Sometimes I feel like I need a little LeFou to stand next to me and when I say, "I'm afraid I've been thinking," he could chime in and say, "A dangerous past-time!"
Molly woke me up, needing to go to the bathroom. Liking my carpet un-peed-upon, we went for an early morning ramble through the avenues of time... er. The grass outside our apartment. We come back in and I decide heck, I'm awake, I'm staying awake. So I brush my teeth and see my birth control sitting on the counter.
And I wonder: why do girls take birth control? Why not boys?
The logic seems fairly sound to me. Males are capable of producing babies at any time -- no off days for periods and they only really have one hormone (to my knowledge) that deals with that. Scientific simplicity.
On the other hand, females are capable of producing offspring only during ovulation and then completely incapable of doing so during their periods. So it seems like you would want to get the lady to not be able to have the baby, since her window is so much shorter. But pregnancy happens outside of those times as well and then whose fault is it? Always the woman's.
(This is not to say that pregnancy is always an unwanted thing. But when it is, especially with unmarried couples, the "blame" seems to rest wholly on the female in the relationship. This might be only in my experience -- I dearly hope it is, for it disturbs me. The reasoning seems to go, "Yes, they had sex, but you can't blame the boy for that. Why wasn't she on the pill?")
It seems to me that men are (almost) entirely excluded from the baby-process. They are necessary to become pregnant, yes, but if you break up with your boyfriend after the fatal act, who is still pregnant for 9 months? and goes through labor? and wakes up in the middle of the night to nurse the baby? etc.
It requires a truly magnificent man who wants to be a father to participate in the care of his wife, the pregnancy induced nightmares, the panic of labor, the nightly waking-up routines, the diapering, the pampering, etc. I admire these men, not only because they are wonderful to their wives but because they are so rare.
I've seen enough men who feel frustrated at a pregnancy and would rather break up with their girlfriend or suggest an abortion than go through the miraculous bonding experience that is childbirth and rearing. If he doesn't want the baby, he can break up with her, take her to the abortion clinic himself, and then walk away. He can hide. If she decides to go through with the pregnancy and he breaks up with her, who bears the marks of the pregnancy? Who deals with the societal shaming?
Now, to be fair on this subject, the married couples who accidentally become pregnant are an entirely different story. My ire focuses mainly on teenage/unmarried pregnancies and the ridiculous men that shirk from an adult responsibility that is at least 50% their doing.
So why this antiquated idea that a woman has to be in charge of
everything according to the pregnancy? Yes, it is in her body, but she
was never the only person responsible for getting it there. Yes, women
are naturally nurturers and have instincts to take care of and protect
their young. But why is she the one blamed for unwanted children?
Isn't it his fault just as much?
I have never personally experienced these things, but I have friends who have gone through abortions and WHO does it affect markedly? Not the boyfriend. Never him. He's simply glad to have his slate "wiped clean". But the woman mourns that child instinctively, whether or not she agreed to the abortion in the first place. This subject probably deserves a rant of its own.
I doubt we can change these men. (Though while we're working on cloning, science, can we clone some of those paternal emotions and poison the water supply?) So why not make the man responsible for whether or not the pregnancy occurs?
Is it a basic societal sexism that makes us think that the only person in charge of rearing a child is the woman? We ought to know better by now. Truly strong families have involved parents. (No hating to single parents out there -- you guys are amazing.) But a family with an uninvolved father or uninvolved mother? They almost always fall apart. Why let that start with pregnancy?
Give the men the medication that controls whether or not their body produces its natural hormones. That way, when the pregnancy does happen, the man is the one primarily responsible for it. The woman will do the rest, but let's get some of this responsibility over to him, especially if he's one of those anti-baby people.
Nota bene: I am married, unpregnant, and not planning on becoming pregnant any time soon. I have no personal experience as to the involvement of a man in a pregnancy. I'm not a scientist, nor do I have any idea how a male-birth-control would work. It's an interesting concept, though, and one that I think harks back to some sedentary sexism and woman-blaming that is not only archaic but also harmful.
Also, I have no idea what Peter thinks of this, so don't think I'm representing his feelings here. He's still asleep, lucky man.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Husband FTW
I think I might deserve the Best Evening award, all thanks to Pedro.
Work was mediocre. I slept in too late and didn't realize -- and when I did realize how late I was, I already had one leg shaved and you just don't leave something like that unfinished. Especially not if you wanted to wear skinny jeans. Then my car was out of gas. Then my department chair wanted me to present something I felt underqualified for. All in all, pretty normal.
Zupas with my favourite Emily lightened (and shocked) things up a bit. She told me a horrible (true) story about how I use too many parentheses to make side comments (ok, she didn't tell me, but I do).
Then I went home. Walked the dog. Went to the library. Got Well of Ascension and I am very excited to read it. As you can doubtless tell. Without my parenthetical commentary, this is a very boring blog, neh?
BUT THEN my darling husband came home.
And suggested a date.
And took me to Barnes & Noble.
And made me buy things.
(To be fair, I resisted very little. This is partly because I've learned I can't resist a determined Peter and partly because hello, it's buying books! With someone telling me it's ok!)
He bought 2 boring programming books. He might like them. But I doubt it.
But my books! Oh, my books! A list, you say? Why, alright. If you insist.
Dracula.
Frankenstein. (Say it all German. One more time. Mmmmmhmm!)
My Antonia. Willa! *dramatic sigh*
Uncle Tom's Cabin.
Heart of Darkness & Other Stories by my favorite Joseph Conrad
And and and and
The Awakening & Other Stories by KATE CHOPIN!
Need I tell you that my Grinch heart grew three times?
No, I thought not.
THEN, as if the books weren't enough, Peter took me to the Asian Star. They're a valet-parking Chinese restaurant, yo, with twinkle lights and bamboo partitions and cushy seats and fish tanks and too many conjunctions!
We got egg rolls.
Sushi. (With eel!) (Even Peter's salmon was good!)
Honey Nectar Pork.
Walnut Shrimp (omggggggggg)
Steamed rice in that adorable little bowl with the spoon slot.
And their fortune cookie quoted the Bible to me.
Delight!
So now we're home, Peter is programming (I think... He might be playing a game. Who could blame him? Those books are like 7 lbs each!) and as soon as I'm done with this post, I'm going to do nothing but lie on the couch with my dog, read, and occasionally remind Peter what a good husband he is. By poking him. With my toe.
That's true love for ya, folks.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Kania
I did a photoshoot with Kania G. on Tuesday and it was a ton of fun! We went to the West Jordan City Park and played around with shadows, light, and umbrellas. I saw an adorable photo done by Susan Monson Photography with an umbrella and I wanted to try and replicate the effect. This is my favorite photo of the shoot (and possibly of my life):
Thanks for such a good shoot, Kania!
Thanks for such a good shoot, Kania!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Ester & Thoughts
Let's just be clear about something. I love my niece.
(and sparklers)
We went to Bear Lake for the week of the 4th of July and she and Amy came. She loved the water (once the sun came out) so much that she wanted to drink it. Amy said she does this in the bathtub a lot, so maybe she thought that Bear Lake was just a really big, messy, grassy bathtub. Or she was just curious.
Either way, we ALL cracked up. And because Ester loves making people laugh, she did it again! She thought that was very funny.
Seriously, cutest face ever? Thought so. She thought the grass was pretty nifty, too, even though she didn't try and eat any of it. (Question: do I overuse commas?)
My parents rented a jetski (which is apparently a brand name?) and Sara & Dad took Ester on a quick ride. I love jetskis.
She thought that was pretty much the coolest thing ever. The life jacket didn't really fit... but I think that kind of adds to the adorableness of it.
Now on to the self-indulgent part of this post. I've been thinking about two main things recently: 1) the worlds we inhabit and 2) deserved vacations.
1) The worlds we inhabit. I have a theory that every person inhabits at two worlds: home and other. The size of one determines how big you need the other one to be. Let's say, for argument's sake, that the normal person needs 100% of "world" in order to maintain a relative amount of sanity. If your inside world is large on variety (i.e. lots of people, big house, things to do, lots of distractions, etc.) then that counts as, say 75% of your world. Your outside world, therefore, needs only be 25% large. That is not large! You could go out once or twice a week, even just shopping and to church and you would probably be content.
Same thing goes in reverse: if your outside world is large (i.e. going to college classes, working full time, etc -- where you see lots of people and have lots of interaction with the "outside world") then your inside world doesn't need to be big. If your outside world takes up 80% of your world, you would probably feel cozy inside of a one-bedroom apartment.
The problem arises when your worlds are out of balance -- living in a one-bedroom apartment (20% of a world if you're being generous) and you have a very small outside world. You start to feel crazy. Cabin fever, to quote the Muppets.
2) Deserved vacations. Let's rewind to elementary school. Remember how summer vacation felt amazing and amazingly short? Same thing for middle school, high school. You craved summer vacation. But then... about halfway through July, you started to feel kinda.. well. Bored. At least I did. Maybe you were one of those school-haters who never missed it in the summer. I always felt antsy. Thankfully, that was when girls' camp and family vacation usually happened, so it was enough to tide me over into August.
But it wasn't summer vacation that I loved the most -- it was Winter and Spring break. I craved those breaks and I think it was because I felt like I deserved them. I felt the same way this year while teaching. I needed winter and spring breaks to recharge and I when I relaxed every single day and did nothing but watch Vlogbrothers on youtube I had no guilt. Because I had been working my butt off before that break and I knew I'd go right back to working my butt off after that break. Maybe it's an American phenomenon (I've wondered since I read Eat Pray Love) but I think we appreciate vacations when we feel like we've earned them. Compare getting a day off to having no job. I tell you which one I'd prefer. Retreating into our 20% inside world feels relaxing when your outside world is so big it's almost crushing.
I can't help but feel kind of nostalgic for work and that makes me feel stupid. Everyone tells me how I should be grateful to have a break, "I wish I had a summer off!" but it's.... lonely. I wish we lived closer to Ester. Or that Ester lived close to us. Cause you KNOW that would help.
Conclusion? I need to make a bigger outside world.
(and sparklers)We went to Bear Lake for the week of the 4th of July and she and Amy came. She loved the water (once the sun came out) so much that she wanted to drink it. Amy said she does this in the bathtub a lot, so maybe she thought that Bear Lake was just a really big, messy, grassy bathtub. Or she was just curious.
Either way, we ALL cracked up. And because Ester loves making people laugh, she did it again! She thought that was very funny.
Seriously, cutest face ever? Thought so. She thought the grass was pretty nifty, too, even though she didn't try and eat any of it. (Question: do I overuse commas?)
My parents rented a jetski (which is apparently a brand name?) and Sara & Dad took Ester on a quick ride. I love jetskis.
She thought that was pretty much the coolest thing ever. The life jacket didn't really fit... but I think that kind of adds to the adorableness of it.Now on to the self-indulgent part of this post. I've been thinking about two main things recently: 1) the worlds we inhabit and 2) deserved vacations.
1) The worlds we inhabit. I have a theory that every person inhabits at two worlds: home and other. The size of one determines how big you need the other one to be. Let's say, for argument's sake, that the normal person needs 100% of "world" in order to maintain a relative amount of sanity. If your inside world is large on variety (i.e. lots of people, big house, things to do, lots of distractions, etc.) then that counts as, say 75% of your world. Your outside world, therefore, needs only be 25% large. That is not large! You could go out once or twice a week, even just shopping and to church and you would probably be content.
Same thing goes in reverse: if your outside world is large (i.e. going to college classes, working full time, etc -- where you see lots of people and have lots of interaction with the "outside world") then your inside world doesn't need to be big. If your outside world takes up 80% of your world, you would probably feel cozy inside of a one-bedroom apartment.
The problem arises when your worlds are out of balance -- living in a one-bedroom apartment (20% of a world if you're being generous) and you have a very small outside world. You start to feel crazy. Cabin fever, to quote the Muppets.
2) Deserved vacations. Let's rewind to elementary school. Remember how summer vacation felt amazing and amazingly short? Same thing for middle school, high school. You craved summer vacation. But then... about halfway through July, you started to feel kinda.. well. Bored. At least I did. Maybe you were one of those school-haters who never missed it in the summer. I always felt antsy. Thankfully, that was when girls' camp and family vacation usually happened, so it was enough to tide me over into August.
But it wasn't summer vacation that I loved the most -- it was Winter and Spring break. I craved those breaks and I think it was because I felt like I deserved them. I felt the same way this year while teaching. I needed winter and spring breaks to recharge and I when I relaxed every single day and did nothing but watch Vlogbrothers on youtube I had no guilt. Because I had been working my butt off before that break and I knew I'd go right back to working my butt off after that break. Maybe it's an American phenomenon (I've wondered since I read Eat Pray Love) but I think we appreciate vacations when we feel like we've earned them. Compare getting a day off to having no job. I tell you which one I'd prefer. Retreating into our 20% inside world feels relaxing when your outside world is so big it's almost crushing.
I can't help but feel kind of nostalgic for work and that makes me feel stupid. Everyone tells me how I should be grateful to have a break, "I wish I had a summer off!" but it's.... lonely. I wish we lived closer to Ester. Or that Ester lived close to us. Cause you KNOW that would help.
Conclusion? I need to make a bigger outside world.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Busy Sundays and my first "photo shoot"
Man, yesterday was crazy! We had a lot on our plate and managed to get it all finished, too.
Morning: Breakfast with the Olds extended family. Grandma Olds even flew in from New Hampshire. They were all together for a funeral, which is slightly more depressing, but they were TOGETHER. That family is more scattered than freckles on a sunburned redhead.
So we had breakfast. Then we went to my parents' ward. Then we went to my parents' house. Then Anthony was ordained an Elder (yay!).
That's three generations of Melchizedek Priesthood right there. Cool.
Then I had a mini photo shoot with Sara!
I think she's beautiful. We set up a photo shoot with a bunch of her friends so I can get more pictures for a "portfolio". Let's just leave that in quotes. :)
Then Nathan came in and let me take pictures of his handsome face.
Seriously, that boy's a stunner. But we're all kind of incomplete without our darling Max dog.
He's a good dog and we sure like him! Even Ester. She follows him around saying, "Dah! Dah! Dah! Dah!" and occasionally making, "Oof, oof!" noises. Peter caught her copying Max in this picture.
She's such a cutie and getting so big! Grandma and Grandpa Woodbury came over for Anthony's ordination, so we were able to get a picture of Ester, Grandma Fillmore, and Great-grandparents Woodbury. Sometimes it's really weird to me that Ester would see them as great-grandparents. Imagining my mom as a grandma isn't weird, though. Which I suppose... is weird. haha.
Then Amy and I made homemade chicken noodle soup. Mom made the noodles, but she had to leave, so we finished. Then we made oatmeal cake for Anthony's birthday (he's 18!). Then parents and Nathan got home and we ate said dinner and cake. Then I drove Amy up to Logan and Peter came and picked me up.
Needless to say, we were out of the house for a long, long time and came back pretty tired.
But while I was driving Amy up and Peter was giving us a head start (let's be real here, he gets places at least a half hour before I do), Peter was cleaning the house.
This is my "I love my husband" face. :) He made the bed (complete with folded-down comforter and sheets!), cleaned the sink, washed the mirror and did some other things he won't tell me. What an adorable man!!
The moral of this post is that I love being married and I particularly love being married to Peter. <3
Morning: Breakfast with the Olds extended family. Grandma Olds even flew in from New Hampshire. They were all together for a funeral, which is slightly more depressing, but they were TOGETHER. That family is more scattered than freckles on a sunburned redhead.
So we had breakfast. Then we went to my parents' ward. Then we went to my parents' house. Then Anthony was ordained an Elder (yay!).
That's three generations of Melchizedek Priesthood right there. Cool.
Then I had a mini photo shoot with Sara!
I think she's beautiful. We set up a photo shoot with a bunch of her friends so I can get more pictures for a "portfolio". Let's just leave that in quotes. :)Then Nathan came in and let me take pictures of his handsome face.
Seriously, that boy's a stunner. But we're all kind of incomplete without our darling Max dog.
He's a good dog and we sure like him! Even Ester. She follows him around saying, "Dah! Dah! Dah! Dah!" and occasionally making, "Oof, oof!" noises. Peter caught her copying Max in this picture.
She's such a cutie and getting so big! Grandma and Grandpa Woodbury came over for Anthony's ordination, so we were able to get a picture of Ester, Grandma Fillmore, and Great-grandparents Woodbury. Sometimes it's really weird to me that Ester would see them as great-grandparents. Imagining my mom as a grandma isn't weird, though. Which I suppose... is weird. haha.
Then Amy and I made homemade chicken noodle soup. Mom made the noodles, but she had to leave, so we finished. Then we made oatmeal cake for Anthony's birthday (he's 18!). Then parents and Nathan got home and we ate said dinner and cake. Then I drove Amy up to Logan and Peter came and picked me up.
Needless to say, we were out of the house for a long, long time and came back pretty tired.
But while I was driving Amy up and Peter was giving us a head start (let's be real here, he gets places at least a half hour before I do), Peter was cleaning the house.
This is my "I love my husband" face. :) He made the bed (complete with folded-down comforter and sheets!), cleaned the sink, washed the mirror and did some other things he won't tell me. What an adorable man!!
The moral of this post is that I love being married and I particularly love being married to Peter. <3
Monday, June 20, 2011
Date to Timpanogos
This weekend, we drove up Timpanogos canyon and took some pictures. I like going on dates where the main objective is to take pictures. :)
Bella, no?
We saw some cute little critters! We drove up a crazy dirt road and saw some amazing mountain scenery:
Beautiful! I love the mountains. My brother-in-law is very careful in his pronunciation of that word.. it makes me smile. He says it mountain. None of this Utah soft-T thing, nosirree.
It kind of makes me sad when people carve their names into trees. It reminds me of Fern Gully every time I see one. Only not that specific clip. The "Can't you feel its pain?" part.
The name is Batty, the logic is erratic... :)
Here it is! Go to 8:20 or so and laugh with me.
Peter took this one and then started singing Lady Gaga.
He's on the edge of glory! The edge of glory also happens to be the edge of a river that is very, very cold. He slipped after a few minutes and his legs went super numb. And he was already wet, so why not get into the lake?
This is Silver Lake! I think it's probably 40 degrees in there. Brr. Obviously, I was not enticed to enter.
It was sure pretty, though! And then...... the raccoon!
As we're driving along, we see something on the edge of the road. We stopped the car when we saw it was a raccoon! And not a big raccoon, either -- it was a baby! I took a bazillion pictures and then it crawled out into the road. And under our car. I got out to try and scoot it away and it just crawled further under. It took a little bit, but we finally got him out. I was kind of worried about him not having a mom to teach him that cars are bad. But, what do you do?
Anyway. I'm going to go and finish the laundry and eat lunch. Also, watch more Avatar.
xo -- eo
Bella, no?
We saw some cute little critters! We drove up a crazy dirt road and saw some amazing mountain scenery:
Beautiful! I love the mountains. My brother-in-law is very careful in his pronunciation of that word.. it makes me smile. He says it mountain. None of this Utah soft-T thing, nosirree.
It kind of makes me sad when people carve their names into trees. It reminds me of Fern Gully every time I see one. Only not that specific clip. The "Can't you feel its pain?" part.The name is Batty, the logic is erratic... :)
Here it is! Go to 8:20 or so and laugh with me.
Peter took this one and then started singing Lady Gaga.
He's on the edge of glory! The edge of glory also happens to be the edge of a river that is very, very cold. He slipped after a few minutes and his legs went super numb. And he was already wet, so why not get into the lake?
This is Silver Lake! I think it's probably 40 degrees in there. Brr. Obviously, I was not enticed to enter.
It was sure pretty, though! And then...... the raccoon!
As we're driving along, we see something on the edge of the road. We stopped the car when we saw it was a raccoon! And not a big raccoon, either -- it was a baby! I took a bazillion pictures and then it crawled out into the road. And under our car. I got out to try and scoot it away and it just crawled further under. It took a little bit, but we finally got him out. I was kind of worried about him not having a mom to teach him that cars are bad. But, what do you do?Anyway. I'm going to go and finish the laundry and eat lunch. Also, watch more Avatar.
xo -- eo
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Bokeh
Some of you have asked what bokeh is... so I'm going to show you!
Admittedly, I'm not an expert on this, so I'll send you to someone who actually knows what she's talking about first. :) Here's a really good explanation of bokeh and some amazing bokeh pictures. The Pioneer Woman is easily my favorite blogger ever.
Okay, so now for the inexpert explanation! Basically with a camera lens, there's a little hole that lets in the light. This is the aperture. The bigger you make the aperture, the fuzzier the background is. It lets you focus really well on your main subject and separates them from the stuff behind them (aka "depth of field"). So, basically, bokeh is just when the background fuzzes into beautiful little bubbles of color.
Like this!
This is bokeh by itself. Obviously, you wouldn't want to hang that up in your living room -- bokeh exists to showcase things, objects, foregrounds... otherwise it just kind of looks like you got the wrong glasses prescription.
All I did with these was manually adjust the focus on my lens. Twist until fuzzy, then click. If you have a point-and-shoot, you can achieve a similar effect by using the macro function, getting your camera to focus on something up close (hold the button down halfway until a green light appears) and then move the camera and look at something else before you click it. It basically does the same thing.
There's the same-ish picture in focus. The horse moved. Darn horse.
Obviously, that's a boring foreground.. but for the sake of bokeh, it's nice. See how the background isn't just fuzzy, it's almost bubbly? That's bokeh.
Again with the awful foreground (really should have picked something that was a different color than the background) but I LOVE the bokeh in this one! The light and the green played really nicely together.
Weird focus, but love the bokeh. Are you noticing how different colors make it look better? The more variation you have in the background (with light, of course) the more interesting the bokeh is.
Last grass bokeh, promise. I like how the bokeh isn't quite circular on parts of this. The lighter foreground on the darker background also makes the focus pop (haha, good job, self!). But, but, see how the bokeh isn't as intense in this one as in the last one? That's cause this one is directly in the sun, while in the previous one the sun was at a different angle. Lesson learned: move around a lot.
I go back and forth with this one. It isn't quite bokeh, but I like it anyway. Do you see how the flowers that are in "focus" (I know it's blurry) look further away from the fuzzy background? That's why we use the bigger aperture. Fuzziness and distance.
While the bokeh isn't as intense in this one, it still achieves the desired effect: puts the focus directly on the subject (in this case, the pretty purple flowers) and puts "distance" between the background and the foreground.
That, in a nutshell, is bokeh! Make more sense now?
Now go out and take pictures! Make bokeh! Then show them to me! (really, if you have bokeh pictures, I want to see them. We could start a facebook group for bokeh-addicts.)
xo -- eo
Admittedly, I'm not an expert on this, so I'll send you to someone who actually knows what she's talking about first. :) Here's a really good explanation of bokeh and some amazing bokeh pictures. The Pioneer Woman is easily my favorite blogger ever.
Okay, so now for the inexpert explanation! Basically with a camera lens, there's a little hole that lets in the light. This is the aperture. The bigger you make the aperture, the fuzzier the background is. It lets you focus really well on your main subject and separates them from the stuff behind them (aka "depth of field"). So, basically, bokeh is just when the background fuzzes into beautiful little bubbles of color.
Like this!
This is bokeh by itself. Obviously, you wouldn't want to hang that up in your living room -- bokeh exists to showcase things, objects, foregrounds... otherwise it just kind of looks like you got the wrong glasses prescription.
All I did with these was manually adjust the focus on my lens. Twist until fuzzy, then click. If you have a point-and-shoot, you can achieve a similar effect by using the macro function, getting your camera to focus on something up close (hold the button down halfway until a green light appears) and then move the camera and look at something else before you click it. It basically does the same thing.
There's the same-ish picture in focus. The horse moved. Darn horse.
Obviously, that's a boring foreground.. but for the sake of bokeh, it's nice. See how the background isn't just fuzzy, it's almost bubbly? That's bokeh.
Again with the awful foreground (really should have picked something that was a different color than the background) but I LOVE the bokeh in this one! The light and the green played really nicely together.
Weird focus, but love the bokeh. Are you noticing how different colors make it look better? The more variation you have in the background (with light, of course) the more interesting the bokeh is.
Last grass bokeh, promise. I like how the bokeh isn't quite circular on parts of this. The lighter foreground on the darker background also makes the focus pop (haha, good job, self!). But, but, see how the bokeh isn't as intense in this one as in the last one? That's cause this one is directly in the sun, while in the previous one the sun was at a different angle. Lesson learned: move around a lot.
I go back and forth with this one. It isn't quite bokeh, but I like it anyway. Do you see how the flowers that are in "focus" (I know it's blurry) look further away from the fuzzy background? That's why we use the bigger aperture. Fuzziness and distance.
While the bokeh isn't as intense in this one, it still achieves the desired effect: puts the focus directly on the subject (in this case, the pretty purple flowers) and puts "distance" between the background and the foreground.That, in a nutshell, is bokeh! Make more sense now?
Now go out and take pictures! Make bokeh! Then show them to me! (really, if you have bokeh pictures, I want to see them. We could start a facebook group for bokeh-addicts.)
xo -- eo
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