Shadows and Lights and Exit Signs

What do you get when you make an impatient journalism student wait in a dark space with several strange light sources for over an hour? A photo shoot of course!

While I loved the thrill of riding the many death-contraptions at Busch Gardens, the best part of the experience was definitely this shoot. I loved being able to be silly and just play with my phone and the angles to see what would happen. We even used our phone flashlights to add light (it was really dark in there.) I’m sure the people around us thought we were crazy or annoying, or both–we were on the floor several times and I accidentally spooked a woman by bumping into her–but it all ended well. No one screamed or complained and we all eventually got what we wanted: to get on the fast-paced ride that spins you forward, backward, and sideways (which is not great on an empty stomach, or a full one I imagine), Cobra’s Curse.

 

I’m still waiting for some photos to be sent (they were taken on several other phones since I left mine in the locker) so I’ll be updating this post as I receive them.

 

 

 

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Sabine Joseph and The Temple of Doom

Bored.

That was my primary state for most of Spring Break. I worked hard and played harder, taking advantage of the Hulu subscription I’ll have for a limited time (I finally caught up on Brooklyn Nine-Nine and it’s bittersweet.) On Wednesday, my friend Giuly came to save me from my cocoon of misery. I went over on the pretense of doing homework, but as always we quickly abandoned that in favor of gossiping, snacking, and watching YouTube videos. I played with her (but really my) dog Bubbles whom I’m missed dearly. By the time I went back home, I was pretty much out of my rut and feeling a whole lot better.

Two days later, I left my cave and went out into the world once more. I had a free student admission ticket to the Youth Fair (thank you MDCPS!) so my godsister took me to complete our month-long quest for fried Oreos.

To give you some context: I’ve been staying with my godsister and her mother since early March while my mom is away on a business trip. From the moment I stepped in the house, my godsister constantly expressed her craving for fried Oreos. We went to Dolphin Mall just to stop by the Cobb Theater there that she thought sold them. They did not. I tried telling her we could make them. She refused. I tried getting my friends who retired from selling them to make a batch for her for her birthday. They continuously forgot despite my reminders.

Finally, we went to the Fair, and that’s where she found them. I felt like Indiana Jones (though I’ve never seen the movie) traveling to the temple to get the golden idol. We walked with purpose past all of the stands selling fried food that we didn’t come for until we saw a beautiful hut gleaming in the sun with a crown of fried Oreos on the top. We finally did it. It’s true what they say: victory is sweet (and fried and covered in powdered sugar.)

 

Snapping Smiles

Yesterday was Photo Day, a class-favorite activity in the Pinkroom. We were given fifteen minutes to frolic in the school courtyard and take pictures of anything. I know, it’s a big deal.

The allure of Photo Day is that it gives a bunch of giant toddlers who are treated like adults a chance to be themselves. Our adviser always tells us that we’re so amusing to watch because we all revert to our five-year-old selves.

We’re curious and adventurous again. Everything is a mysterious and new and it’s beautiful and wonderful. We chase lizards and moths and butterflies and birds. We roll in the grass and climb as high up on a tree as we can before getting lost. We wander around the familiar campus and see magic and stories in the things we once thought were mundane. We have young, reinvigorated eyes and the school we thought of as “plain Jane” suddenly became a place full of photo-worthy possibilities.

As everyone examined grass or trees as if they’d never seen them before, I watched them. Their smiles were as bright as the sunlight bathing them, and I was transfixed by the wondrous looks in their eyes and the thunderous laughter that boomed from their mouths. So naturally, I photographed them.

Unfortunately, due to some technical difficulties, a lot of the photos (and I mean a lot, like upwards of 100) were lost. Fortunately, I was able to save these favorites.

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Easter Brunch

In my family, we divided the holiday hosting duties between the sisters, and my mom ended up with Easter. True to her nature, Mom decided that the best way to celebrate Easter is with brunch (which is always more of a lunch really because no one is ever on time), and it is always a festive time full of food and family. We gather together in celebration of our faith and we talk and laugh and dance and sing until afternoon turns to evening and our guests have to go home and prepare for the Monday to come. Before the day arrives there is plenty of prep that can drive Mom mad, but Cassy (my “dearest” sister) and I can help to take the load off of her back. For Mom, despite the stress, when the day is done and our family goes home with full bellies and full hearts, it’s all worth it. This year was all little different— some relatives had to work and the rest of the “kids” are off at college— but through it all, some things remained the same. We still felt like a family even though some couldn’t be with us, and, just like every year, the macaroni didn’t arrive on time.

Monday in Midtown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#PhotographIt

Last week everyone in the Pinkroom started the #PhotographIt challenge. It’s a twitter challenge between just us Pinkroom staff that started last year and has been brought back for 2017. The challenge is a way for us to develop our photography skills while having fun and taking a break from the usual stress of being a Cambridge student, so I’ll be chronicling my progress here.

January 31, 2017

February 7, 2017

February 9, 2017

February 16, 2017

February 21, 2017

February 23, 2017

February 28, 2017

March 2, 2017

March 9, 2017

March 14, 2017

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March 28, 2017

April 4, 2017

Winter Wonderland

Because I am returning to school tomorrow and have yet to make a post celebrating the holiday season, I thought it fitting to share my photo essay of my experience at Santa’s Enchanted Forest. It had been years since I’d last gone so I savored every minute of it. I didn’t go on many rides or eat until I had that familiar fair-food sickness, but I had an amazing time and it was the perfect way to bring in the holidays.

Captured

Although this week was incredibly eventful, I can’t find words to describe it. I think it’s because too much time has passed between the moments and this post. Whatever the reason, I decided to sum up a portion of my week with photos. The photos that follow are from an assignment I was given with Alexandra Reboredo where we captured each other’s essence and moments in time.

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Photo Credit: (top left and bottom right) Alexandra Reboredo, (top right and bottom left) Google images

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Photo Credit: (top and bottom) Sabine Joseph, (middle) Google images