Chocolately Delight

Special K. I love this cereal. I eat it twice a day.

Yes.

Verano

My summer was all about moving. I will never forget the day I moved away from my friends,



away from my favorite teachers, away from Ohio. It was on a Thursday. The 30th of July. My birthday.

I'm getting used to being in Chicago again but it's still very difficult.

Showing me a world I never knew

I had Brittany over today. We watched our show. And then we listened to music. And then we talked. We talked of how we love black and white.

Of how her whole room is black and white. Of how I keep my camera in black and white mode.

We discussed of how we love black and white pictures most of all. Of how we love sitting and looking at black and white pictures. Of wishing we were in decades past.

Yes, sometimes the colors are too beautiful not to capture but most of the time, black and white photos are best.

They are simple. Classic. Beautiful. Timeless. Perfection.

There is something about black and white pictures that are just so wonderful. There are really no words for it. You can look at a photo and imagine the colors for yourself. Paint a picture in your mind. Beautiful.

I always think that the color in the pictures will fade. And if there is a fold in the picture, the whole photograph is ruined.

If there is a fold in a black and white photo, it just adds to the beauty of the picture. It makes it that much more of a memory. You feel that not only are you looking in on a specific moment of stolen time, but if you just look at the photograph long enough, hard enough, you could actually be there. Timeless.

The aged black and white photo might not be in the condition you would want it to be, but neither is the memory of the time the picture was taken. Some parts of the memory may be clearer than others. But the feeling you get when you remember, when you look at the picture, is the same. It’s untarnished in its own way. Perfection.

I’m not saying color is unnacceptable, just that sometimes you’ll find, it’s better black and white.

Graduation A new beginning

Adios

Saying goodbye is the tip of the iceberg, change is the glacier. It moves at slow, measured speeds, both leisurely and hazardous, heart wrenching and cathartic, life-altering and quintessential. Saying goodbye is the catalyst for things to come.


Goodbye house.


Goodbye road.



Goodbye home.



Goodbye to the only home Daisy has ever known.


Goodbye to seven years worth of memories.


Goodbye to childhood.



'Goodbye.' 'Adios.' 'Ciao.' 'Au revoir.' 'Shalom.' 'Slan.' Whichever way we say it, it's going to hurt.

I Scream

Ice cream is the world's way of saying 'You are loved'.


My sister got sick about two weeks ago and we thought it was because of the ice cream. We just thought she had a cold.


But it turned out she had pneumonia.




Also, my first idea for this assignment was "I Scream for Ice Cream".

Sundae Post

So I promised Diane I would post the picture she took yesterday. Which she took while we hung out in Katy's car. (Who is now named [Cheese]Burger Mobile? )


It had nothing to do with ice cream, but we did talk about the assignment and ice cream when we were at Katy's dinner party at Pizza Hut. Which was awesome!

We paid for dinner in mostly one dollar bills,


and bought tons of toys from the twenty-five cents machines,


which are now on my wall.



Anyways, that was my random post.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday) KATY!

I hope you check my blog out like you said you would, Diane!

("Do like the Europeans do.")

Amor

Love. What is love really? A verb? A noun? Butterflies in your stomach? A feeling everyone is searching for? Is it that 'can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, world-series kind of stuff'?

I could have been cynical and went on about how Disney movies have given girls wrong expectations about Prince Charming, True Love and Happily Ever After. But I won't. Not today. Maybe some other time.

Love for me will always be music,



writing, reading, drawing,


and photography.



And my family, my friends,




and my Tai. (Not to be confused with a Mai Tai. )



Love. It's whatever you want it to be.

Nieve y Hielo

So these are some pictures I've taken over the past week. I've been on so many walks I'm surprised my hands haven't frozen off. I realized that I don't mind the cold as much if I'm taking pictures. I forget about the temperature and focus completely on getting just the right shot.

I might have posted more pictures that I probably should have but after six or seven walks and 200+ pictures, I really couldn't just choose one or two or even six.

I'm actually going on another walk now. Accompanied by a new playlist on my iPod, my phone and camera. I won't be posting any more pictures, though.






This picture is of the reflection of light on some branches. It was so cold my hand started to shake. A mistake turned into one of my favorite shots.


This is taken on Tuesday night. Just as soon as the ice had settled on top of the snow.


Ice on branches. Streetlight reflection. Kind of spooky.











Reflection of the icicles on the window. The sun had just come out behind the clouds.


In the bigger version of this, you can really see the ice on the trees and wire. Shiny.


Our license plate.




Ice.

*if you click on the pictures, you are redirected to their bigger versions

New Year's Resolution

New Year's Resolutions "are yearly goals we make to ourselves that we never follow through with. Unless these goals involve eating more chocolate and possibly picking up an interesting habit, like knitting or smoking."


Some of mine are:

• Put more effort into school
• Learn to accept what I have no control over
• Get a dog
  
• Memorize the capitals of all 50 states
• Stop losing things
• Stop procrastinating
• Learn how to play guitar and keyboard

The last one is the only one that will actually happen.

Nostalgia

“a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.”

My nostalgia: childhood.

The not having to worry about so many things. No worries other than what game I’d be playing later. No resonsibilities other than having to put my toys away. And “Bills? You mean money? I have enough for some ice cream. That’s good enough for me!” No college, no real problems. Having nap time and recess during school was fantastic.

I used to love swinging on the swings. Always trying to swing higher than the last.

Play-Doh was always messy and whatever I built would fall apart after a while. But the building part was always fun so I never minded much. And Legos! I guess I just like building things.




Coloring! I loved coloring! One of my favorite past times. I actually sat down and colored for a while today. This was the scene in front of me. My trash can tipped over with all my college papers and I thought it was a perfect time for a picture.