Please vote! I designed a t-shirt for one of my favorite bands for a contest, and would be ever so grateful for support! Just click the link and connect with either Facebook or Twitter to vote for my design!
My site is officially mobile-friendly (kind of)! I have just redesigned the homepage of my website with plans to redesign just about every other page later on this summer. I am going to go through it with a super critical eye and toss anything that is weighing it down. I have some pretty lofty plans for it after that, and am hoping that everything will get finished.
After much work, my final photography portfolio for the Spring 2012 semester is finished! Take a peek? :)
Week 16 on Flickr.
Theme: How do you get from point A to B?
Here on campus, my main method of transportation is the use of my own two feet (usually adorned with footwear that likely wouldn’t be described as the wisest to wear when trekking to classes). This is a photo of one of my favorite pairs of shoes: brown, wooden wedges that I have worn to the point of near destruction (as evident through this photo). Hopefully they will last until the end of the semester!
The night sky looms over a musty Thursday evening in the city that houses our campus
We pass by little shingled homes, one after another, lights on, lights off
The lighted interiors illuminate clues to the people that inhabit them; messy living rooms, life hiding behind blinds and curtains
Near the darker houses, cars are idly parked, life is in a sleeping state, or perhaps just away
It is an ordinary Thursday night; the feeling of monotony settles in, it is stifling
Flight: desire to leave, to go elsewhere; the longing for something larger, something… else
It is an itch that cannot be scratched; it is the discontentment with remaining stationary for any length of time
It is a sense that where you belong is not here, nor there, but somewhere that you have yet to discover; somewhere you have yet to go
Yet I know that there is no other place to be but here at this point in my life
The stout residence halls, the wise professors, the kindness of my peers, the redeeming warmth of true friendship
But sometimes the feeling just cannot be helped; the feeling to fly, to discover, to experience elsewhere
It can almost be described as a certain loneliness; an incompleteness
By the time the sun rises, and its rays glisten upon the gentle rolling of the campus lake, this will have passed
My feet will again trod the sidewalks of campus, my mind will be enriched by new perspectives, and my heart will not long to be anywhere but here
For now, the feeling may be best described as misplaced
But in a short while, it will doubtless be welcomed as the perfect motivator to move
