Day Twelve

I don't get to take very many pictures of live animals. Though I should be happy that I'm not the type of person to take pictures of dead animals...?

Willie was a good subject, if i do say so. He photographs well.

I'll have to try to take some better pictures of Jake, perhaps with a better light source. It's hard though, since the animal is always moving, and with Jake, since his fur is black, all pictures look the same.

Special thanks to Willie for being such a good sport, and good subject.

Day Eleven

Sorry that this post is a little late.

With my Thursdays going from work to class, and on this occasion, to B.'s house, I didn't have much time to take the picture, and upload it in the same go.

I wish I could have gotten a better shot of this, but there wasn't a lot of wiggle room, unfortunately.

I like it though. It reminds me of vanilla.

Day Ten

Time is a funny thing.
In 1991, this bridge was built.
In 1991, I was less than a year old.

The bridge is still there.
I am now here.

The people who built the bridge have had 18 years to continue with their lives, completely disconnected from the girl looking at it.

Save for the bridge that I'm standing on.

Day Nine

So I finally figured out how to use the extended shutter setting on my camera. I had been trying to figure out how to utilize it for a while, but every picture I took with it was completely overexposed.

I think that perhaps the setting has to be mostly dark/at night for it to pick up the motion of the light.

Anyway. This is probably my new favorite part of campus; completely unknown in it's greatness. It's right under the connection between two buildings and the stairs are always in the shadow, cool from the heat. It's super nice.

And the view isn't half bad either.

Day Eight

Well what do you know! I made it a whole week, and I only messed up/missed a post one day...and in my defense, I have some pretty late nights because of my crazy self-inflicted schedule.

Today was the first day of the first Freshman Orientation, and as such I was randomly high-fived by an Evergreen, as well as seeing my own Evergreen from the school year. It's sort of strange to see kids and their parents walking around with those wristbands on (denoting that they are eligible for the wonderful gourmet food that I am denied to on a daily basis), and inquiring in low murmurs, so as to avoid embaressment, about if they knew where such and such building was.

I long for that summer of new things, and anxiety (but the good kind).


I guess I know what Faust felt like when he sold his soul for knowledge. But I sold mine for class credits and $8 an hour.

Same thing, right?

Day Seven

Remember the rabbits that lived in our front yard for that summer?
They were so tiny, and hid everywhere.
Like under leaves.

"I'm a leaf.
You can't see me.
Because I'm a leaf."


Those were wonderful times.

Actually. Do you remember when I was leaving for summer session and we saw a rabbit hiding behind a football and referenced that time?

"I'm a football.
You can't see me.
Because I'm a football."

These are still wonderful times.
Happy Father's Day, Papa.

Day Six

Oh yes. That's right. Not only did I bring crayons with me to college, but I have a whopping 112 of them.

I find it rather sad that after about fifth grade or so, crayons disappear from our school supply list, and they are replaced for the more solid markers, or more convenient colored pencils.
But consider this.

Is there anything closer to your inner child than the smell of a new box of crayons? And I'm talking about Crayola here, kids. No RoseArt or any of that. I don't know what was wrong with them, but they felt wrong, colored wrong, smelled wrong, and tasted-I mean broke wrong.

There was always that one color that was worn down to a nub - usually black, often blue, but always the metallics and the ones with the super long names like 'Macaroni and Cheese' and 'Purple Mountain Majesty.'
I don't care that a dog is brown. This one is bronze. We have the technology.

Day Five

So there I was...minding my own business....


Well, I sort of forced the ladybug onto my book, but that isn't to say that it's not a legitimate picture. Alright. So I staged it! Do you know how hard it is to stage a picture with a moving insect?
Do you? Hmm?

Since Star Wars was shot down as a topic idea, I've decided just to write my Existentialism paper on my man, Dostoyevsky.

I basically have about ten books about him/of his works from the library right now.
I am a fountain of information about a dead Russian guy.
....who suffered from epilepsy.
........and was exiled to Siberia.

...........I'll stop now.

Day Four

So lately I've been attempting to do a crossword puzzle every day.

Every I grab a free paper from the box outside the business school and as I eat my lunch, usually PB&J which takes me five minutes to eat leaving me with 55 minutes to sit.

I'm not very good at them, to be honest.
To date, I've finished one...with help...from the internet....using crossword puzzle help sites.

But seriously. Some of these things don't even make sense.



They are sort of fun though. I admire people who can be successful at them.

Day Three

I meant to go out exploring looking for pictures today.



That didn't quite happen.

I tried taking a few pictures of the resident rabbits, but I couldn't get close enough for a good shot, and it was really too dark to see anything but a shining aqua colored marble in the picture.

I'm a fan of taking pictures in black and white, and even though I sort of regret getting my camera right before they developed the ability to use color accents, I'm still a huge fan of the plain old b and w shots.

I think they are classy.

Cheers for class.

Day Two

Well, I know I'm posting a little late, I mean, it is supposed to be a picture a day, right not post in the morning, and then later again in the evening.

Oops.

Anyway, putting my tardiness aside, let's talk about today's (yesterday's) post, shall we?

The 12 pack of soda that I brought with me to school was bought back during the Olympics, believe it or not (and seriously, it's not like soda goes bad that quickly) and the pack that I have has the logo in Russian.

I thought this would be appropriate for a post where I bring up the shocking fact that...I'm learning Russian. On my own. For the kicks.

Granted, probably not the greatest idea when I still have a semester of Spanish left, and I'll probably start speaking Spanish with a Russian accent. I can't imagine anyone wants to hear that.

Why on earth have I decided such an outrageous thing? Well, for my Existentialism class, I have to do a report on Dostoyevsky, and I had to spend some time in the foreign language section of the library. All of the sudden, there were all of these books, written by Russian authors. I picked a novel out haphazardly, The Train? I think? I'll be sure to make a note later.
Anyway, I opened the book and read a few lines, and even though it has been translated, it was written so beautifully, and very similar to author-ian voices I'm drawn to.

I suppose I also thought it would be fun, to learn a new alphabet, a new language, something that no one else knows.

So I'll see about putting that Russian-to-English dictionary I have at home to use finally.
You know. Once I can read Russian.

Day One

So there I was, at the library returning Star Wars, which as of right now appears to not be an appropriate topic for a Philosophy paper, and I started taking these really edgy pictures of a lamp and clouds, and they looked really sharp.

I thought for sure that one of them would be the picture I chose for today.
....
Surprise! I caught a ride to CVS and lo and behold, in the parking lot was a Tastykake truck.

Now, there used to be a Wonderbread store in town, and I suppose that just the age of this truck reminded me of the trips there to buy fresh bread and gravy mix (Haha) with my mother, and that one fateful year where I had to place an order for about one hundred Twinkies.

More or less.

Simply enough, it made me smile, and think of home. Minus the Maryland license plate that is.

Day Zero

Well, since today is the day I've decided to start this, I really shouldn't have taken a picture.
But I couldn't help it.

I was outside, phone on silent, sitting on a blanket in the shade of a giant tree.
...Studying, to which I would have preferred reading a book I have from the library. But anyway.

Sitting outside and studying has been something that I've been wanting to do since I've gotten here. At home, all I do is sit outside and read, so being cooped up all day in class or in work makes it hard for me.

The entire time I was out there, I was sort of hoping for the sun to align right in between the trees, but a plane flew by too soon. It wasn't what I had hoped for when I sat down with the camera, but I'm rather pleased with it.

And as it turns out, the sun dips behind the right trunk. Haha.

Day Zero

Thinking about it, I really should have picked a better time to start this.

Like the first of the month. Or the first of the year. Or something.

Guess that won't happen though.



It's pretty self explanatory. I used to be a camera fiend, snapping pictures left and right. When I got into college I suppose that I just felt like I was always too busy to bring my camera with me.
This will force me to break out the shutter once more.