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I found myself standing in her ‘shrine’, as I later called it, staring at the photographs, old newspaper clippings and lighting coming from the projector in the ceiling. So this is the real Diane Arbus, I thought to myself. I had just been dragged to the Metropolitan Museum of Art by my parents. They said we were going to see a photography exhibit. We arrived at the big white steps and then proceeded to enter and get our tickets. “So, who is this Diane…whatever?” I asked them. “Diane Arbus. She’s a photographer. She took pictures of all different kinds of people. They each have flaws that she was able to capture in her photographs”, my dad responded.
We entered the gallery. I found myself examining each photograph intently. I was amazed, among many things, at the diversity of them. There were photographs of wealthy families, young boys, poor families, nudist camps, hard laborers, transvestites, dancers, and those who are mentally unstable. While studying these pictures, questions began popping into my head. Who are these people? What are they doing with their lives? Is this how they always act? I walked around the rectangular room and then went into another. This room was darker. Higher on the wall there were more newspaper clippings, photographs, and her ideas. There was a display of her journal, written in illegible cursive. On the wall beside it there was the translation. She had written, “I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn't photograph them.”
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When I walked out of the exhibit, I had this strange sense of completion. I felt as if the exhibit had been an end to something. I also felt a deep sadness. This may have been because Diane Arbus committed suicide later in her life or because the pictures themselves were so deeply emotional. Whatever the reason, today I look back at my visit at the museum and recognize the feelings I am having now with those that I felt then. I stand here before you with terribly mixed emotions. My career here has come to an end. I feel complete, and yet I cannot deny my sadness.
Bank Street has shown me how to ask questions and to see people how they really are. It has taught me to capture things in the world around me and to share my observations with others. While I do not altogether want to move on, a part of me knows I have to. I may be leaving the community, but the skills
Enjoy,
Love Sophie

Most simple woulod be to create a Flickr account for yourself and to use it both for displaying your own photos in general and for uploading photos to this blog. Flickr is very, very easy to use.
Slightly more sophisticated is a very handy little piece of software called Hello. Read the Blogger article about it to get an idea of how it works or just go to Hello's download page. You can read some specifics about it works here.