Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
just for now.
I feel as though it's been a while since I've taken significant photos. I get antsy, depressed and anxious the longer I go without my camera.
Sometimes, when I don't have my real camera, I've got my phone. Thought I would share some random phone photos taken with my crappy VENUS over the last year.
This was taken at the "future of journalism forum". In my mind, this captures what everyone was feeling.
Ten points if you can name this lobby. Hint: They are reading its newspaper.
Sometimes, when I don't have my real camera, I've got my phone. Thought I would share some random phone photos taken with my crappy VENUS over the last year.
This was taken at the "future of journalism forum". In my mind, this captures what everyone was feeling.
Ten points if you can name this lobby. Hint: They are reading its newspaper.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
the eye of the storm
I've been dreaming again. Dreaming of the apocalypse, dreaming of perfect light.
Dreaming of flying again.
A giant butterfly began hatching out of its cocoon, spreading its silky soft wings for the first time. I watched anxiously, aware of the catching wind as a storm began to gain momentum around us. Dust, leaves and pebbles flew through the air but out came the second wing, stretching gently and so delicately. I cried out, trying to discourage it from flying but it stretched its new wings anyway and plunged into the howling wind. There it floated for a mere second that seemed to last an eternity. The miracle of its beauty, grace, and fragile existence exploded into the air and soared for an instant before it came crashing down to the cold pavement below. I stood over its beaten down body. The once glorious orange-patterned wings lay limp, heavy with dirt and debris like a halo around the creature. I once again cried out, knowing that it would not last long on the ground–already I saw colonies of ants marching toward the body. And the storm seemed to be upon us, the wind whipped my hair across my face, the sky had become dark like early night and yet I stood there helpless and watched as the column of ants made their way towards the last bit of color left in the eye of the storm.
Three photos today from three different situations:
Dreaming of flying again.
A giant butterfly began hatching out of its cocoon, spreading its silky soft wings for the first time. I watched anxiously, aware of the catching wind as a storm began to gain momentum around us. Dust, leaves and pebbles flew through the air but out came the second wing, stretching gently and so delicately. I cried out, trying to discourage it from flying but it stretched its new wings anyway and plunged into the howling wind. There it floated for a mere second that seemed to last an eternity. The miracle of its beauty, grace, and fragile existence exploded into the air and soared for an instant before it came crashing down to the cold pavement below. I stood over its beaten down body. The once glorious orange-patterned wings lay limp, heavy with dirt and debris like a halo around the creature. I once again cried out, knowing that it would not last long on the ground–already I saw colonies of ants marching toward the body. And the storm seemed to be upon us, the wind whipped my hair across my face, the sky had become dark like early night and yet I stood there helpless and watched as the column of ants made their way towards the last bit of color left in the eye of the storm.
Three photos today from three different situations:
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Shoe shiner
In our multimedia class we recently had an assignment titled "love".
This is what I created for it:
This is what I created for it:
Thursday, October 1, 2009
scattered
Suddenly it's October.
So far this fall has been a whirlwind. I've significantly slacked off in school yet I've learned more in the last few months about myself and my field than I learned in two years at Knox. The apartment is a blessing and a curse. It's nice to have a place of my own but it comes with the stress of not feeling particularly safe and always having something broken down.
My sister continues to fight the good fight and battle unemployment along with her friend and our apt-mate Brian. Right now it's Natalie, Brian me and Spanky. Spanky, who is half lab half chihuahua, makes life better.
I continue to take photos and search for inspiration. It's hard to keep yourself burning at the same level of intensity for so long. I don't sleep much and when I do I dream of flying away.
Brian rubbing his tired eyes after coming home today and announcing he quit his recently-acquired job because they refused to give him Sundays off.
Natalie soaking up a beautiful fall afternoon.
So far this fall has been a whirlwind. I've significantly slacked off in school yet I've learned more in the last few months about myself and my field than I learned in two years at Knox. The apartment is a blessing and a curse. It's nice to have a place of my own but it comes with the stress of not feeling particularly safe and always having something broken down.
My sister continues to fight the good fight and battle unemployment along with her friend and our apt-mate Brian. Right now it's Natalie, Brian me and Spanky. Spanky, who is half lab half chihuahua, makes life better.
I continue to take photos and search for inspiration. It's hard to keep yourself burning at the same level of intensity for so long. I don't sleep much and when I do I dream of flying away.
Brian rubbing his tired eyes after coming home today and announcing he quit his recently-acquired job because they refused to give him Sundays off.
Natalie soaking up a beautiful fall afternoon.
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