velcro, we create a crude imitation of a doctor’s office so that individuals who cannot afford a visit to the doctor can still receive healthcare. My job as a volunteer is to triage the incoming patients – take their blood pressure, heart rate, and chief complaint. Though the ailments we deal with are not life-threatening, they cause discomfort and can potentially become serious. Despite our limited resources, we still make every effort to provide our patients with quality care in order to ensure that upon leaving Sharewood, they feel better equipped to manage their conditions. Our patients’ stories teach me about one of the greatest difficulties in medicine today: the lack of proper resources, and the unfortunate consequences that result. Being involved with Sharewood has undermined my confidence in the current healthcare system, but continues to affirm my faith in the power of individuals to confront formidable issues to help others.

The fundamental concerns of medicine, I believe, extend beyond the scope of science. Patient care – for individuals as well as for the population as a whole – requires a kind of understanding that transcends the level of technical knowledge. In my opinion, the questions that have occupied philosophers for centuries are relevant to the overall improvement of the medical field. I carry these questions with me into my pursuit of medicine, and it is this unique perspective that will allow me to gain a thorough understanding of how to provide the best care for my patients.