Art is free

For my AP Art class, our version of the AP test is a thematically related 12 piece compilation of images from the whole year, exploring an idea. The exploration is supposed to get deeper, and the quality is supposed to grow all year as well (1-12).

With it, I am able to include a 500 character statement explaining my theme:

Art is free. It’s in the graffiti you drive by everyday; in the depths of the abandoned buildings you forgot existed; or hiding within a new perspective that makes you clearly see again how beautiful this world is. Throughout my concentration, I used my camera as a tool to explore the “free art” that surrounds us everyday. I chose graffiti, decay, and new perspectives as the forms of free art to focus on because they are the ones most easily missed by our fast-paced society. 

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Europe Trip Day 7

IMG_6552Today we traveled from France and into Spain, which was nearly a 7 hour drive. We stopped for lunch in an adorable French town, Collioure, 15 miles from the border. After admiring the sea, we had a great lunch as the French military did drills in the ocean and then ran past us repeatedly. IMG_6558IMG_6566IMG_6597IMG_6605IMG_6608After a few more hours in the bus, we finally made it to our hotel in Barcelona. After a quick check in, we took the subway to Las Ramblas, a wonderful shopping and performing arts street. We explored a huge market and did a little shopping before going to get the best dinner of the whole trip, tapas!IMG_6614IMG_6621IMG_6622IMG_9434

We enjoyed my favorite, shown above, which was fried mozzarella with shrimp inside. We also had chicken and vegetable kabobs, a fish dish with crostinis, and a spectacular caesar salad with parmigiano reggiano flakes. I will definitely be getting these again.

Europe Trip Day 6

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Our first stop this morning was the Pont du Gard, an aqueduct built by the Romans 2000 years ago. We hiked to the aqueduct and were able to walk across it and then go to the museum depicting how it was built. We then traveled another hour or so to the city of Nimes. We had free time to get lunch at a local french market and go into a few shops. IMG_6489

IMG_6494We were then able to go on an audio tour of an Amphitheatre similar to the colosseum but much smaller. 

 

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IMG_6528Another fun day was concluded with dinner at the hotel and some free time, in which we discovered our airline was on strike. Panicked phone calls back and forth from home ensued on whomever’s phone had minutes on it. We all sort of wanted to be stranded in Barcelona, but we also realized we would probably just be stranded at the airport for up to a week or more, so we were not looking forward to it. 60 people in one group, 48 kids that have to be with chaperones, needing to be on a new plane all together with a new airline from a new airport would have been tricky. Luckily, Lufthansa striked Thursday and Friday, then the following Monday and that entire week. Normal service on Saturday and Sunday, and we escaped Sunday morning. Close call!

 

Europe Trip Day 5

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Today we left Nice to drive to the Provence region, but because of the long drive, we stopped for a day trip in Avignon. We were able to tour the city on our own, and then go on a guided tour of the Papal Palace. 

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Most of the day was spent driving, but even that was fun! We had internet the night before, so we came prepared with games to pass the time. Our tour guide, Alex, was also able to put on a movie for us in the bus, which helped to make the trip go by much faster. Tonight we are staying in beautiful apartment style rooms and having a late dinner in the hotel. 

Europe Trip Day 4

Unlike all the mornings so far, we did not have to pack today. We ate a nice breakfast and made our way back to the bus for a 45 minute drive to a town called Eze. This small town is known for its Perfumerie, Fragonard, and we got a tour of the factory.

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They showed us how they extract the essence of the local flowers, and how they make the perfume and soaps. We then spent some time in their shop, where we all realized that it was a bit more expensive than we thought. I bought a ducky shaped lemon soap for a little kid I babysit and a bottle of lemon verbena cheap perfume. A 1 oz bottle of the good stuff was €35, close to $50 USD. Not happening.

We were then given an hour of free time to hike to the small town of Eze, which was truly a hike. There were decrepit stairs carved into the mountain, and we finally zig zagged our way to the top. We walked through a castle built for defense of the hilltop town, and through a couple small shops built within the caverns of the mountain. It took so long to hike up we had to head back fairly soon, but not before we got some photos of the incredible view.

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Once we got back on the bus, we headed to Monaco, which somehow is it’s own country no matter that it is 1 sq mile. Home to the rich and famous and the Monte Carlo casino, we were in for a treat.

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We parked the bus in a parking garage and walked to the top via botanical gardens which were stunning. The Mediterranean Sea was finally what I remembered it to be, and I was again mesmerized by the vivid varying shades of blue.

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We had 2 hours of free time to shop, eat, and explore. We watched the pomp and circumstance changing of the guards at their parliament building, and then explored a bunch of touristy shops. I didn’t love the stores or the glamour, but there were the best views of the water so far. I got a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, and a hat for my friend. I caught up with a different group and we tried to get away from the touristy parts and find cooler areas. We found an adorable crepe shop inside this alleyway and indulged in a giant Nutella crepe. We then walked to the park bordering the water for more incredible views, and took our time getting back to the bus. My friends and I found our tour guide and hung out with her for a while on an overlook before heading back. I’m still amazed how much freedom we are given, and even more amazed that we are always able to find our way back to the meeting places, the bus, or the hotels totally on our own.

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We left Monaco around 2 and headed back toward Nice. We stopped at Florian Chocolate Factory and got a tour and some time in their gift shop. Like the perfumerie, they use local flowers in some of their chocolates and sweets. I was able to try sugar coated flower petals and violet and rose chocolate. After buying a few goodies, we boarded the bus again back to the center of town. We stopped at the main square, where we could then choose whether or not we wanted to go to the New Town, or the Old Town for 3 hours of free time. The New Town consisted of shows like you would find on 5th avenue, and Old Town were the unique boutiques and cobblestone alleys. We headed for Old Town and ended up finding the beach, which was a natural pebble beach. We collected some cool stones and then hiked the mountain behind Old Town toward a waterfall. We asked for directions in French multiple times and made our way.

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We discovered a lot of beautiful lookout posts and a Jewish cemetery with quite a view. We eventually made it to the waterfall at the top and hung out after getting some great photos. We made our way back down the way we came and had a few minutes to shop in Old Town. We then walked a couple blocks back to our meeting place and then headed to dinner as a group. A vegetable quiche was followed by a meat dish and caramel covered sponge cake. We got back to our hotel at a record early of 8:30, and hung out in our room and on our balcony with friends. By 10:30 we all had to be in our own rooms to prepare for the early wake up of 6 to head to the bus for Provence!

Europe Trip Day 3

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Today, we got up, ate breakfast, and got on the bus by 8:00. We traveled to Cinque Terra, which literally means 5 lands or villages. Serjo, our bus driver, took us to a town at the bottom of the mountain and we all took a train up to the first village. After 10 minutes flying up the side of a mountain overlooking the Mediterranean, we stopped at the first village for an hour of free time.

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We walked together to the center of town, and then went our own ways and into adorable little shops. I got my mom a tin of olive oil and a bag of pasta from this tiny old Italian guy whose shop was actually inside of a cave overlooking the water. We went in a few more shops and then made our way back to the meeting place. We caught the next train up to the 4th town, and spent 2 hours there. It was much larger but just as beautiful and quant. We were supposed to get lunch here, so we all went off and found where we wanted to eat before shopping. I had a personal sized Margarita pizza that was made on a focaccia and baked in a stone fire pit. We ate and sang The Eye of the Tiger, which for some reason was on the radio (our school fight song) and then went exploring. After stopping in most of the stores, I was able to buy a beautiful pair of lava stone earrings for my mom and two bracelets for friends.

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I ended with meeting up with my friend from AP Art on the trip, and we decided to explore the back alleys and back roads in our free time. I wanted to take photos and he wanted to take pics of things he wanted to paint when he got back.

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We still had extra time, so we found a few more stores and looked for gifts for mutual friends. We found a small stone cathedral in the middle of the road with candles in it, and we both lit one for those we have lost. We then grabbed some gelato and headed back to the train around 2. We met back up with Alex, our tour guide, and made our way back to the bus at the base of the mountain. A few more hours passed and we a arrived in Nice. We got dropped off a few blocks from the hotel so she could point a few meeting places out, and because our bus was too obnoxiously big to fit down the streets. This hotel was also family run, and super old. The elevator was incredible; it only held two people and looked just like the one from the Lizzie McGuire movie. You had to pull the first large metal door open and then slide the other door across, then close both and slowly make it upwards. Because we were in a hurry, most of us ended up climbing the stairs with all of our bags. Now, in Europe, when you are on the 4th floor you have to remember you started on floor 0 not 1, so we ended up walking up 5 flights of stairs with all of our luggage. We then ran back down and headed to dinner. Somehow, 1 of the teachers thought a kid was still at the hotel and was waiting for them (there wasn’t) and 2 other teachers (husband and wife) didn’t make it back down in time to leave with us. They are so worried about forgetting or losing kids that they never thought to count the chaperones. The husband of the one teacher finally realized his wife was missing, and we only then realized the other couple was to. We called the hotel and they were not there, plus their phones don’t work, so a bit of a panic ensued. We kept walking toward dinner though, and eventually learned that they had lost us around a corner and gave up and went to dinner on their own. After a late dinner, we walked back to the hotel and went to bed.

Also got got another piece for my AP Art Concentration!

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Europe Trip Day 2

Day 2 Milan – Tuscany – Viareggio

The next morning, we woke up to a wonderful breakfast in the hotel, in which I think everyone indulged in multiple espresso shots. We then boarded the bus into the center of Milan, where we happened to need to get exactly one block further than allowed due to a marathon.

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We watched the marathon and cheered, which was a blast, and were then told to run when we could. So there we are, a bunch of teenage American tourists, randomly running through a bunch of Italians in race gear and spandex. On the other side of the marathon awaited the church containing The Last Supper, which was spectacular. Learning about the how Romans kept it safe through the wars was especially interesting, but already knowing most of the history, I was most fascinated by the conspiracy theories surrounding every detail of this painting. Unlike the disappointment that swelled inside me when we saw the Mona Lisa 2 years ago in Paris, this wall sized masterpiece was made to impress. It is so delicate now that you have to walk into a chamber and the air has to be purified before the door to the actual room will open. After years of trying, it looks like they will finally be able to protect this treasure forever.

Having gone to see it in 2 groups, we were able to have 30 minutes of free time after. My friends and I went to Cafe Grazie across the street for the best cappuccino in world history. Standing at the bar doing espresso shots and speaking the little Italian we knew was exactly what I wanted this trip to be. IMG_9006

 

We then boarded the bus for a 3 1/2 hour drive to Tuscany. We pulled into white caps on the Mediterranean, which is odd, and noticed that it was very windy. As we parked the bus, I literally watched a huge tree slowly pull out of the ground and crunch the cutest white fiat ever. No one was in the car thankfully, so it was pretty amusing to see. We then walked a few blocks to our hotel and checked into our rooms. After a quick unpack and checkin, we met back downstairs for a short walking tour of the town and one of our teachers bought us all gelato on the beach. We then walked to the stunning beach, took a few pictures and then explored the town on our own. We had 2 hours before we had to meet back at the hotel, and there is nothing better than free time to do what we please. We went into the adorable shops, i got a beautiful scarf, and on the walk back we found amazing cobblestone alleys behind the stores. We met back at the hotel around 7 for a fantastic dinner. The first plate consisted of 5 small portions of local delicacies, the second plate was incredible baked lasagna, the third was tiramisu. The hotel was family run, so all of the food had that great homeade feel. Because we were at the hotel already, we then could just go to bed, which was welcomed by all after a long jet lagged day.

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After running down 3 flights of stairs to buy wifi for the night, my friends stopped me at the door and begged me to go grab another towel. We had 4 people and 3 towels, so I went downstairs and asked one of the teachers. She didn’t know so we went together to the front desk and she asked the man standing there. After about 3 minutes of awkwardness, it was clear he knew absolutely no English and that we knew absolutely no Italian. After being offered a free computer to use in the lobby and a bottle of water, and after resorting to a sort of strange charades, we asked the tour leader teacher what to do. He google translated it on his phone, and showed it to the man. I then waited 10 more minutes and finally got another towel. When I got up to the room, I told this whole story to my friend. My other friend then came out of the shower and immediately said “oh we found that other towel.” After a good 5 minutes of uncontrollable laughter, they joked that I could have 2 now and then I proceeded to take a shower, in which I forgot any of the towels and was left with none. This entire situation caused a good hour of intense laughter, and with even the slight mention of a towel, I can induce hysterical laughter from all of us. While the sites and towns are memorable on this trip, moments like this are equally as fun and treasured.

I also think I found another photo for my AP Art Concentration – with the theme of urban decay.

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Europe Trip Journal Day 1 – Milan

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Have you ever been so tired that you don’t even understand what is going on? After landing in Milan after a 9 hour flight from Chicago to Frankfurt, a 5 hour layover in Frankfurt, and another 1 hour flight to Milan, we literally couldn’t even remember what country we were in. All of us, including the teachers, went to school for a half day, so by the time we went to bed, we had been awake for 44 hours straight. It was a combination of slap happy and downright crabbiness, and add on to that a 3 hour walking tour in the rain. There is nothing more difficult than the dichotomy within you when you know how lucky you are to be in such an incredible place, and yet you hate everything and want to go to bed more than you want to continue breathing.

The first stop in Milan was the Duomo, an ancient gothic cathedral, second in size to St. Peter’s Basilica.

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We were given some free time, in which we were allowed to stray from the group and just meet back later. We met in the square in front of the Duomo, and were repeatedly assaulted with extremely friendly, low flying pigeons. Locals would sell seeds to tourists and the pictures of people with pigeons on their arms are priceless. It was also quite a nightmare for the few that were deathly afraid of birds!

 

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We then met up with a Milan tour guide and she wore a microphone and spoke into it while we had headphones. It worked great until we got outside and it was raining, and for some reason she became inaudible. We walked for a good mile with no idea where we were going, and then we got to a large castle. We were so tired and bored that in order to stay awake, we just started taking a bunch of selfies in which we look like drowned rats. Drowned, exhausted, rats.

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We finally made our way back to the bus and then to dinner. We had spaghetti with Bolognese for a starter, then a veal dish, followed by chocolate dessert. When we finally got to the hotel, I was barely able to speak I was so exhausted. The teachers that come on the tour come to check that we are in the rooms at 10 every night, and making it until 10 was a huge challenge. After a quick shower, some serious converter issues and importing my pictures, I was out like a light.

No Trespassing

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So I’ve officially broken a law. I am one of those kids that always wins at games like “never have I ever,” except most people think those kids are lying. I don’t lie about it, I just really am that boring and rule/law abiding. However, this past weekend, my friend and I broke into an abandon coal fueled power plant in Chicago. Perhaps the fact that I consider climbing through a barbed wire fence and ignoring giant no trespassing sings is “breaking the law” is truly the best example of just how not law breaking I am :).I found the site on http://www.roadtrippers.com, which is amazing for anyone looking for a fun weekend or an incredible photo adventure. I am doing urban decay for my concentration for AP Art and the above photo is the first one in the series of 12. The rest are just fun. Enjoy!

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A Day…6 years in the making.

When I was in 6th grade, I read a book about a high school senior taking a class called Humanities. He was learning about religions and cultures and he said a line I will never forget: “Humanities class taught me how to cohabitate better with my fellow humans.” I don’t remember much else about the book – not even the title; but I do remember that I finished it with one goal: get to senior year and take that class! When I finally got to high school, I saw a play titled The Laramie Project. This play depicted the reaction to the murder of a gay student, Mathew Shepard, in Laramie, Wyoming while attending University of Wyoming. I saw it on a Friday night, brought my parents back Saturday night, and on Sunday they came back with many of their friends. It was truly remarkable. I went with a friend of mine who was a year ahead of me, and I asked her immediately who the teacher was introducing/producing it. He looked so proud – and I was just convinced that someone who would choose that play and be that proud of it must be spectacular. I then went to my first improv show, of which I saw the same teacher again hosting it, and by that time I had heard many rumors of his greatness. At my school, there are teachers that kids literally hate, teachers that are neutral and never get talked about, and the teachers that kids worship. He’s one of the worshipped ones, and guess what class he teachers? Humanities!

First day of senior year finally was upon me, and I finally got to walk into Mr. Kingston’s Humanities class. It was a really neat experience for me to truly attain a goal I had for so long. I realize this is a bit odd, but I’m a bit odd. Anyway, I couldn’t control the ear to ear smile for at least the first week of his class. The class is honestly exactly what I expected and more.

Anyway, this long introduction was all leading to a field trip I took for his class. We went to a mosque, the Bahai temple, the House of Blues for lunch, an architecture cruise, a catholic church, and a Hindu Mandir in Bartlett.

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The first stop, the mosque, was definitely the most eye-opening. I don’t think any of the girls on the trip, including myself, had ever experienced being treated differently because of our gender. We were ushered in a separate, back door, and made to sit upstairs overlooking the men in the actual worship hall. You had to look through glass and we could only hear what the men were saying through a sound system. I knew this would happen and was expecting it, but when I realized that I was looking through one way glass and that they couldn’t even see me, I was really moved. We were literally hidden.

The men downstairs took turns speaking about many different aspects of their faith – and let’s just say they had a really good PR person write all of their speeches. I learned much more from what they didn’t say than what they did say. Anyway, after the last man spoke, they turned off the sound system and the girls were able to speak to a few Muslim female students. They were our age, and they were studying to become scholars. A couple of them had the intention of dedicating their lives to memorizing the entire Quran. We were allowed to ask questions and someone asked why they wear the head scarves. This girl went on to answer that she believed her God wanted men to see her as more than a sex toy, and by covering herself and wearing loose clothing, they would respect her not for her body but also for her mind and soul. I found this answer wonderful, and I wished it was true…and maybe it is for her and the people in this mosque. But it seems to me in countries with a Muslim majority, men treat their women with the smallest amount of respect physically possible. When I was thinking about this and thinking about how I felt being hidden, I couldn’t help but realize that, stereotypically, women are ghost-like. Covered from head to toe, with no individuality, often no education, and no voice, they seem to be not only men’s punching bags, but also ghosts, a mere portion of their potential.

The next question was whether or not they believed in an afterlife. The answer was more stunning to me than the sexual divide. She stated that they believe their afterlife is eternal, and this life is short, so all they want to do is dedicate their lives to understanding the Quran and how to get to heaven. I thought about this for a long time after she said it, and all I could think was how big of a bummer it’s going to be if there is no afterlife – if this is it and all these people have devalued the current moment so much so that all they live for is the next life…of which none of us, NONE OF US, know for sure really exists. I don’t have the answers either, but it seems a middle path of worship and life would be a smarter choice.

After the mosque, we traveled to the Bahá’í House of Worship in Wilmette.

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In complete opposition to the prior religion, this faith is centered around the equality of all people, a seeking for world peace,  and unity with all.

            “Beware…lest ye walk in the ways of them whose words                differ from their deeds.” —Baha’u’llah

“When freedom of conscience, liberty of thought & right of speech prevail, development & growth are inevitable.” – ‘Abdu’l-Baha

“See the truth in all religions, for truth is in all & truth is one!” -‘Abdu’l-Baha

“God has created the world as one—the boundaries are marked out by man.” -‘Abdu’l-Baha

Their main principles are as follows:

“There is one God

All humanity is one family

Women and men are equal

All major religions come from God

Science and religion are in harmony

The independent investigation of truth

The family and its unity are very important

World peace is the crying need of our time

Our economic problems are linked to spiritual problems

All prejudice – racial, religious, national or economic – is destructive and must be overcome”

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Let’s just say it’s officially my new favorite religion.

We then proceeded to the House of Blues for lunch and then on an architecture cruise down the River.

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After this, we proceeded to St. Mary’s Catholic Church.

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Our last stop of the day was to the Hindu Mandir in Bartlett. More amazing than the religion was the building itself. It was an honor to be able to go inside. I was not allowed to bring my camera inside, and never before have I literally ached to take photos. The following are from the website.

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The entire building was carved in India and shipped here in pieces. I have never seen such impressive craftsmanship.

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All in all, this day – 6 years in the making – was eye opening, fun, and educational. Even with all of this exciting religious exploration though, my fundamental belief has not changed:

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So whatever faith you find yourself to be, all I hope is that your behavior defines you as a quality human being.

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I’ve never been nowhere before…

I’ve never been nowhere before. I have traveled a lot, but most of my actual time has been spent on coasts or at least in bigger cities. Today, my dad and I decided to go check out Kenyon College, which I’ve been considering for a while. And wow, is it nowhere.

We got to Mt. Vernon, OH and just drove through, with the destination of campus in mind. It looked like a cute, normal town and I was happy about that. As we followed the signs for Kenyon, I was praying I’d see a hill or something soon. You see, Kenyon is advertised as a school literally by itself on a hill. Named the most beautiful campus in the country, I was expecting the marketing to be correct this time. We finally started ascending a mountain of sorts and I saw the entrance to Kenyon. Just from the sign and the way you enter, you know it’s going to knock your socks off. With only 1600 students, it is a tiny school that has created it’s own little world atop a mountain. The buildings and the ground seep an aura of utter intelligence and global consciousness that’s infectious. It is unlike any college or university I’ve ever been to. John Green, one of my favorite authors and basically one of my favorite human beings on the planet, went to Kenyon and describes it as “incredible minds flourishing on a hilltop, away from the noise of the world so as better to hear the world for what it truly is.” Anyway, I couldn’t have loved it more.

Shockingly, the more amazing part of this adventure was when we descended from the hill top of Kenyon back in to Mt. Vernon for what appeared to be an art festival. Now, my dad and I are into art fests – like real ones. We, of course, weren’t expecting anything grand, but we had no idea what we were walking into.

I must have said “I’m so confused” 50 times. As we walked around what turned out to be more of an odd fair, I was completely stunned. It was like the twilight zone. I think we were tripping on 5 hour energy, but my imagination isn’t creative enough to hallucinate this “art festival.” As we walked in, we were greeted by a stage with approximately 20 randomly dispersed people listening to what appeared to be a family sing a song about how many pickled peppers Peter Piper picked, while wearing such old fashion clothing it seemed they may have robbed a museum to find them. The audience seemed to be enjoying it, which was equally strange. As we walked down the half block of tents, I couldn’t help but notice that every 5 seconds someone was shouting across a crowd because they saw someone they knew and they were saying hi. I think everyone literally knew everyone else there. Also, not a single person was on their phones. No calls, texts, time checks – nothing.  The entire time we were there, I didn’t see a single electronic device with any of these people. I also didn’t really see any brands, I think they really may sew all their clothes themselves. After all, they do have a Singer store on their main square. The next thing I noticed was the diversity, or should I say, lack there of. Black, hispanic, asian – nothing. It was startling. As we walked toward another awkward bandshell of sorts, we contemplated getting something to eat. Shall we eat fried pie, fried waffles, fried veggies, or fried salami? You get the drift.

1/3 of the population doesn’t know who our Vice President is. I think most of those people come from places like this. I felt like I was in a time warp, or possibly on a movie set. I’ve never been anywhere like it. I feel like all of these people are still in the darkness of the cave, to use Plato’s analogy. It was not my kinda place, but thankfully when you go to Kenyon, I think you rarely come down from the hilltop.

Here are a few shots from our trip, which also included going to Oberlin College.

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He was the only person I ever saw using a phone…

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This made my day! A church on gay street.

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Silent People Have the Loudest Minds

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As I was contemplating what to wear to my friend’s birthday party, I was also contemplating going at all. So many people – people I didn’t know. The card said there would be a trampoline, and a jump house, which worsened my anxiety. As I searched for the perfect outfit, I found my knee brace from a few years back. My problem was solved! My 10 year old self wore that knee brace to the party – and when I was sitting inside with one or two other people, everyone just assumed I was resting my knee. Jump house? Trampoline? Of course not. No jokes would come my way about being boring. No assumptions that I am “no fun.” The knee brace I wore to that party was more a brace for my mind than a brace for my knee. It was an excuse to be who I am.

Who am I? I am an introvert, tried and true. For many years, I was unaware of the two differing personality types dominating our world. I would often be left confused at why I hated doing all the things that made my peers look so happy. I never understood that it wasn’t that I didn’t like to have fun; it was just that my fun was different from theirs. Reading a book by the fire with my parents is much more appealing to me than going out to eat with a large group. My friends are few, but my connections to them are deep and lasting. I enjoy long conversations about things that matter and I love time to think and write. I am an artist, obsessed with photography and the written word. I am not quick to react out of emotion, but take a more logic based approach to dealing with life’s conflicts. I listen – listen to everything around me, and often end up being the person someone calls on in a time of need. I enjoy leading, and speaking in front of large groups of people. I very rarely take risks that could result in public ridicule, and am very easily embarrassed in front of people I don’t know well.

Before I started studying the introvert-extrovert spectrum, I did not associate myself with either extreme. I did not feel that any part of me listed above fit into either side of what I thought the spectrum was. I wasn’t shy, rude, anxious, depressed, and I didn’t hate people. I think I’m the opposite of all those things, so because that was who I thought an introvert was, I thought maybe I was an extrovert. But I had none of the qualities that my mind associated with extroverts either, such as the constant loudness and need for attention. Because of this lack of an obvious answer, I researched more into what introversion and extroversion truly meant, beyond the haze of what society epitomizes them to be. The definition of an introvert: ME. The definition of an extrovert? OPPOSITE OF ME. Everything about who I was, what I like and don’t like, what I do and don’t do, what makes me cringe and what lights me up; all of it lined up identically with everything I learned an introvert to be, and none of what I learned an extrovert to be. Extroverts are built for action, and they reflect and react simultaneously. This leads to a feeling of comfort within the unknown. They have social skills, and are often the life of the party. They are the gossip; and often, you will know everything they are thinking because they will voice it. They are often involved in conflict with their bounty of friends, and are generally not naturally artistic. “Introverts, in contrast, have strong social skills and enjoy parties, but after a while just wish they were home in their PJs. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, and colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict and many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions (Cain 39).”

I had grown up trying to be what society glorified: loud, charismatic, sociable, and over all, a part of the crowd. But as I continued to grow and mature, I realized that for one, I didn’t often like what the crowd stood for; and two, I just didn’t like crowds at all. As I progressed into junior high, I realized I could fake it pretty well – fake it all. The smiles, the gossip, the useless chit chat. The group projects were nightmarish, and my strive to get the A gave everyone else an A, which made me even more angry. Wanting to work alone began to seem like a bad thing, and I often tried to change my habits to fit societal expectations.

My research has resulted in an affirmation that society as a whole does idolize the more extroverted person. As beautifully put by introverted op-ed columnist Bryan Walsh, America is land of the loud and home of the talkative. We vote for the relatable politicians, instead of the smartest ones. We see the chit chatty people as happy, and no matter what, we strive to be that. “From classrooms built around group learning to open-plan offices that encourage endless meetings, it sometimes seems that the quality of your work has less value than the volume of your voice (Walsh).” However, Susan Cain, best-selling author of the book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, is bringing to light the immense gifts that introverted people bring to this world.

Albert Einstein, for example, was a supreme introvert, and once said, “It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer.” This is an idea that most introverted people would understand, and it is also why the few introverts that reach leadership positions end up doing extraordinarily well. My father is deeply introverted, but he is also the CEO of a real estate company, with thousands of employees under his leadership. Traits of his introversion are very obvious, but these traits directly correlate to the traits that everyone loves about him, and they are what make him so successful. In the face of conflict, he always reacts out of logic first, wanting to gain all the facts and determine the actual consequences before all else. Extroverted leaders often react out of raw emotion, which usually makes problems worse and often alienates employees. Introverted leaders also have more individualized relationships with their workforce, psychologically leading to enhanced employee performance. Psychologists have determined “that effective leaders should focus on mentoring, empowering, and developing people, behaviors that are more consistent with introverts than extroverts (Williams).”

While introverts should not be passed up for leadership roles, leaders must also not pass up the needs of their introverted employees. In this new ‘conceptual’ age, businesses like Zappos and Google are transforming their offices into playgrounds meant to foster growth and innovation for the company, via increased happiness levels from their employees. Many companies are slowly following their example, and with that comes many open plan offices, team rooms, boards, get togethers, and the creation of a family/team like atmosphere. This is a great new model for American businesses, but there must also be a place for the introverts among us to go. While the rollerskating and segwaying around the office is fun for all, there are some that only want to do that for a little while, and then would prefer to go work alone. Because one out of every two or three people identify themselves as introverted, businesses would have much to gain by giving them the ability to also function at their highest intellectual level – a level of which can only be reached in solitude.

This favoring, per se, of the extroverted mind is not necessarily our natural tendency; however, because of the rise of what Susan Cain calls ‘groupthink,’ many children are raised in environments that award extroverts and shun introverts. This creates a predisposition that follows them into their lives and their careers. As Susan Cain recently said in a piece in the NY Times, “Today, elementary school classrooms are commonly arranged in pods of desks, to better foster group learning. Even subjects like math and creative writing are often taught as committee projects.” Tests are being given to the group, with only one grade, forcing the rest to get the grade of the loudest and most persuasive person. Not only is this unfair, it is beyond uncomfortable for an introverted student. And while we can’t attempt to make everyone happy, we must try to allow for more autonomy within schools, so that introverted students don’t grow up to be fake extroverts.

The amount of ‘fake extroverts’ we have surrounding us, I guarantee, is staggering. What is also staggering is the amount of intellect and knowledge we are losing by not catering to their need for more autonomy, in the schools and the workplace. This is about much more than making your employees or your students comfortable – this is about providing them the space at which their brain is literally designed to work better in.

Introvert’s brains are designed to work alone – and were designed to be uninterrupted. On the same token, one would think that an extroverted brain is designed to work with others; however, it is not. Solitude is a large ingredient within good ideas, revelations and epiphanies. “Solitude has long been associated with transcendence. Moses, Jesus, Buddha, went by themselves,” off into the quiet wild and ended up becoming historical figures that most will always remember. And, as observed by psychologist Hans Eysenck, “concentrating the mind on the tasks in hand, prevents the dissipation of energy on social matters…” It is as if introverted people were simply born with the innate knowing of how to get the most out of their efforts. Extroverted people may thrive on the camaraderie of group activities; however, they are still going to be more efficient, innovated people if they give themselves time to think, alone.

In this loud, fast paced, technologically group based society we live in, where charisma is lionized, we must remember the way in which we are engineered to think most effectively if we want to leave a meaningful impact. In schools and the workplace alike, we must allow for more readily available, optional autonomy. The best, most neutral way to handle these two diverse personalities in this world is to work autonomously on individual pieces of the puzzle, and then come together at the end to figure out how the pieces all fit. “Culturally, we’re often so dazzled by charisma that we overlook the quiet part of the creative process,” a scientifically significant part.

But as to most problems, there are also answers that lay within us, and the problem of honoring both personalities is no different. There exists two distinct personality types for a reason, and balance is essential. Opposites attract, and oftentimes, introverts and extroverts collaborate to create extraordinary things. Apple computers, for example, were created by a man named Steve. No, not Steve Jobs. Steve Wozniak, a self proclaimed introvert who designed the first Apple sitting in a cubicle at HP. He would also work on it at home, alone. He unveiled his amazing creation to his friend, Steve Jobs, and together co-founded Apple Computer (Cain). Steve Job’s supernatural magnetism got the company to where it is today, but it would be no where without the quiet skills of Steve Wozniak. In Wozniak’s memoir, he gives this advice to aspiring inventors:

Most inventors and engineers I’ve met are like me … they live in their heads. They’re almost like artists. In fact, the very best of them are artists. And artists work best alone …. I’m going to give you some advice that might be hard to take. That advice is: Work alone… Not on a committee. Not on a team. (Wozniak)

Apple Inc. is now one of the most successful companies in the world, having a net worth greater than most third-world countries. This immense level of success could not have been achieved without the extrovert, but it also could not have been achieved without the introvert. This marriage of the two personalities has created something all of us have come to rely upon and enjoy, and it is a partnership that we should all take note of. So while I focused on the hidden power of introverts, maybe we should look also at the hidden power of the two working together. With balance, and respect, awe inspiring things can emerge.

Microcosm of Humanity – NYC

Taken while riding the Roosevelt Island Tramway over the Hudson River

Taken while riding the Roosevelt Island Tramway over the Hudson River

Roosevelt Tramway over the Hudson

So far, my favorite shot of the trip. I also took this on the Tramway over the river.

I have this huge map in my room, and there is a pin at every city I’ve ever gone to. I’m blessed to have traveled more than most people my age, and love every second of it. San Francisco to Paris, London to New Orleans, Switzerland to LA,  Munich to Seattle, and yet somehow I had yet to visit New York. An hour plane ride, a $130 ticket, and yet we’d never been. My dad and I went, as we do every spring break, on a trip just me and him. I had no idea what to expect. Just another Chicago? I’d heard of things like 5th Avenue and Central Park, but had no real knowledge of the place. As I investigated things to do while there, I became a little more excited but was still pretty clueless.

It so happens that in my American History class, we were studying the Harlem Renaissance. My teacher is amazing and is full of wacky, awesome stories from his life, and he expressed to us countless times about how we must visit NYC. Him and I agree on pretty much everything – we have very similar outlooks on life and the state of our union – and so I was thrilled to hear he loved it there.

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From the second we set foot in the city, you just felt it. An electric current runs through the whole place. Everyone is alive and and everything is alive. The amount of diversity that people talk about there being is an understatement. People there are almost united in how purely different they all are. It’s not just ethnicity either, its everything. Swear to god, I saw two white guys with afros. Huge ones. Women dressed better than I actually thought possible were walking on the same streets as men in purple sparkly pants, and guys were holding hands, and hundreds of languages were being spoken, and dogs were on subways and in Sak’s 5th Avenue (ON 5TH AVENUE!) – it was just beautiful. Everyone was just doing their own thing. It isn’t like people are just super accepting there, it just isn’t even a thought. With LGBT rights in the news (and as FB profile pics) lately, I’ve been trying to wrap my mind on how they could possibly not overturn DOMA, and having been to NYC, I feel even more stunned that there is anyone opposed. It sure seems that the most important part of our constitution is the “pursuit of happiness,” right? Or, at least, that’s the only part we fully educated American’s can remember. Maybe it’s just me, but seeing as how homosexuals are nicknamed “gay” which literally means happy, I think it’s safe to assume they are in line with that. I can only hope that New York is a glimpse into the future of how all American’s will treat each other. I digress.

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Because of all these grand aforementioned things, NYC is the world capitol of people watching. It is at least 75% of the experience. In Soho, every person that walked by literally took my breath away. Man, woman, young, old, black, white, brown you name it- stunning. My dad and I came up with the acronym GCH, or God Chiseled Human. Their bodies, their hair, their clothes, their shoes, everything! My dad and I were both wearing $200 jeans, I was in a Marmot, him in a Northface, both in nice scarves, and we looked like utter trash. Most stores we didn’t even go into we felt so uncomfortable. And it’s not that other people weren’t wearing jeans, it was just that their’s were literally custom sewn onto their chiseled bodies by gods. But of course, it’s New York, so we were the only ones that would have been uncomfortable. I did manage to go into the Leica store, after running across the street squealing after seeing the red dot flag in the air, only to leave sad at knowing I will likely never afford one. 😦

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That’s only Soho though, and you have to understand, every neighborhood is a completely different place. Every time we emerged from the subways, it was like we landed somewhere completely new. The subways themselves are a whole other world. You can walk multiple city blocks underground, filled with wonderful music and preaching and the wind of passing trains. Here are a few iPhone shots from the “underground world.”

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The trip overall was amazing. We didn’t have a car, and I bet we walked over 50 miles. We took the subway a ton, and I felt totally immersed within the city. Our feet ached but we just couldn’t stop walking, seeing, feeling. I’m already planning my next trip and can’t wait to be back! Here are some random shots, enjoy!

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In Pursuit of Magic

In Pursuit of Magic

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Peace!

NYC, iPhone Style

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Made my day!!

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I literally stopped and stared when I saw this... so beautiful!

I literally stopped and stared when I saw this… so beautiful!

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Happy Holidays

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Run and Roll for the Dole

 

This weekend, I had a blast photographing the Run and Roll for the Dole for a second time. I photographed it last year, and the differences in the quality of the photos is shocking, to me at least.

These are a few of my favorites from Race day! Enjoy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Car wash

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What I do when I’m bored in the car wash 🙂

A Final Farewell

A few weeks ago, I wrote of a dear family friend that passed away from ALS. On his birthday, which was only a few weeks after his passing, his wife hosted a celebration of his life for family and friends. The photos I’m posting are mainly of a surprise dove releasing that her sister arranged, which was truly beautiful. Also, we all signed balloons and released them. It was really a beautiful day.

Madison via iPhone

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A look to the past…Italy 2005

Far left (me), my dad, Joyce, and Ed

In 2005, my family and two of our good friends, Ed & Joyce, went to Italy together. It was the second day of 4th grade, and off I went. Two weeks ago, Ed died of a 6-month battle with ALS. For the wake, his wife did the normal photo boards, and we looked through ours too from the trip we took together. I think my mom did most of the shooting. I wasn’t into photography until the end of my eighth grade year (now a junior). Anyway, I will do my best to caption them from my memory!

Ed, looking out from a water taxi in Capri, Italy

Coast of Positano, Italy

My dad and I on the water taxi in Capri

Gardens in Ravello, Italy

Doorway to room at hotel in Capri

Me, in Ravello, Italy

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Zip line up Anacapri

Me, resting in the Vatican

 

I think this had something to do with government…remember it was nicknamed the wedding cake. Rome, Italy

A photo taken by Ed of my mom, dad, me and Joyce on water taxi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ann Arbor

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This past weekend, my parents and I drove up to Ann Arbor, Michigan from Chicago, IL. Our goal was two fold: explore the largest art fair in the country and see the University of Michigan. We had a total blast, and I really like the campus and the town. Not a fan of the fact that the weather will be the same, but I suppose I can deal a few more years. Compared to my other top picks for college, Berkeley and Madison, it was different. Berkeley and Madison are politically charged, awesome, and artsy towns, bursting with a vibe that is unmistakable. Ann Arbor is artsy, but it feels people keep their views to themselves. There is still a fun vibe but it’s not nearly as intense. I’m okay with that…however, if I got into all three this would not be my pick.

 

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Ann Arbor- Graffiti Alley

This weekend, my family and I traveled up from Chicago to Ann Arbor, Michigan. We planned on touring the campus of the University of Michigan, as well as exploring the Ann Arbor Art Fair, which is the largest in the country. The town is almost shut down by tents and tents of art. I think in two full days we’ve covered most of it, but I don’t think there is actually a way to be sure. Anyway, yesterday I stumbled upon a alley that a ton of people were turning into. As I got closer, I realized it was covered in graffiti. Both walls, the sidewalk, the pipes – everything, covered. It was incredible. I personally love graffiti. I feel like people tell the truth because of their insured anonymity, and they do it beautifully.

I love the colors, the messages and the freedom of it. It felt like I was in Europe again, where it is a frequent form of accepted expression.

Sometimes it doesn’t make perfect sense, but theres still a beauty to it.

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Peace

Buddha Day

I received the opportunity to photograph and attend the opening ceremony at Blue Lotus Temple in Woodstock, IL and it was held on “Buddha Day,” which is a celebration in honor of Buddha’s birthday.
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Chicago – Hipstamatic

After a few months of the Hipstamatic app being on my iPhone, a friend of mine finally taught me how to use it. Today, while in Chicago, I decided to only use it and see what happens. Here’s a few of the best!

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Dachau

Modern mutilated body statue

 

Every time I have shown someone my photo album from my trip to London, Paris, Switzerland and Germany, they are most affected by my photographs of Dachau, Hitler’s first concentration camp. This is not surprising I guess, but it is interesting to watch everyone’s different reactions. Some sigh, some say they would have cried, all say “wow.” Being there, I can say that this statue, even though modern, was the most unnerving. Against the still blue sky, it just spoke wonders. I didn’t have my camera out. I wanted to experience it and not just try to capture it, except what I learned a few moments later was that searching for the shot made me SEE more. Anyway, the photographs really speak for themselves, so I’ll shut up now.

 

 

Boy in the Striped Pajamas - like scene

 

 

 

 

Claimed to be lockers, but now historians think they were chambers and the holes were of which to breathe

 

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Poles on which people were hung cast an eerie shadow.

 

Land of the Heavens-Day 1

Bern = Bear in German

Journal entry from Switzerland:

2 days ago, we all woke up early and gathered on “the coach” to the train station. We were off to Switzerland! We first stopped in Bern, a small town with a lot of history. We had free time and a group of us went to grab lunch. $55 francs (63 USD) for 3 bowls of pasta…wow! Anyway, after a walking tour of Bern, we took the coach to Lucerne, the capital of Switzerland. We got a glimpse of the Alps from our amazing hotel, but weren’t really in the heart of them yet. We ate dinner in the hotel and got to go to bed early, for once!

Yesterday was the best day of the trip so far, and by far! We all woke up and had breakfast, then were off to downtown Lucerne. It is an old town with wooden bridges and castles, even a lake infested with swans. Like Paris, it has extremely old, amazing buildings but with funky modern shops inside. Unlike Paris, it isn’t really a city, more of a quaint town on a lake. We had about an hour and a half of free time for shopping in which I found my mom an amazing briefcase/purse/bag. Finding gifts for other people is much more enjoyable for me than getting ones for myself, but I did finally end up getting myself a fabulous hippie shirt.  After some shopping time, up the mountain we went!

We took a good 45 minute drive switch-backing up a mountain. It was then that we all gained our first view of the Swiss Alps. Our bus driver, Josef, was the first to point them out. A simultaneous “WOAH” echoed through out the bus. We finally came to a stop with views of gondolas in front of us. Our amazing tour guide, Tom, passed out our tickets and we all loaded into tiny gondolas and headed UP. The views were indescribable. We barely spoke during the ascent except for the sudden whispered “wow…” and for 50 teenagers to be taken aback by natural beauty is proof it was really something special! We got off and then got on another, much larger lift that held our entire group. It was circular and the floor spun, so we all could see everything. After 10 minutes of that, we got on yet another lift of similar nature and that took us all the way to the top. 10,000 feet in the air! The lyrics “I’m on top of the world, looking down at creation” were very fitting. It was 5 am back home in Chicago, but I didn’t care. I called my parents until they woke up and tried to explain to them what I was seeing; aforementioned, indescribable!
Our tour guide, with a doctorate in British Literature, explained it perfectly. It was “sublime” he said. He explained that to simply mean ” cannot be comprehended, only apprehended.”
After an hour of being able to just enjoy the top, we went back down one lift to the snow park. There were tubes and sleds, and amazing paths for them. The snow tube one was more like a lazy river type set up, just on ice and with the view of a lifetime surrounding you. It was beyond fun.

I won’t say that it was the best day ever, but I will say that my eyes have never seen anything more beautiful nor have my lungs ever breathed air more clean.

 

Tom the tour guide!

Paris – Days 1&2

  • What a late night again! We ended up adding something to our plans and not getting back until 11:30. Then the elevators didn’t work and we had to all carry our luggage to our floors via the stairs. Anyway, I’m having a great time. Yesterday we took the Eurostar from London to Paris and went straight to the Louvre. I loved it, but we were so tired and there was so much to see that my friend and I went to the Mona Lisa and then went to lunch. The Mona Lisa is not cool. I feel so ignorant saying that, but seeing it in person was not much different than seeing it on google – at least for me. I did love seeing the building itself though, and I enjoyed photographing people in the plaza at the center.
  • After the Louvre, we took the metro to Notre Dame cathedral where we stopped and had the opportunity to enter. There was a service being preformed and it was fun to listen in French. I took a ton of pictures, mainly out of shock and yearning to share it with my parents as much as possible. I lit a candle again and loved it. I’m sentimental like that. 

  • After Notre Dame, we crossed the bridge into the Latin Quarter for dinner. It was the second time that day that I became positive that I like Paris more than London. There are small alleys and shops that create a vibe I just love, and London lacked that. I also love the hurry of it. All I can describe Perisans as is efficient, and efficiency is something I respect deeply. They are not mean like everyone makes them out to be. I found them to simply have a different culture, one of hustle and rush. Tomorrow will be a jam packed day again, beginning with a 5 hour train ride to Switzerland!

Street shot... LOVE IT!


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Strollin' at the Louvre.

 

Black market Eiffel towers!

 

 

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Notre Dame

 

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Riding on the bus

London, Paris, & The Swiss Alps – Day 1&2 – London

Two weeks ago, I was strolling around London with 42 of my classmates and 10 of my teachers. It was truly the trip of a lifetime due to it’s uniqueness in the sense that I was with friends, teachers, and thankfully a fabulous tour guide that gave us the opportunities to do in one day what most people wouldn’t do in a week. I took many photos, however none of the hotels had good enough wifi to upload anything to my blog. I still wrote though, so that is what I will begin posting today.

Day 1- London

I’m contemplating even writing this right now. I have slept for 3 hours in the past 3 days and should probably be sleeping, but I’m not tired at all. Weird. Our first stop on the class trip is London, and it’s been really great so far. I miss my parents A LOT when I talk to them and going to bed without them is hard, but during the day I do well so I just have to get myself to the next day. My favorite part so far has been watching kids take pictures. They all see something at once, stop, and all take a picture of it. My friend is so confused about why I have this nice camera and never take photos of the “attractions,” and this is why…everyone else does! I see things differently from most people, and I think when I started my journey with photography it translated directly into my style and my “eye.” My goal on this trip: try not to take pictures of things that can be googled. Of course I have a shot of every attraction, just not ten thousand of the same thing.

During take off from O’Hare, I was shaking and on the verge of crying and I have no clue why. I almost got off the plane. I have a little bit of that feeling now having just talked to my parents. I think I am just struggling to believe that I’m old enough to be in a foreign country alone, and am struggling with the fact that soon I won’t get to always be with my parents. Shocker but I actually like them. When I say that to other teenagers, they look at me like I’m possessed, but it’s true. I never slept over at friends houses and intentionally tried to break bones in my body to get back to them during a two-week camp I went to.

Anyway, I had fun today. Deepened and started some friendships that I think will last due to how much we are sharing with each other these next 9 days. Who knows. Tomorrow is going to be a much busier day than today was, so I should really get some sleep. Feels so weird to not be with my parents, yet my social studies teacher just came in my room to check on me. Major disconnect – and kind of creepy!

"The Tube." 50 people trying to stay in a group on this quick transportation system was quite a challenge!

First dinner! Fish and chips

National Gallery

Day 2-

Wow! Today was a whirlwind! This morning feels like last year. We woke up at 6, had to be on a double decker tour bus by 8:10 to go pick up our extremely British tour guide. He took us to see Westminster Abbey, Parliament, the UN, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, and my favorite, St. Paul’s Cathedral. When we got to St. Paul’s, we were allowed to go inside. Not many people other than me went in, but I’m so glad I did! Their was a service just starting that I got to sit in on for a few minutes and then I lit a candle as I left. I really liked lighting the candle. I am not religious, but it still felt “cool” for some reason. A lot of people have died recently in our circle of friends, and a friend my age died of cancer last year almost to the day, so something just felt sacred about lighting a candle and saying a prayer for all of them. All of the candles lit were just beautiful to me. There’s something amazing knowing that they are all lit in honor of a person. To me it was like turning the light that they will always shine into something tangible, and I think that tangibility is a very good tool for humans – at least it is for me!

 After the tour, we took the Tube (underground rail system) to Covent Gardens and shopped for an hour and had lunch. It was free time, which means we didn’t have to be with our teachers, and it was a blast to just be completely free. We all met up at our meeting point and then went to the National Gallery, which is where most of Van Goethe’s work is displayed along with many other famous artists. After that, we headed to the British Museum. I LOVED IT. ( Major nerd alert). The Rosetta Stone is one of the first things we saw, and I just loved seeing it. I don’t know a lot about history, but I honor it’s meaning and I loved seeing the building blocks of our today. My favorite room was the “Book Room.” I have never seen so many books at once, and I loved seeing the process of writing on tablets to writing in tiny print in binded books. Anyway, we saw a ton and I can’t imagine we even saw half of it. Apparently it would take a full day (24 hours) to actually lay your eyes on every single piece inside. Crazy!

From the museum we went to Hard Rock Café for dinner. It was nice to rest for a little bit and look through pictures with friends. We all ate extremely fast and ran out though because we were all dying to get to the London Eye. If you don’t know what it is, it’s basically a giant ferris wheel, except you are really in huge glass domes that are so smooth you stand the whole time with no problem. It had just gotten dark by the time we got to the top, so we got to see parliament and Big Ben illuminated in the night over the Thames river. Definitely an unforgettable sight!

We finally got back to the hotel about an hour ago. I have that feeling in my stomach again of missing my parents. I am really confused by it, because I’m totally fine during the day, yet the second it gets dark I get an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Anyway, we have to get up at 5 tomorrow to catch the Eurostar, which will take us under the English channel to Paris, so I should probably go to sleep. Good night!

I think the queen has safety issues

iPhone

Sadly, the camera I have with me the most is my iPhone 4S camera. Thankfully, it’s pretty good!

I think I’m going to start posting on Fridays of the cool photos I’ve taken thru out the week on my iPhone, and whenever for my “good camera” moments. We’ll see!
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Stuck

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It seems everyday I am stuck behind a train at some point. If its not the 7:01am it’s the 4:05pm. It also seems everyday that I am stuck in an endless cycle that I’m not terribly fond of. I’m 16 years old and passionate about global affairs and writing and photography and poetry and reading and analyzing, yet I’m forced to learn about triangles within circles and how to measure the energy it takes to ionize substances. I am so sorry, but I DON’T CARE. When I see a rainbow, I want to see magic and beauty, not particles and spectral emissions. I don’t want to roll my eyes when my mom applies perfume in one big plume, knowing in my head that the particles need energy from her skin to overcome their IMF’s to become a gas of which humans can smell. I don’t want to know any of this. I want to write a poem about a rainbow or take a picture of it, not write an equation to calculate it!

I can persevere, and I will, but man does it suck.
The other day, 2 cheerleaders from a school near us died in a car accident. My friends and I were talking about them and how, if it would have been us, what the point of last two years of our lives would be. We are all in advanced honors classes, and we all hate it. None of us are “naturally” smart and all have to work our butts off to do well. We go in early and leave late, wake up early and rarely go to bed, all to benefit our futures. But what if we had been in that car accident? The last 2 years would be pointless. Finding a balance seems to be the answer, however it also seems that anything but what we are doing is dooming ourselves for chances of getting into the colleges we want.

I hope that our fast-paced world hasn’t made it impossible to enjoy the present moment without dooming our futures.

College adventures

This past weekend, the snow storm detoured us from our original plan of checking out the university of Michigan. Instead we drove down to U of I and explored.
Here’s some photos from the trip!

Angel crossing!

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Dia de los muertos

 

Frosty morning on the bus

Today, a group of kids who are taking Spanish got the chance to go on an all day field trip to the National Museum of Mexican Art. I was excited to go, and of course, excited to shoot as much as I could.

Mural

The drive to Chicago was long, but we went through neighborhoods rich with art and color.

Fading

When we finally arrived at the museum, we had to wait at a nearby park for the previous tour to end. Thankfully, there was a nice man selling churros that we all ran to.

Churro man

Before our tour, we got the chance to go into the museum gift shop.

Finally, we drove to a huge Mexican restaurant for lunch.

 

It was a really fun day. It was surprising how much we all spoke in Spanish to each other just because we could. I will say that Spanish is one of my hardest classes. There is just a disconnect for me to be learning all these advanced honors subjects and then walk into a class and attempt to learn a whole different language. But, today was fun and made me realize how much I really do know, which is always shocking when it’s finally put to the test.

Peace

 

To me, not posting for a while means one of two things; either I’m living in a gross cycle of redundancy that isn’t worth talking about let alone taking a photo of, or I’m so busy I just physically can’t find the time.

Lately, it’s been because I’m way too busy. But today, on the day I have the most homework of all the days this week, I decide to have fun. My friend and I ran home, grabbed my camera, and drove to our favorite farm market to get the best apple cider in the world. His birthday was on Monday and mine is coming up, so we did it as a present to ourselves. We were little kids again, running around the corn maze and totally not getting lost because I’m such control freak. It was a blast. Then we drove back toward home, drinking apple cider out of our individual ‘birthday’ gallons and eating warm apple cider doughnuts instead of cake. On the way, we pulled into a conservation district where I got a few shots, but it reminded me of my favorite one that we haven’t been to in a while. We got completely and utterly lost, but eventually made it right at sunset. It was beautiful and all in all a great afternoon. Tomorrow we’ve decided to go to the apple orchard we saw when we were lost. If you can’t tell, fall is my favorite season… : )

Here’s a few shots from the day!

Day 35-madison

Today we spent part of the day in Madison for my grandma’s birthday. I attempted to do street photography, but it didn’t go so well. I mainly did what I normally do. I tried so hard to capture people, but we were walking fast and I always ended up too close to the person to take the shot. The ones of people that I will post were shot without looking through the viewfinder though, so I am proud of those few!

What kids do when their parents aren't paying attention...

The entire town is in unanimous hatred for Walker

 

Bumper stickers are my favorite things on the planet

 

I LOVE this photo and I LOVE opinionated buttons!

 

Lucky little guy...

I debated a little bit about posting this shot. I did shoot it without looking through the viewfinder, so I am proud, but I didn’t know how people would receive it. Anyway, I thought she was adorable and I love what it turned into with cropping and going black and white.

Day 30-people photography

Wow! Freshly pressed works! Thank you so much for all the views and comments and likes!

So, enough with the frilly flowers. While the macro shots were fun, I love people photography the most. I’m just not very good at doing it, so frilly flowers are easier. 🙂

Street performers in San Francisco

I didn’t have time take photos today because we were traveling, so I went back thru previous trips to find people photography. Enjoy!

Military man with tuba on street corner

That's so going to be me one day! I love birds.

Flute player in Golden Gate Park

I think he caught me! Hopefully he didn't mind 🙂

BY FAR my favorite photo I've ever taken. Beggars on the corner of Haight and Ashbury, a pictorial sign begging for what appears to be money and pot, dreadlocks and a pit bull. God I love San Fran.

Day 29

This photo says it all. Best car in the best state in the best town by the best ocean. Need I say more?

Flock of pelicans over pacific ocean

Graffiti in redwoods

California's artichoke fields!

Beach photographer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 28-homeless garden take 2

I say homeless garden “take 2” because the last time I went there, my camera was stolen hours later so all my photographs of that day were lost. However, that could be a good thing because these shots are a lot better.

I ended up getting a camera almost twice as nice as my old one. I went from a 12 mega pixel sony alpha 330 with a 18-55 mm lens and a 50-200mm lens to a 18 mega pixel canon rebel t2i with a 18-55 mm lens and a 55-250 mm lens.

Love the blur of the teddy bear sunflower in the background

The Homeless Garden Project in Santa Cruz, CA is a place where homeless citizens go to volunteer and in return receive job training. Some become staff at the garden shop. Basically, there is a open field filled with beautiful flowers and vegetables and it’s open to the community. A bouquet, that you pick yourself, is only about $4.

The job training comes in the form of creating and maintaing beautiful gardens while also helping the community when they come to gather them. It teaches discipline and social skills.

I’ve been having a blast with cropping and zooming. I can go much farther due to the increase in mega pixels in my new camera. I had a hard time choosing shots to post, so bear with me thru a few too many!

They're teddy bear sunflowers were incredible

This almost looks like the main flower has a reflection.

This one looks like it's giving the hand signal for love

The first thing I thought of when I saw these was Rastafarians.

LOVE. Just by cropping, it turned a photo of a boring flower into what almost looks like an oil painting

While I do believe that powerful, worthy, meaningful, inspirational, impactful photography has a “heartbeat” or “soul” in it, or at least a message, I do believe that nature and other objects can be fun and beautiful. Peace!

Day 25-big sur

Purple sand foot print at Pfeiffer beach in Big Sur

Ocean, seaweed, photographer 🙂

This is our dog when we're in california. Her name is Tolinka which is just awful and she's really ugly but has a cute personality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 24-DIRTY hippies

While I am not a complete hippie, a friend does call me a dirty hippie, although I’m not dirty…till today. Today. Today was an interesting day. We drove down the mountain from our cabin and took a hike down a railroad track along the ocean. On the way back to the car, we walked thru an artichoke field and the sprinklers turned on. As we approached our car, we noticed the backseat window was smashed and my camera was gone. I immediately started sobbing. A friend that is with us lost her purse and all identification to get on a plane. We spent at least 4 hours on our iPhone’s trying to cancel accounts, replace stuff that was stolen and get a new car. After being on the phone with 45 million different people, we found a car that would be returned to a location in a few hours. It, of course, never came back and after waiting all afternoon we were cranky to say the least. We decided to leave the car at the dealer and rent from another company. My mom and I convinced this dude to wait 10 minutes after they closed, only to get there and find out that all he had was a Toyota Yaris (which with 4 people is the equivalent of a rice cooker on wheels). We decided to call the place at the airport and drive the car all the way back and switch it. Only bummer is its like an hour away and glass shards were flying into the car from the broken window along with freezing cold air. Now our plan is to have some tow truck dude from the original rental car company come and switch cars with us in a mountain town market in the dark. YAHOO. Due to the fact that my camera was stolen, today’s blog post is now a picture I took with my iPhone, which, thank you God, was in my pocket.

A final thought on that subject is that I forgot my original camera battery at home and had to get one at some place out here. When we plugged it in it started on fire, so they took that and now we’re thinking they won’t know it starts on fire……………….

We actually went to a place called the Homeless Garden Project in Santa Cruz before that all happened and if my camera hadn’t been stolen, my photos would have been something like this. Basically it’s a store where homeless people make stuff that teaches them how to have a job and there’s also a garden built on open land that homeless people work in to train to have a job. People from the community can come and pick flowers or vegetables/fruits and can buy products from the store. It’s a pretty cool gig and I captured some awesome shots.

 

 

Day 21-tree hugging dirt worshipper?…yea…that’s me.

My dad at our favorite look out on the loop road around Big Basin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 19-CALIFORNIA!

I’m finally back! While I live in Illinois, it feels more like I’m visiting there and actually live here. I don’t quite know why, but we just love it here. This trip we are here for 12 days, and it’s nice to just wake up and be able to bum around town. A ton has happened since the last time I was here in March. We try to do a trip in July, October, December and March. Since our last trip, the worst year of school ever ended, I finally am at peace (kinda) with losing two friends-one from death and one from life-, I gained an internship with my favorite place on the planet so I get to spend a ton of time there, and I got invited to possibly go to Zambia, Africa with one of my best friends. All in all, last time I was here life was good, and it’s good again for this trip.

 

Day 17-a to z

Today, my town (Crystal Lake, IL) held something called “The Clinic” at a church. Basically, there was a room with dentists, a room with optometrists, hair stylists with optional family portraits to follow, and a mobile food pantry.  A to Z Literacy Movement is an organization in which I am associated and have been since pretty early on, and we had a room at The Clinic for families to pick out books for their kids or for the kids themselves to take home. A to Z mainly ships collected books to third-world countries, but the ones that we find unfit (ex:barbie/disney) go to places in the United States. My friend (left) and I (right) were in the room the whole time and we had a blast helping kids find books, but also helping adults make choices for their little ones. My favorite part of the day was when a Spanish speaking woman came in and asked, in Spanish of course, if we had any books that could teach her English. No one else but my friend and I spoke any Spanish, and we totally knew what she was saying, which was so much fun! A lot of folks that came in only spoke Spanish and translating was really a neat experience. I loved when grandmas would come in looking for their grandchildren or when new moms and dads would come in wanting to start their little one’s library. I loved the smiles when we tried to help the kids and the look in their eyes when we’d say “You can take as many as you want!” My friend and I have different reading tastes but are both big readers, so between us we’d read almost everything. It was fun knowing that they would read the same books we enjoyed so much.

The one thing that I struggle with when I share about my involvement in A to Z is when people talk back about it being in Africa when we live in America. Even though we are helping in America as well, that is our main location and it just kills me when people undermine it just because it’s far away. I’m 15, and not to be frank but I feel like working with this organization in my spare time is a lot better than the alternatives, and seriously, if you want A to Z to be working here, thank us for what we do there first and offer your involvement to change it to the way you want it, don’t just criticize. And if you don’t want to get involved, shh! Not everything can please everyone. If there is good in the effort, that’s all that can really matter.

My goal is to go to Zambia, Africa (A to Z’s main output destination) soon! I would love to be with the kids there and just have that type of experience.

All in all, great day!

Day 16-six days!

I had only had my camera for like a week when I shot this… I am convinced a little bit of photography is luck, and this shot was definitely luck. I’ll be back here in six days and I hope I get this lucky again! While I do feel the best photography has a “heart beat” in it, this is pretty good too….

Day 15-san francisco

This is my favorite photograph I’ve ever taken. There is something about the graffiti pole framing the left and the fact that the two people are gazing into space but the dog is staring right at you. The cardboard sign with drawings almost makes you wonder if they’re illiterate or if they were just high when they did it. What makes it even better is that they are sitting on the corner of Haight Ashbury. I did not take this photograph today but since I’m going back in 6 days I can’t help but be focused on that.

Day 14-here? no. there? yes!

I have a slight obsession with the entire state of California… My dream is to go to University of California Berkeley and that has been my dream for four years now. Santa Barbara and San Diego are on the list but not any where near as amazing to me as Berkeley. I have been to the state five times and in nine days I will be returning. It’s outline is a pendant that never leaves my neck and it truly is where I’d always like to be. Illinois is not the place for me. Combine that with McHenry County and it’s like oil and water. This is a poster in my room combining my inner “dirty hippie” with my extreme love for the home of all dirty hippies, California.