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Intro to my final photo project

I’ve been calling it “road trip still lifes” but it’s sort of evolved to I’m not sure what yet. I’m trying to express the confinement and boredom and general atmosphere felt on a long road trip with friends. And for some reason I like squares right now.

I took these over the weekend on a rip to Gainesville with Christopher, Evan, and Greg.


Introducing: Stevesie Hillbee

I introduce to you, world, Stevesie Hillbee. My cat. (Well, Christopher’s and my cat. Hence the meshing of our last names.) He’s now 11 weeks old and next week we can start putting flea medicine prevention stuff on him! Yay. He’s an asshole but also a sweet boy. He was my roommate’s cat; she got him at 4 weeks and changed her mind at 5, but Christopher and I couldn’t bear to see him go. So we took joint custody and relocated him to his house. He gets a LOT of love at Diyno. And he’s getting so big!

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Funk Buddies ‘010

So this is a little belated.

I decided at the last minute to go with Christopher, Danny, and Bob to Atlanta for a weekend bike polo tournament. This was the weekend of  October 10th. I thought it would be really boring just watching them play polo all weekend but it ended up being a lot of fun. It was cramped with all of us in Christopher’s tiny Tercel with 4 bikes on the back and an extra wheel set inside the car. And everyone’s shit. But we made it work. I’m really grateful everyone put up with me taking up the precious extra space they would have had because, of course, I didn’t play polo. It was an uneventful drive other than the fact that it took us about 2 hours to get from Diyno (Christopher’s house) to the FL/GA border which is actually 10 minutes away. You know, stops to pick up the guys, wait for them to pack, load up bikes and stuff into the trunk that the bikes were attached to (not easy), food, gas, stopping again after we realize the wheel covers are blocking our brake lights and turn signals. You know. We stayed at Christopher’s parents house which was awesome because I love visiting there. And they are AWESOME picnic packers. They seriously know what they’re doing.

I took a lot of pictures. Evan let me borrow his enormous telephoto lens for my digital camera and I had to shoot 3 rolls of film for class.

So voila. Film first and then digital:

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And that’s not nearly all of them.


Self Portrait

I’m sitting now in FAB 310, the photo computer lab at school, working on my first photography project this semester. It’s a self portrait series. It’s 4:45 now and I’ve been here since 12:30 so here’s the progress I’ve made so far (there will be 6 total, more to come later!):

Update, 5:38:

Update, next day:


MF madness

<whisper>I’m in class right now. Photography. I’m a genius and I know everything already so I don’t need to pay attention right now. I got my first MF roll (shot via Holga) processed today and I just scanned the first frame that wasn’t over-exposed into infinity. Voila! More to come later.</whisper>

Later on…

Obviously I didn’t take that last one. It is me. I think Jess took it.


Moving, painting

I’m currently in the process of moving out of the apartment and into this great house near campus. I love having the chance to reoroganize, re-evaluate, redo everything, it’s a fresh start. I get antsy in the same place for too long. When I was younger, since the decision to move from house to house was out of my hands, to satisfy my need to redo, I would rearrange the furniture in my bedroom at least once a year, sometimes more. I mean young, too, like 7 or 8 years old. By myself in my bedroom moving my bunk bed and giant desk across the room to switch  positions. And never a lot of space to navigate, let me tell you. Anyway.

Unfortunately, this room is probably the smallest I’ve ever lived in (except of course the first dorm I lived in…rotten place) and the AC vent is on the floor AND the closet door and main door are on one of the long walls. What I mean is that the way the furniture is now is the only doable configuration. Poo.

I painted the walls! Normally I go for bright ass colors like my briightt red-orange room at my parents’ house. But instead I chose light gray (Platinum Ring) for three walls and a turquoise color (Beach Toy) for an accent. I don’t know what I was thinking with the turquoise, though, it was just awful. Very juvenile. I was going for that Bianchi seafoamy green. But I missed. So instead of choosing another color, I made a geometric pattern (all triangles) out of masking tape and then painted over with left over gray.

Voila, et des autres.


Matey

These are some pictures I took of Caity (or Matey) in St. Augustine when I visited her for her birthday. They are also in an album on my flickr, but I re-edited them to better suit my feelings for them/her.Caity on the Beach 1Caity on the Beach 2

Caity and I met on the first day of 6th grade in Mrs. Jones’s “flight” class (aka homeroom), and ended up going to the same high school so she’s my oldest remaining friend. We had some awesome times and still do when we see each other on rare occasions. She’s the kind of person that makes anything fun or amusing, doesn’t take anything too seriously, makes things happen as opposed to waiting around for opportunities, and is almost always upbeat and positive. I really miss having people like her around. Mrs. Outdoors is currently counseling at Camp Merrie Woode in N. Carolina for her second summer and loves it, apparently. That’s what she says anyway, but I know the truth is she cries herself to sleep every night because she misses me so much. Keeding! Other than that we don’t see each other (I really thought “eachother” was one word… wtf spell check?) much anymore because she’s at school in St. Auggie and I’m in school in Tallahassee. Not so bad, though, because she likes driving long distances (weirdo) and St. Auggie is nearby my parents’ house in Jacksonville! Double hoorah with knobs.

Anyway, I’m writing this friend tribute thing I guess because I’ve just realized recently how rarely two people befriend each other and really get each other, how rare great friends are. And I miss her. So I’ll be making out tributes to my handful of old friends that I really miss from now on. This friend in particular, though, is a really great example to growing girls that you can be a history nerd, video gamer, LOTR buff, camp-lover, non-shit talker, non-slut, and still be voted Most Attractive.