Hanging out with Mary Campbell is one of the great things about being back in Seattle; she is a wonderful person and a gifted photographer. We embarked on a little trip to Discovery Park this weekend as the sun set. She took some pictures.
I think all of the pictures of me on this website were taken by her at one time or another. But, surprise surprise, her talents extend beyond taking pictures of me. She brings her camera where’er she roams to capture the instant, resulting in photographs ranging from awe-inspiring land and seascapes to intimate portraits that embody her subject’s spirit. All of her pictures are instilled with a sense of adventure that arises not only from her subjects but from her very soul.
For your enjoyment, some recent photos from her tumblr blog:
Much love to the Soup.
A collection of images from the last week of my sophomore year at SPU. All of these were edited with the recently updated VSCOcam app—perhaps the best photo editing app there is (that I have seen).
The study of Dr. Priscilla Pope-Levison, the wonderful woman whom I have had the opportunity to work for this year.
Grace and Kitten.
The sunset as seen from the Ballard bridge.
Maddie and myself, passed out from the intense wonder of Stumptown Cold Brew Coffee.
Myself, in a nest of thriftables, fresh from the dorms. My last day with the beautiful people of Hill Hall.
Written for my Dostoevsky class.
Thanks to the amazing Mary Campbell for these two pictures.
Her work can be found all over my blog.
Her own blog can be found here.
In my careless free fall into annoying amateur iPhone photography, I’ve stumbled across a new app called Plastica. It attempts to replicate the photographs of plastic cameras, something I know nothing about. Here are some pictures from the last couple of days:
my living room
ice on the beach of South Haven
me, on the beach of South Haven
Colorado, as seen from a plane
I’ve been thinking how I should follow up my last post. I’ll keep thinking about that. But in the mean time, here is a picture taken from one of my favorite places on earth, Kerry Park.
I’ll be staying here over the summer to work at SPU and intern at IMAGE journal. I am pleased.
In an earlier post, I made a passing reference to a comic series I tried to begin when I was… 8? 9? 17?
A long time ago.
I went through several obsessions back in my single digits. Geography/maps; Greek/Roman mythology (also a couple brief affairs with Norse and Tiki myths); magic tricks; cartooning; Crazy Bones. For journalistic integrity, I should say that the last three of those aren’t necessarily in chronological order.
Posted below is the epitome of my cartooning phase. The pièce de résistance, if you will—and it’s my blog, so you better will! This comic is also a survivor of the Tragic Rainfall on Cartooning Folder as well as the Regrettable Basement Flood of ’07. After the TRoCF I moved many of my cartoons into a plastic accordion-style portfolio. The portfolio has many sections, including “Villains,” “Paper! paper!,” and “Other Artists.” This comic was found in “Ready to Sell.”
I hope you find it amusing.
The college search is hard for many people. Some lucky duckers know what they want to do and where they want to do it, only apply to that place, get accepted and attend. Others, like myself, have a vague sense of what they’d like to study and maybe a lead on a school they could be interested in. I thought that I’d like to study one of the liberal arts and I applied to eleven or twelve schools. Halfway through application season (January or so), I switched my intended major to music.
Some of my Christian friends have a strong sense of God’s will for their lives. Whether they use the phrase or not, you can tell they know—or at least think they know—which school God wants them to attend, what career God has prepared for them, etc. “God has a plan for you, and that is so beautiful and exciting!” This sort of language, although well-intended and true, confused me during my college search, and still does. The idea of ‘God’s plan’ wasn’t very comforting either, because I thought that it meant I had a one in twelve chance at choosing the Right School, and a similar chance at choosing the Right Major. There was a lot at stake and I didn’t want to screw my life up.
All right, close your eyes. Raise your hand if you think that sounds ridiculous and a little melodramatic. I see many hands in the air, belonging to agnostics, atheists, and believers alike. Oops, I raised my hand, too. Ok, hands down, hands down.
I still don’t understand the concept of God’s will, although I’ve learned that it involves a lot more freedom than I had previously thought. But I couldn’t see that in my senior year of high school. The fear that I could permanently remove myself from the Right Trajectory of Life added to my depression and anxiety, and was the cause of a couple panic attacks. I didn’t speak to anyone about this because I felt alone. Who would listen? Continue reading