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September 9, 2009

My sister's confirmation - and some thoughts on photography

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When I learned to write, I stopped drawing. I was clearly never interested in creating art; I just wanted to tell stories. Communicating through written words was so much more efficient than creating images.

I've found out that my single favorite thing about my new camera is that I can show people what I'm seeing, not a washed-out copy of what was there a few seconds after I saw something interesting. When technology works, it removes all the excuses. With a faster, more adjustable camera, the only thing left to worry about is finding something to show people.

And while I'm nowhere near being a photographer, acting as one for my sister's confirmation a couple of weekends ago was fun. Not only does being the photographer allow you to walk around during long dinners and get the best seats at all times. The dramatic traditional Norwegian dresses and the soft light from all the pink candles were a challenge to get right - and good practice.

Confirmations are a big deal in Norway, beyond the religious aspect. Traditionally, the ceremony marks the start of adulthood. In fact, we have secular confirmation ceremonies simply to celebrate the growing-up aspect, without the actual "confirmation" part. My sister's ceremony was religious. It was also the first time she got to wear her bunad, or traditional Norwegian dress. My mom, my sisters and I all have bunads from Valdres, but my bunad is a different style than theirs.

In the photo above, my sister is chasing after me between the church and our family's house on the next island over from the church. We lost our driver, and I got the chance to take even more photos of her - until she decided she was tired of my paparazzi tendencies and wanted to steal my camera.

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The Norwegian mafia

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My sister, Jenny, right after her ceremony.

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She's joined the mafia too.

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On important days, it's easy to forget how beautiful our neighborhood is.

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I have a strange kind of love for this photo. It's just so obvious that my dad made a really terrible suggestion just as I took the picture. My sister is clearly all "Dad, I'm an adult now, and this is my day." My mom is really much prettier than this.

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See? Much prettier.

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Everything in life should be pink.

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From left to right: Me, my mom, Midi the dog and Jenny.

Posted by Julie at September 9, 2009 11:23 AM

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When's she coming to my History class?

Posted by: Ingar at September 10, 2009 12:08 AM

Ingar - She just might show up in your class a year from now. We should try to convince her.

Posted by: Julie [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 10, 2009 12:28 AM

Looking forward to meeting her!

Afraid you won't beat your friends from Rygge, though. #4 here now!

Or the Johnsens - #4 graduated last June.

Talk about "Old school tie", eh?

Posted by: Ingar at September 10, 2009 10:05 AM