While the leaves have not been the most spectacular this year, there are still some very pretty trees around. This is a Norway Maple that had turned a beautiful solid yellow and when you looked up the branches contrasted perfectly.
Another day of photography class and today we got to use the studio. We set up the seamless and got some tota lights out. And we started shooting portraits. Sometimes it can be hard to shoot in class, because there are ten other people all trying to get a shot. Today was a little hard but I was able to slip in every now and then and snag a couple of shots. Emily was our model today and I was able to grab this shot.
Oh Ben…..he’s so handsome. Yet a pain in the ass. I love him so much as I adopted him almost a year after Jordan passed, on Jordan’s first birthday without us.
His name was Desoto at the Humane Society. I changed it to Ben for unknown reasons, though I have to clarify Ben is my cat and NOT a guy when telling stories. He had been there for a bit prior to me adopting him. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into. They say ‘all black’ cats have the most personality. Truth. He goes out with the dogs. He’s as smart as a human and knows it. When people come to my house I have to warn them about my cat, not the two dogs. All in all though he is great and I couldn’t imagine not having his punk-ness around.
I’m often up very late every night, usually till 2 a.m., sometimes 4 a.m. When I walked out of the dorm tonight, things were very quiet, despite being in the city. I like that about the night. It’s quiet. Well except for the Robins that were singing. It was odd. You’re used to hearing them sing in the morning but not this early or late, however you look at it. So I walked to my car, Robins singing, city and campus quiet, puddles in the street. Things were quiet, sky was clear, air fresh, head clear, body relaxed. Calm, cool. That’s what I like about the night.
Today was a great day. It started out in a Waffle House early this morning in Pendleton. Me, Hannah, Brandy, Nick and Mary met up there and had breakfast. From there we headed to Gary. We were running on about two hours of sleep but we weren’t going to let that slow us down. We were driving all the way to Gary to shoot some abandoned buildings there. We started with an abandoned train station. The building was great, but very eerie. It was filled with graffiti and fliers of missing people. One bit of graffiti that kept reoccurring was “The Rest Are Dead” in red paint on the walls. There was also this very dark hallway that none of us really wanted to go in. That is where the picture above was taken. After walking on the railroad and watching several trains go by, we moved on to the next building. That building was an old church. We explored this large building for quite some time as there were several levels and a basement. It was perfect for shooting. Then we moved onto an abandoned theater, which was slightly terrifying. For some reason everyone got a weird vibe from the heavily decayed building. We got a few shots there and then quickly moved on to an old school building. A few shots there and then we wrapped up the trip by driving by a house that had apparently contained demons and the family that lived there was possessed at one time. It was a great road trip. We got some great shots, had a lot of fun, saw some very creepy things, and made it out of Gary in one piece.
There’s something beautiful about those 88 black and white keys. They hold the potential to create wonder and beauty and art. Such simple little things. Such amazing potential. They sit there quietly, waiting to be played. All they need are hands. And when they meet, hands and keys, the result can be incredible. I don’t know what made me take this shot. Maybe it was just seeing the piano. Maybe it was hearing the music played on it. All I know is they’re beautiful.