Wednesday, August 6, 2014

To find the meaning of it

I was fast asleep when my father came into my room two mornings ago to tell me that my town was smothered in a thick fog. Having fallen asleep at 3:00 am, I was not keen to wake up, but fog is something I can never resist. I had to go.
As I enter into my final year of high school I find myself searching for "meaning" and direction. I want to do something, to release something, to learn something.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

From 2012

In two weeks I will be on a plane above the Atlantic Ocean. I will be returning to the country that makes my heart stop (England, I'm coming home).
In preparation for my trip I decided to look through some old files on my computer. I found this one.
From my 2012 road trip throughout west Wales

Monday, July 14, 2014

I have just returned from spending the past few weeks with my family at our summer home. Our days there are passed in glorious slovenly fashion...we sit, we eat, the adults drink, we eat some more, and sometimes (if we're feeling adventurous) we swim. This goes on for several days on repeat. It is a time of laughter, of bickering, of games, and of nostalgia...especially bickering.
I have spent every summer of my life in the halls of this house, in the waters of the river, and it has  become a part of me.
I am a strong believer in slowing life down so that you can appreciate how fast it really goes. We all need places where we can accomplish this, and for me it is in the curious halls of Chicahominy house. 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Mill (June 2014)

About two weeks ago I went on an adventure with my dear friend Zoe. We explored an abandoned mill that has been decaying, crumbling, dying for several years. (Yes, I said dying...I believe that buildings can die when they no longer feel the breath of use).
 The place was magical. The light shone brilliantly into every room, highlighting the peeling pink paper of the walls and the cracking white of the wooden floorboards. Ivy coated the outside of the windows, tinting them in a honey green. 
I needed to go back. I needed to make that magical place come to life again in a photo. I wanted to capture the haunting presence that filled every nook and cranny. 

Photos of the scouting mission:

After considerable planning, the day of the grand shoot finally came. The results were not as I imagined (there were several logistic problems during the shooting process–low light and ill-made head pieces being the two most offensive) but I still had a wonderful time.
I'm coming to understand that it's okay if the the end product of a shoot doesn't work out or resemble what I imagine...sometimes the experience worth more than the result.
Failure should be a pleasure–it is the only way to assure eventual success (or at least this is what I shall tell myself so that I can sleep at night)  

The final photos:

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Early June.

June is such a lovely month! The stress of school is falling from my shoulders in waves just as summer knocks at my door with offers of new adventures.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

May in a nutshell

I am stressed out and going crazy because of AP exams! I'm trying to distract myself with hiking and exploring. 

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

April 2014 (a cut and paste kind of month)

My parents and I tried to force the coming of spring and warmth by eating outside. It didn't quite work.


 The rest of April (hiking, laughing, and baking lemon bars):

 It was William Shakespeare's 450th birthday on April 23 of 2014. My dad and I ordered these cupcakes in celebration. Happy birthday Bill.