Wednesday, November 25, 2009

"...you are like a sunset to me"

This post is future-dated so that it goes up when the date changes (or at least that's my hope). I warn you: this might get kind of sentimental. Read at your own risk.

Today, November 25th, is Doug's birthday. Chances are, you know who he is and what he means to me. He's the McGee to my Abby, the Mary Jane to my Peter Parker, the doughnut to my cupcake.
He's the kind of person I can just lay with and watch the sunset. Or watch the stars. Or watch tv and be completely 'relaxed'. (He's always telling me to relax. It's kind of funny because I can't seem to sit still or shut up but he hasn't given up yet.) He appreciates me for who and what I am. And oh, how I adore him.
He's been my knight in shining armor, the person I cry all over, and the one who tickles me until I can't breathe.
I could go on and on about how he makes me feel but anyone who knows me already knows.

Doug's room sunset

Doug, I know it isn't nice to repeatedly ask you "how it feels to no longer be a teenager anymore" so I won't ask you again. Happy Birthday sweetheart. May tomorrow's sunset be even better than tonight's.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

home is where the gators are

Dear home,
I can't wait to see you. It's almost Thanksgiving and that means I get to sleep in my own bed and explore the familiar territories. This year, I want to go visit the local gators. It's a shame all my babies are up by me. I'd sure like for you to meet them. They can eat the leftover turkey. (I jest. Feeding gators is a BAD idea!) I meant to post more pictures for you but I've been reading all about 'natural resource management' in a Floridian community. In other words, I've been reading about the fight between a town's inhabitants and the Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission as to who should be allowed to catch catfish and hunt gators. See? So many color-coded notes.

Please let me photograph some gators. I need it. And I'm sorry I neglected you. Forgive me?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

he has +6 charisma

sophomore portrait

I considered just posting a teaser and making everyone wait a few days but I couldn't torture myself like that. Doug really does have a pretty decent charisma modifier. It makes me want to spend more time with him, talking and laughing and generally doing rediculous things like stealing each other's chairs. Just strolling around campus in the sunshine with him is enough to banish the graphite grays.

hide-and-go-seek
sunflower statue

He's pretty quirky sometimes, which makes him the perfect match. At the risk of sounding all mushy, I consider myself lucky to find someone who will indulge me and climb on random statues so I can take pictures.

in the spiral
climbing the statue

Truthfully, Doug's charisma isn't the only reason I keep him around. He also has these killer blue eyes that I love love love to photograph.

reflection of affection
Can you blame a girl? I mean, really... I melt.
doe eyes

Doug is really more of a video game person than a "let's go for a walk and take a million pictures" kind of guy, but he tolerates my shutterbug habits pretty well. He strikes a pose, lets me fire off a shot (singular), and tries not to knock my camera around when he tickles me.
rockstar much
I suppose it's a reasonable compromise for me spending my free time watching him play Lord of the Rings Online.

This has gotten much more sappy than I had originally intended. But I suppose that's what happens when I decide to save my favorite photo for last. I suppose I was subconsciously building up to this. It makes me really happy every time I see this:
I heart you
I really want to frame it and hang it on my wall.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

counting sheep sort of put me to sleep

Last night was sort of long because my creativity kicked in around 1am and I got more involved with my post-processing. Of course, as soon as I finished all the sheep photos, I fell asleep. I can only hoping I'm not putting any of my readers to sleep (except maybe my mom, since she stayed up with me while I was working on these).



Naturally, most of these photos look like dreams to me.




fairy tale sheep



I kind of want this one to be my Christmas card (that I'm not mailing out because a. I just showed it to you and b. mailing cards requires me to know people's addresses).

Or maybe this one.


And I would love to put up a collage of these on my wall.






Maybe I'm just easily amused but it looks like Woolsy has a small range of facial expressions.


I was definitely having too much fun with this.

feeling sheepish

I know I promised I'd share something amazing. Well, uh... it's taking longer than I expected. I apparently took 120ish photos of Woolsy, the plush sheep I won in French class. And um... 8 hours of post-processing isn't enough time. Plus, I can't play favorites.

In the mean time, I thought I would at least share why I have so many photos.
stuck sheep diptych
Woolsy is one crazy cutie. He was trying to be a cloud.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

nowhere near professional but somewhere in the garden

Today I was in the butterfly garden, working on a surprise project. Since I had my 70-300mm lens on macro mode anyway... I figured I might as well shoot anything on wings that came close enough to be in focus.

So along comes pooh bee, as I call him. He is big and fluffy and I assume he likes honey. I also managed to catch him mid-flight. His wings did not stop for a second and I'm amazed I had a fast enough shutter speed to capture him.
flight of the bumblebee
flight of the bumblebee 2

I continued wandering along, shooting the super secret sort of macro project when along flew this gorgeous little butterfly.
atala
Be still my heart!
atala
I think I'm in love...
atala
Seriously though, this is one tiny little butterfly. She's so cute when she follows me around.
atala

I hope to have the macro project up on flickr by the time I go to bed tomorrow but who really knows? I noticed while post-processing these that my camera was still at ISO 800 from the stars shoot so uh... grain that is going to drive me insane. See what I mean about not being a pro?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

traveling by Babylon candle

Sometimes when I need to think or be alone, I go for a walk. I just put in my headphones, grab my camera, and go. It helps me to clear my mind or to process through all the thoughts that churn around and around.
stars and trees
Sometimes I just feel so small and meaningless so these walks give me a chance to reevaluate my place in the world.
chasing ghosts
When I look up at the stars, I remember my place in the world. My place is wishing on stars with my camera cradled in my arms.
stars and trees and powerlines
I tend not to travel too far from home when I need to think. I'm not quite up to traveling to Babylon by the light of a candle; I'm not up to chasing a fallen star just to prove that I love.*
stars and powerlines 02
stars and powerlines 01
I've looked at this scene countless times and always wanted to photograph it. Tonight I did. There aren't any shooting stars, nothing mystical or magical about it. This is just a familiar landscape, the stars I wish on and the humming power lines I like to sit under when I need to think.
sign and stars
If Babylon was the ideal city, then I need to keep traveling. But in the mean time, there are signs to lead me home.


*In case this literary references are foreign to anyone, I'm referring to Stardust, one of my favorite novels ever and to a nursery rhyme referenced within the book

Monday, November 9, 2009

"queerer than a clockwork orange"

Once again, this isn't going to be much of a post. I'm rather tired but I had a very interesting moment today.
I spent some time this morning with my roommate and she ate an orange. No big deal, right? I went down to lunch with Doug and when I came back, I saw this.
clockwork orange
clockwork orange 2
You are not seeing things. ┼×elale, in fact, carved the peel from her orange to make gears and assembled a clockwork orange on our living room table. I don't think she actually spoke to me in a Cockney accent but she might as well have. Sometimes I just need to shrug and acknowledge that my life is strange.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

life can be pretty in-tents sometimes

I apologize for the lame title but I couldn't resist. Last night was Enviro Club's In Tents event which meant camping on the rec field. Although I didn't camp out because I'm sick, I certainly wouldn't have missed the opportunity to eat some s'mores.
in tents 01
I mean, come on. We got to make s'mores. S'mores are totally hardcore.
in tents 02
See? Barbara and Al are demonstrating exactly how tough you have to be to be able to go camping. I'm just not tough enough (yet!). Personally, I'm more interested in taking photos than ensuring my own survival.
in tents 03
There were tents. And clouds. And lights. And I got distracted. It was all so pretty.
in tents 04
Besides, it's not like there were any bears around.
This is my life. I make jokes about bears and take pictures of tents on manicured grass. It's pretty much the opposite of intense and I love it. I miss exploring dark, dangerous places filled with alligators and wild boar but really, it's so much safer to stay in suburbia. I need an adventure!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

"I can't see why you'd want me/but I'll believe 'cause it's all I need"

Tad Dreis came to campus tonight to play a show for us. I saw him two years ago and absolutely fell in love with his silliness. Who else would have a song entitled "Good For You"? Or sing about hallucinogenic pear blossoms?
Tad Dreis
I wish I had better words to describe how I feel about Tad Dreis but I'm still fan-girling. I think it's best I just share photos and keep my happy squeaking sounds to myself.

Pretty much, this is how amazing his show was. Everyone packed into the Burrow to watch him play guitar and harmonica and sing.


This was my view for the majority of the show.


And just to complete my fan-girl squealing, here are our eyes.

Yes, I got hugs from Tad himself. And there's (another) signed poster for my wall now, but that's for my eyes only.