a post about photos, the present, and the future

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can you say photo-heavy? sorry about that. last week was my whirlwind college visit trip to baltimore, washington d.c., and new york city. i loved the traveling and seeing new places (okay, only baltimore was new) and the food, and yeah, the colleges. 

the most poignant picture in this post though, has nothing to do with colleges. it's that one from washington with the flags at half mast. for my city. for boston. i was born and raised here- seeing those flags lowered not only in my own town common but almost 450 miles away was something else. like it was really real once i saw that. it's been two weeks and i'm talking about it now because a) i just hadn't gotten around to it before and b) it still feels so surreal and i don't even know what to say. so that's now and that's the front page of my newspaper everyday and the hushed talk everywhere, even two weeks later.

on a much brighter note, in new york we saw annie on broadway and ate incredible italian pastries from cake boss cafe. oh, and b&h photo- i have no words. it has to be the actual north pole, right? 70,000 square feet of cameras and lenses and conveyor belts and $6 viewfinder cushion things (unfortunately that was all i needed there).

also, art schools are really cool. they have dark rooms and mac suites and camera equipment libraries and book libraries designed by tiffany & co. one more year and that's the future, which is scary and ridiculously exciting and intimidating all at the exact same time.

life lately.

wish lanterns, girls nights and takeout, amazing spring sunsets, prom. it's been a good two weeks and i'm happy that i've gotten most of it on camera. i also won three students emmys but i don't have that on camera. however, i did treat prom as my after party. when it rains, it pours, but luckily this is good and crazy rain.

a portrait of wednesday.

"she wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever." -f. scott fitzgerald

i actually had to double check that today was indeed wednesday when i made the post title. wednesday looks like spring sunsets even though the ground is still blanketed in snow. wednesday looks like unfinished instagram walls. wednesday looks like acoustic taylor swift. wednesday looks like sitting in my bedroom with only one lamp on to enjoy all of the above.

on being alive.

on fernweh, carlotta posed this question:

and it really made me think.

-laying in a field of daisies that literally went as far as the eye could see-

-being in the open air five hundred feet above long beach island-

-running through the rain and ducking into a small coffee shop on portobello road-

-tie dying until our hands were purple and our feet were muddy-

-dancing to live reggae music in the tiniest little gallery space-

-plunging into an ice cold river with the sun streaming down-

-that 38 minute flight from new york to boston-

there's something spectacular

that comes out of being alive,

not being the past and not being the future.

there is no past or future.

it's just you and now and here.

my incredibly talented best friend wrote these words for a video project and i can't think of a better way to say it.

longing for summer | reminscing on an adventure [part three]

"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." -John F. Kennedy

there were two days left of summer and we wanted to go sailing. so we did. we ventured to newport, rhode island for the day and rented a sailboat. it was the perfect day for it, too. we cruised past the mansions on the cliffs and pretended that we were about to dock at one of them. afterwards we wandered the cute downtown area and indulged on peanut butter cupcakes.

i like to reminisce because reminiscing is warm and january in new england is not. happy monday.

(ps: should part four be a big giant london post? should there even be a part four?)

longing for summer | reminscing on an adventure [part two]

 

“The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea”-Isak Dinesen

the entire island was underwater following hurricane sandy. thankfully, i spent a few days with my best friends on long beach island in new jersey this summer. it was the jersey shore; it was tacky and hot and expensive. but the sunsets were perfect. the salty water was never too cold. the sand was soft and the soft serve was delicious. we rented beach cruiser bikes and rode five miles to the end of the island and we parasailed and we went to this ice cream place where we had to sing to be served. i'm no snooki, but looking back on it, i could get used to the jersey shore.

(these are all from my point and shoot because apparently i just didn't want to bring my dslr?)

inspired.

sorry for the lack of posts lately, i've been crazy busy with school, but one upside of that is that i was inspired by a poetry project we did. so, as time consuming as it was, some good did come out of the project.