Darkening days make for interesting shots. Often times when I needed a place to clear my mind or forget about the day’s blues, I would bike a couple laps around the lake and indulge myself with this view. The sun would slowly sink lower and lower until the infinite glimmering peaks atop the water’s surface would disappear as well. Ducks and geese kept my company (as they feasted on my bread), and I’d sit on the dock until daylight faded to night.
Two years ago I met you and you became a loving friend I could shyly share my scattered words and confused pictures with. You have stuck with me when others abandoned me, and I have gone to you during times of elation as well as desperation. You are the type of friend who never forgets, and I often find so much joy in perusing our past and seeing how far we have come. Two years really changes people, don’t you think? Your looks and my looks have both matured (for the better, I hope), as well as our content and values. Amazing people entered our lives and not-so-amazing people left. We visited many places (you reached over 30 countries!) and had countless new experiences. Yet our friendship continues to blossom with every passing day, and I thank you for growing up with me. I don’t visit you as much as I should, but I promise I will do so more, my friend.
One of the organizations I have gotten involved with is Claremont Colleges Against Cancer (CCAC), and we recently hosted our first big event, the Pinkathon Color Run, to raise money for breast cancer. Breast cancer is the second leading cause of death for women, and it affects 1 in 8 women worldwide.
One of my favorite quotes really sums up the love, optimism, and support I felt during the event: “I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” —Audrey Hepburn
We all know people affected – victims, survivors, family members, friends – so join me this month (and beyond) to help find a cure! ❤
I had a lovely visit to Indiana over fall break, and this is just one of the shots of the gorgeous campus. The seasons are so apparent there, and despite the chilly weather (what can I say? I’m a West Coast girl…), I enjoyed the change of scenery immensely. What struck me the most was the falling leaves that seemed to swirl around me like soaring birds whenever I was outside. They left a crisp, orange blanket atop the grass, and pave the way for the white blanket that is to come in a few weeks.
My writing teacher gave us an assignment to place a frame around anything and to take a picture. I chose to frame a picture of real and fake flowers next to each other. I’ve always really loved flowers, but an issue I always faced was if I had real flowers in the house, I would want fake ones, and if I had fake ones, I’d wish for real ones. I’m unsure of which is better. Fake ones don’t bring bugs or have sharp thorns, and they stay fresh and beautiful forever; however, real ones display the beauty of growth and change, symbolized in the photo by the flower emerging out of the upper right area of the frame, and their ephemeral quality is what makes them valued.
Since I’ve been so busy after coming to school, I haven’t had much time to take pictures. I photographed our school’s coffee house’s opening night for the newspaper, and it was a wonderful time. If you are ever in the area, please come check it out!