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.
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.
The prep can be stressful, but we still manage to have fun.
Our youngest cousin Neyissa dazzled us with her dancing. (1/2)
Neyissa gave her dad a hug after an adorable father-daughter dance
Her playfulness distracted her brother while he was supposed to be doing homework.
They shared a laugh as Cassy showed them a funny photo on her phone.
The macaroni is finally here!
Cassy and Uncle Patrick dig in when “Brunch” is finally ready.
Uncle Patrick gives Cassy some advice as they serve themselves.
While on a break, Raphael shows Neyissa a game on his phone.
Signs like these are strewn across the plaza, welcoming visitors to Midtown.
Among all of the high-end shops and restaurants is the somewhat less glamorous street art of Midtown.
There were plenty of top-tier stores like Guess to be found, with less sophisticated places like FIVE-GUYS scattered between them.
Kiosks selling trinkets like these lined the sidewalks of the plaza.
A young girl runs around the open area, hugging the art as she darts in and out of her parents’ view.
An elderly couple admires the art in the central area of the plaza, looking very much in love.
Trellises wound up this restaurant and those neighboring it in a somewhat secluded area of Midtown.
It seems that Bar Louie is visible from everywhere in Midtown. The words “Eat. Drink. Be Happy,” follow you throughout the plaza.
Open-air restaurants like these lined the streets of Midtown. They were so close that I heard the music playing from the neighboring restaurant as I sat here to have lunch.
Latteria sells it all: coffee, pastries, pasta, and gelato.
The centerpiece of Latteria’s interior is the gelato counter, which displays an array of decadent custard flavors.
The towering building is a sharp contrast to the much smaller shops it neighbors. I heard the sounds of construction on the building around midday. I thought it was street a street percussionist at first, a very bad one.
Construction workers on their way home, or possibly the speakeasy across the street, after a long day of work.
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
Diane Arbus said "A photograph is a secret about a secret The more it tells you, the less you know." Show me a secret's secret #PhotographIt
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.
The entrance to the park glowed as a lit up Santa greeted us merrily.
This stand is one of the first that you see when you enter the park and it’s tradition that we get an order of doughnuts. In line with all the changes of this year, we skipped out on the treats.
This was the first (and pretty much only) ride that we went on. There was music (that I didn’t know but everyone else seemed to enjoy) blasting and we loved it so much we took another spin.
We stopped for food at a sausage stand and my sister took a huge chunk out of her sandwich.
She managed not to get any mayo or mustard on her face, but she gave her sandwich a fresh coat of lipstick.
My god-sister pointed out the giant ferris wheel and suggested we go on it. I’m slightly terrified of them but was saved from getting on by the fact that it was closed.
As we approached the mechanical bull we were suddenly reunited with an old friend. We were a little surprised but not altogether shocked when he signed a waiver to take his turn.
He had a rocky start but managed to keep on for another speed setting or two . . .
and then he tumbled.
It started to rain so I took shelter under the awning of a burger stand.
We missed the show but were able to catch one of the sea lions stealing a kiss from his instructor.
This lamp from a custom lighting stand caught my attention as we were leaving the park.
As I left the park this giant Christmas tree gave a show, changing colors and patterns, and left me with a feeling of joy and increased excitement for Christmas to come.
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.
Photo Credit: (top left and bottom right) Alexandra Reboredo, (top right and bottom left) Google images
Photo Credit: (top and bottom) Sabine Joseph, (middle) Google images