Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Deady Hall
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School starts Monday for UO students. I'm looking forward to physics, functions, applied social research and a senior thesis. Joy Joy...
I've gathered up the courage (finally!) to attend the Eugene Weblogger Get-together next week. I'm sure my camera and I will have lots to report back with.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Fort Rock Cave
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I have returned from an overnight trip to SE Oregon with my geography class. We visited Fort Rock (near Paisley, Oregon)and the famous "sandal cave" where sagebrush sandals dating back to 9,000 years ago were excavated in the 1930's.
Of course, these are a replica of what was found. But apparently I made a big boo-boo while at the cave. The site is not only revered by Native Americans, but it is also on the National Heritage Site list. We were asked not to disturb anything on site and to treat the area with much respect. I did so, feeling a deep sense of sacredness and spirituality while I photographed the area (it was that similar feeling of humbleness that came over me when I visited the reception hall of the Milwaukee Art Museum). Half an hour into the guided tour and I was poking around in the dirt and rocks. I happened to find a large piece of obsidian rock (when I say large, I'm only talking 2-3 inches long).
I picked it up and dusted it off. I didn't even have to dig it out of the ground; it was simply just resting on top of some other rocks. I showed it to the professor and got a rather stern look in return. Other people were sitting, standing, rocking back and forth on and poking around the rocks and boulders. But I happen to find a unique rock and I'm the bad guy. Go figure. I know that it's illegal to remove such items from historic sites. I had no intention of doing so, less that I take some sort of bad karma with me. I simply found the rock to be appealing enough to touch.
I have returned from an overnight trip to SE Oregon with my geography class. We visited Fort Rock (near Paisley, Oregon)and the famous "sandal cave" where sagebrush sandals dating back to 9,000 years ago were excavated in the 1930's.
Of course, these are a replica of what was found. But apparently I made a big boo-boo while at the cave. The site is not only revered by Native Americans, but it is also on the National Heritage Site list. We were asked not to disturb anything on site and to treat the area with much respect. I did so, feeling a deep sense of sacredness and spirituality while I photographed the area (it was that similar feeling of humbleness that came over me when I visited the reception hall of the Milwaukee Art Museum). Half an hour into the guided tour and I was poking around in the dirt and rocks. I happened to find a large piece of obsidian rock (when I say large, I'm only talking 2-3 inches long).
I picked it up and dusted it off. I didn't even have to dig it out of the ground; it was simply just resting on top of some other rocks. I showed it to the professor and got a rather stern look in return. Other people were sitting, standing, rocking back and forth on and poking around the rocks and boulders. But I happen to find a unique rock and I'm the bad guy. Go figure. I know that it's illegal to remove such items from historic sites. I had no intention of doing so, less that I take some sort of bad karma with me. I simply found the rock to be appealing enough to touch.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Waldo Lake, Nine Years Later
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In 1996, a fire burned more than 10,000 acres of forest at Waldo Lake. The fire reached the north shore of the lake. Today the destruction is still visible and the burned area is eerily silent compared to the rest of the forest. There are signs of life, however. Small clumps of grass, little purple flowers and a few tiny lodge pole pines peeking up through the dusty and charcoal covered ground show that the earth is slowly healing herself.
In 1996, a fire burned more than 10,000 acres of forest at Waldo Lake. The fire reached the north shore of the lake. Today the destruction is still visible and the burned area is eerily silent compared to the rest of the forest. There are signs of life, however. Small clumps of grass, little purple flowers and a few tiny lodge pole pines peeking up through the dusty and charcoal covered ground show that the earth is slowly healing herself.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Photography is a means of recording forever the things one sees for a moment. -Aaron Sussman
A fellow blogger and friend allowed me to take his photograph this weekend. I love getting every expression, every line of his face on film. I love capturing a genuine smile. Henri Cartier-Bresson was once quoted as saying 'What is more fleeting than the expression on a face?' My goal is to find those fleeting moments that make up the life of a face and bring them together to show the full range of someone's personality and emotions. By doing so, the photographs are less 2-d and more of a 3-d representation of my subject and this is how I prefer to see my world and the beauty that lies within it. I'm discovering that the camera is allowing me to not only see the best in other people, it is allowing me to see the best within myself.
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