Elementary, my dear Watson.

After that last post, I decided I wanted to post more of my old stuff. Sadly, any of the physical manipulations I did are currently inaccessible (and not nearly as cool via the intar-webs), so the only ones I have are those that I emailed to myself.

Here's a keyboard:

Taken with the same camera, for the same assignment.

My last year of high school, I took the AP 2D Portfolio class. There are two parts of the portfolio, breadth, in which you show off your skillllllz and ability to do different things, and concentration, where you pick a theme and go with it. All of the ones I'm going to be posting are concentration pieces, because all of my breadth was done on film.
They're all pretty basic and not too exciting (and this is the least exciting of all of them), but a post is a post, yes?
Mainly, this is a chance for me to look back at what I was doing back in '05 and '06. Don't judge me.

Old school.

While home, I went on an archeological dig through the boxes of my high school past. I found all my old binders of film and prints and various projects. My intention was to scan all of them, or at least the ones that don't make me cringe when I look at them, but that didn't happen.

This may or may not be one I sent as part of my portfolio. Who knows. It is contrasty and was taken with a digital camera that would be considered a dinosaur by anyone, but I remember the fun I had working on this piece and on the rest of them, and isn't that the important thing? (We'll go with that, yes?)

I miss photo classes. And music classes. I should probably do more of both of those things than I am.

It's a dalmatian plantation!

Title in honor of the fact that this is my 101st post. Please smile and pretend I am clever, even though that may be far from the truth.

I am back on this lovely rock in the middle of the Pacific and appreciate it so much more now that I got my much needed break. Home was great. Beyond great, in fact.
I got to spend time with my family and friends and go adventuring. I tried new things. I shot zombies (...okay, so I shot one, and it was paper, but with real bullets!), I went ice-skating and bowling and paintballing and made cheesecake and baked and decorated cookies with friends I've known since elementary school. I watched movies and read books (FOR FUN) and slept in late and stayed in my pajamas until six in the evening (no really, it was great). I saw Christmas lights galore and missed the New Years Eve fireworks because my absolute lack of any sense of direction rubs off on people who spend too much time around me.
I saw snow. I shoveled snow. I froze. I also watched with delight as that snow melted.
I wore socks every single day. I even wore a coat and gloves. I didn't even mind having to wear a coat and gloves . . . most of the time. And if we want to talk about crazy- I drove a car- that has only happened about four times since I've been out here at school.

Being at school helps me appreciate home. Being at home helps me appreciate school.
There is plenty more to say about that, and lists miles long I could make, but I think that is enough for now.

Now, I'm a couple of weeks into the semester and enjoying classes and working and not being stressed out (we'll see how long that lasts). With my go-to friend back on the mainland awaiting her departure to China, I'm making new friends and doing new things. Lots of new things. Life is good.

This has been enough of a novel. Here's a picture:

This memorial is one of my most favorite-est places close to home. I shot a series here back in high school experimenting with different film speeds and when I got my lenses summer before last this is where I came out to play with them- I might have even posted some of those pictures, but I'm not sure. The two domes you can see in the distance are the Naval Academy chapel and the State House. Lovelylovelylovely.