Candy Hearts

Sorry I haven't posted anything in awhile. It's crunch time here at RIT as we reach the end of winter quarter. Plus I've been pretty ill. A week or so ago I bought a bag of those candy hearts and decided to organize them by saying when I was bored. It came out sort of looking like a bridge. I thought it was cool so I took a few pictures. This is one of them that I edited:





I hope to put some words in the black space and print some out for valentines. I haven't decided on the text yet.

The Darkness (for current lack of a better title) - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Knowing Nothing

Emma had been sitting there watching her sister play with the hem of her doll’s skirt for several hours. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to know what was going on. She had to know if their parents were all right. She got up and smoothed out her shirt.
Lily looked up from her doll and questioned, “Where are you going?”
“Out.” She moved towards the front hallway.
Lily got up to follow her. She said pleadingly, “Please don’t leave me here alone.”
“I’m sure mom and dad –“
The front door opened and two sets of feet came rushing in. They ran into the living room and Lily threw herself on them. “Mom! Dad! You’re home!”
“Yeah, sorry for taking so long sweetheart,” her dad patted her on the head and glanced at Emma, “we got caught in traffic.”
Their mother shot him a look.
“What traffic?” Emma asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“I figured you would have still been out…” He looked at his wife and then at Lily. She nodded back. “Come with me Emma,” he led her out to the back porch.
“Where are they going?” Lily asked as they left. Their mother hushed her and asked about her dolls.
As soon as he shut the sliding door Emma started asking questions. “What’s going on? Why did the power go out? Will it come back on?”
He held up a hand to quiet her down. She stopped, but clenched her teeth in frustration. “Let me start by saying that I don’t know what’s going on. All I know is that shortly after the lights went out, your mother and I found ourselves stuck behind vacant cars. We had to walk home all the way from my office. That’s why we took so long getting back.” He searched his daughter’s eyes for a reaction, but could find none. “I’m sure it’ll come back on soon.”
She stood there for a few moments, not knowing what to make of the information she was just given. “But… why did the power go out? There isn’t a storm coming.”
“Well, sometimes the power goes out even if there isn’t a storm.”
She couldn’t grasp the concept, so she just stood there fidgeting.
After a few minutes her father spoke again, “Well, whatever the reason… your mother and I think it’s best if we stay close to the house until we know more.”
Sometimes adults can be so stupid! How are we going to know more if we stay locked up in our house?
“Any more questions?”
She shook her head no.
“Then let’s go back inside,” he gestured towards the door.

I Think Her Name Is Grace

Another one of those strange short fantasy pieces I've written. Enjoy =]

I Think Her Name Is Grace
She was standing at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the waterfalls below. She was draped in a white gown and her long blond hair was done up in flowers of pinks, yellows, and blues. Her gown caught the wind and twisted about her slender legs. If not for those she would appear to be floating off to an unknown destination.
Music began to play faintly and she slowly turned her head away from the rocky falls. She danced. Her gown twisted and turned about her, loosely mapping her figure. She closed her deep blue eyes and let her feet lead the way. She sped up with the tempo of the music, losing herself in joy. She danced endlessly into the night, letting the stars and the moon watch over her. The music began to fade and so did she. When all that could be heard was the roaring of the waterfalls, she stood at the edge of the cliff once again. She spread her arms wide and soared down, letting the wind take her away.
When the sun rose, she was back, staring down to the darkness below.

Finished Magazine Cover

Still have some contrast issues with the text on the right, but other than that this is pretty much the final product. =]

Missing The Carefree Days of Summer

I've been getting a serious case of cabin fever recently. Especially since it snowed here again last night. Blah. Missing the carefree days of summer. This is a photo I took this past summer of my 4 year-old half sister after running through the sprinkler.



In other news: In under two hours all the first year photo students' triptychs will be going up. I'm really excited to see the work of some of the people outside of my individual class.

Magazine Cover

For our next assignment we have to create a photo with the intention of it being the cover of a magazine (ie. leave space for title of magazine and top stories) This is mine, for a music magazine (haven't really decided which one yet).

Left Behind

I was looking back through my journal and came across this passage. I wrote it for my creative writing class in high school. The prompt was to describe a place in the school. I chose to write about one of the walkways that connected two of the buildings. Enjoy!

Left Behind

The cold air seeped through the cracks between wall and window. It filled the hallway, fogging up the glass that encased it. No heat, no warmth was present. My feet traced out their pattern upon the floor; perhaps someone else would walk this route today, perhaps tomorrow. Would the fog still be there on the windowpanes when he finally did? I didn't know. Stopping, I felt the window drawing me near, an invisible force pushing me forward. Could it be the wind? I didn't know. Everything around me faded as I brought my finger to the frozen glass. It was much colder than I expected, but I didn't mind. I traced my name in the fog, leaving part of myself behind, then left without a word.