Firda Beka, Tree Photographer

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Hi, my name is Fir­da, I’m in my late 30s and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’m jeal­ous of peo­ple younger than me who seem to have every­thing fig­ured out. Great careers. Jobs that pay well. Mak­ing mon­ey doing things they love. Actu­al­ly, I’m not real­ly jeal­ous of the great careers and well-pay­ing jobs. I’m jeal­ous of those who get to make good mon­ey doing things they love and get rec­og­nized for it. It’s like hav­ing it all!

I may not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know what I want to do. I want to make mon­ey tak­ing pret­ty pic­tures of trees and mak­ing sil­ly crea­tures out of scrap fab­ric. It doesn’t even have to be a lot of mon­ey. I’m used to being poor. Hell, I always feel out of place in fan­cy restau­rants (though I sus­pect it’s most­ly due to self-worth/self- esteem issues, thanks to the con­stant put downs while grow­ing up in Indone­sia). But it would be nice to make just enough mon­ey so we can go on a vaca­tion once a year. We haven’t been on a real vaca­tion since 2007.

Do you have a favourite tree? Do you think that a lot of peo­ple have a favourite tree? Do you think peo­ple with a favourite tree would hire a pho­tog­ra­ph­er to pho­to­graph it? I mean, if peo­ple are will­ing to pay pho­tog­ra­phers to pho­to­graph their pets, why won’t they hire one to pho­to­graph their favourite trees? I know what you’re think­ing. Crazy idea. Inge­nious, but crazy, and would require a team of high­ly-moti­vat­ed mar­keters to sell, which I obvi­ous­ly can’t afford. But real­is­ti­cal­ly think­ing aside, it is some­thing that I’d like to do. I love trees. I think they’re pret­ty.

Now the mak­ing sil­ly crea­tures out of scrap fab­ric part of my dream career. It’s tough because all the good, sil­ly crea­ture ideas are already tak­en. Maybe I should con­nect it with the tree-lov­ing side of me so instead of mak­ing sil­ly crea­tures, I make plush trees out of scrap fab­ric. Hey, that could work! The only thing is, would any­one real­ly buy plush trees? Would you? I bet peo­ple would rather buy plush robots than plush trees. I do like plush robots. Maybe make plush trees with a side of robots? Or plush robot­ic trees? Now I’m get­ting too crazy.

This past week­end, my friend Kim, who recent­ly start­ed a blog of her own (go check it out!), sug­gest­ed that I write a chil­dren book illus­trat­ed with my own pho­tos. I like the idea. I could try to write a chil­dren book with char­ac­ters made from scrap fab­ric. Wouldn’t that be cute? Maybe I could start with short sto­ries a la My Milk Toof. Maybe? I just like to be cre­ative. Being cre­ative makes me hap­py. If only I could make good mon­ey out of it. Sigh.

By the way, I came up with an excel­lent mon­ey­mak­ing idea this week­end, which is to sell Strat­ford soil in a vial that can be used as a pen­dant to stu­pid Justin Bieber fans. (If you don’t know it already, Justin Bieber is our town’s export. Sor­ry about that.) But do I real­ly want to rely my earn­ings on Justin Bieber’s pop­u­lar­i­ty? No, not real­ly. Espe­cial­ly since I’m real­ly hop­ing for his pop­u­lar­i­ty to decline very soon.

Did you know that my blog was once named the web’s best home for ideas that nev­er seem to mate­ri­al­ize? Fact!

PS. In case you don’t use a feed read­er to read blogs, I also have a link blog and a cook­ing inspi­ra­tion blog at Tum­blr that you might find inter­est­ing.

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