Hamer Family 

Since moving into the KCMO area, my exploration of it has been limited, but not to unlimited. Walking through the mass city of KC, can be a little overwhelming… And, I secretly hoped I would be able to capture a family in the urban jungle. I didn’t have to wait or look for long.. Enter the Hamer family! 

I really like this family. I love their charm, hurmor and generosity.  It’s kind of amazing how we all met, one of those through another friend type deal. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

The Saturday morning was perfect, Oddly Correct served up delicious coffee and nothing could go wrong… Except for the small tiny issue of a dead battery and no backup. Thankfully, this small setback was resolved with the help of using their camera. It was way embarrassing, but it didn’t ruin a thing!

Now, let me show you pictures of Matt, Megan, Wren & Moses! With special guest Kathy!





























Cassie Michelle Photography 
Taken: August 19th 2017 | Westport KCMO

Camera: Canon EOS (courtesy of the Hamer’s) 

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Hippie weirdo.

A strange occurrence happened in Kansas, we had a spring! It was a tiny one, granted, but I’m still counting it and yet that didn’t stop the blasted, hateful, annoying, and worst hair stylist trademark of my state… The wind.   Even though a mighty wind was a blowin’, I took any opportunity to go out and walk around a park or find a new one! Literally, I found one, that I’m pretty sure your not to go to.. Ah well, have to find some kind of adventure in Wichita.

On one such walk, I went to a park/disc golf course that is very close to my house. If your not a local, mind your head.. If you are a local,  make sure to know who threw their disc in the most whimsical way possible.  After one hit me square on the head, that seemingly came from the sky, I yelled: “OUCH!” Soon followed by, (thanks to Jeff Goldblum in Life Aquatic): “I’m so pissed, I want to spit.”  All the things I wanted to say soon vanished, when out comes a little boy from behind a tree saying sorry over and over. I couldn’t stay mad, but my head was angry the rest of my walk.  Continuing my little walk through the little path, I took pictures here and there.  While taking a picture of some leafs, a group of high school boys were walking up towards me.  Basically I knew what was going to happen next…

Boy: “Hey you hippie weirdo. What do you think your doing?”

His friends laugh.

I just thought, much like my quote from Life Aquatic, he just took something Louis C.K once said in a joke. So.. Not original.

Me: “Um.. It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it. I have a camera in my hand and I’m taking a picture…How does that exactly make me a ‘hippie weirdo’?”
Boy: “Yeah, well your taking a picture of some dumb leafs.”
Me: “Good come back , man.”

He and his friends laugh, high five and then walk away. It’s adorable.

Here are some of my hippie weirdo photos I took. Hope you enjoy.

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Our moon.

Saturday night, was spent with my friend viewing The Grand Budapest Hotel and eating at Old Chicago. When I got home, I went out and sat on my roof; this has become a very hippie thing for me to do as of late.  Life is weird at times for me, one minute I’m content, the next I’m ready for a change.  I’ve been thinking of possibilities for my future, sadly they just give me a headache.   In the midst of my over thinking, I looked up and saw the moon shining bright.  Taking advantage of it, I hopped back inside, grabbed my camera and begun the longest two hours I’ve ever spent behind a camera.  I tinkered,  kept my patience and finally got a shot of the moon that I’m happy about!

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My hometown.

Last week, I went to take some photos of my hometown’s skyline for a friend. That just led to more photo taking of things I’ve taken many times before. Though I’ve taken the same shots before, It’s kinda cool to see the changes in how I take them now.

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I’m not big on taking pictures of animals.. But I didn’t see this goose, it scared me.

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My Saturday.

The last two days I’ve distracted my over productive mind with a friends wedding and photography. Today it was spent by reading, prayer and Jesus.  I needed that. To say I’m doing okay would be a lie, in fact I’m not doing so good. Would prefer to not go into any details, it’s something that I must hold my head high and whatever the outcome, I MUST trust Jesus has something better in the works for me.  It’s silly, but since I’m a female and burdened with blasted emotions, the way I deal with it is distractions, crying, and ice cream.  That has been my weekend.

But enough of my ramblings… Onward and upward to how I spent my Saturday.  I had no particular place in mind, I just knew that I wanted to go back out into the country to get some shots.  Now, for a time I grew tired of taking pictures of the country because I felt as though that was all I took. Getting back out there, in the middle of nowhere was good, plus the sudden rain fall was an added bonus! I took back roads, going deeper and deeper to the point of getting completely lost.  I did find my way home, but it was tricky… Mainly because small town people are helpful, but can be creepy as well.  Look, I’ve been to small towns… But this town was so small that the gas station I stopped at still had food from 2001, no doors for the stalls in the bathroom.. In fact no door going into the bathroom at all and lastly when I went up to pay for my drink, the guy asked me: “You’re not from here, are you?”  I simply told him no and I had to ask him how he figured that out.  “Your Jeep. People here don’t have black rims.” That actually surprised me.. Considering I was wearing my bright pink pants.

I posted this photo on Instagram and Facebook with the caption: “To go down creepy road… Or not.”

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I did go down that road and I saw the coolest abandoned house ever. For me, a dream! I love old houses lost in nature. I was in the process of walking up to it, when I heard a gun being shot off.  A man came out of nowhere, holding a shotgun and asking what I was doing on his property.  I, as calmly as I could, explained that I was taking pictures and didn’t see a ‘no trespassing’ sign. He told me to walk around the front, I did and that is where I saw his sign…

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I apologized over and over and left as fast as possible.  Even though I was still slightly scared of country folk poppin’ outta bushes, I continued taking pictures. Here is my take on the country I saw yesterday.

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When I finally got off the back roads, and found an old highway to lead me home, I captured more.  Kansas may be flat, but she’s my home and their is beauty within her flat lands.

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And this.. Which is gross.  But, it made for a cool shot.

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I don’t always go to sleep, but when I do, I don’t.

One-thirty in the morning, sleep wasn’t happening… The best time to take some photos.

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Yet.. I’m pretty sure dead bodies lay at the bottom…

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In case you haven’t heard, March Madness is upon us.  Our Wichita State Shockers are the last undefeated team to enter the big dance… My hometown, my state and this is how ICT shows it off. I love this city.  34-0!

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It’s now twenty minutes until three a.m.  Curse you insomnia.

I’m not a vampire.

In my previous post, I said that yesterday was the last day of my February photo challenge, simply because this year is not a leap year.  However, I went ahead with the 29th day because I couldn’t leave the 29th behind or maybe of my OCD or maybe because I like to look at myself in the mirror.  At least this is proof that I’m not a vampire.

I read this quote a year ago and I never thought about our reflection in this way. It didn’t make sense to me at first, but after thinking on it, it’s starting to make sense.  Just another amazing thing about our body and how it works!

When you stand in front of a looking-glass (an ordinary glass or metal mirror), you project an image of your body into the mirror; the mirror reflects the image back. Projection is self-alienation: the image in the mirror isn’t you. People look into mirrors and say: “That’s my face!”, but they’re wrong. It isn’t your face at all, it’s just an image of your face. Scratch the mirror and you don’t feel a thing. The image is alien; it’s not you. But you can recognize yourself in that alien image. This is like taking possession of it. It’s like the mirror stole your face, and now you have to steal it back. You claim the image of your face as your own, even though you still know it isn’t really you. In recognizing your own face, you haven’t compared the true appearance of your face to what appears in the mirror, since you don’t know what your face really looks like. Self-recognition isn’t based on any comparison. In order to make the comparison to gain self-knowledge, you’d have to already have self-knowledge. It’s almost as if you reach into the mirror and grab the mirror image: you have to take it, to appropriate it. You need to make an argument, based on philosophical analysis, that the image in the mirror really resembles your face. Self-recognition is something you have to earn by hard logical work. In self-recognition, you overcome the otherness of the mirror-image. You take back what is yours, which the mirror stole from you. What’s necessary is that there is a difference (projection and self-alienation; the mirror takes your image) and that you overcome this difference (reflection and self-recognition; you take your image back)

-Professor Eric Steinhart

So, once again here is my face. I started this challenge with a selfie, I’m ending it with one… Or five.

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Title: You in a Mirror
Date: 3.1.14
Camera: Canon Rebel T3