Obama-rama

I went to the Obama rally at MSU yesterday. Saw a lot of cool things (except Obama). I got some interesting pictures of the crowd and the McCain protestors who were screaming in my ear the whole time. Classy.

I'll post pictures soon!

A poem

wrote using spartan-themed magnetic poetry words.

Hug.
starving,
sleeping --
having dream
like a bad kiss.

Unedited pictures of Butterflies

From the Mackinac Island Butterfly House. It's quite pricey, but if you're a photographer, it's a dream to work on your moving-insect skills.

Travel blogging

I've recently come to the conclusion that I now suck at being a travel blogger because I never go anywhere. But I guess I was on the decline in France when all I would do was post pictures and maybe write a brief summary of how fun/unfun it was. At this time, I've come to the conclusion that I need to change the way I write this blog or abandon it altogether. I'll make my decisions in the next month.

I think one of the main things is I'm just so lazy when it comes to blogging. I didn't used to be. In Ireland I'd write 4 page long descriptions of exactly what I did and where I went when I would travel. Now? It's all about the pictures. I love visual blogs, but my pictures are not appealing enough to stand on their own. And I have to remember that above all I want to write.

The summer has been wonderful. I forgot how beautiful Michigan can be in the summer (before the droughts set in). I've been thankful not to be in Dublin weather again -- a constant stream of rain clouds, puddles, and hair that will never just stay straight.

The coming months I'll be in for a lot of life changes while everything seemingly stays the same. I'll try to keep up with senior year as best I can.

Hopefully I won't lose sight of this blog. I thought about talking about books more, as I have in the past. Right now I'm reading A Widow for one Year by John Irving. I love his frank and perverted style.

An Outrageous Attempt by the Bush Administration to Undermine Women's Rights

Hillary Clinton speaks out for women's and men's right to healthcare and birth control Here.

I'm not dead

For those few of you that still keep up with this blog despite the lack of frequent entries and writing of substance, I'd like to announce that I am not dead. I expect to post some more entries next week after I get back from the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago.

Fun stuff.

Proof that Marcus came to Paris

noir et blanc

Some new black and whites I've been working on.





I really like the one of Cameron in color, too, but I wanted to emphasize the dandelion more, since I was unable to get its seeds blowing in the wind (the intention of the photo).

kind of into the wild

The second week of spring break I was left with nothing to do because my friends had already started their big european journeys, so I decided to find something to do by myself. Naturally, my thoughts turned to mountains and skiing. So, I fashioned myself a nice little trip to Geneva and Zermatt, Switzerland. Despite the scariness of being all alone in a foreign country, I managed to have an awesome adventure. Here are some pictures and I'll try to include some captions.

le jet d'eau


soccer ball is to commemorate that the euro '08 is going to be held in switzerland


flower clock





old town...a carnival and souvenir market


views from the cathedral





the organ in the cathedral








a square by the park


the famous giant chess games





the park where I spent like 6 hours reading and staring at the sky











reformation wall


another view of the jet d'eau


the Matterhorn


Me and a french kid I met, Samuel, standing on the Matterhorn. One of the coolest experiences of my life.


Skiing pics













Zermatt is a car-free town, so the taxis are all these little electric bus-things





a grave in the climber's cemetary, dedicated to everyone who has died in the mountains.

Biarritz

Over spring break, Marcus and I headed down to Basque country to go to the beach at Biarritz. This small french town is known for its surfing. Lots of money was spent, lots of sunburns happened, and lots of watching House in french while Marcus went to bed at 9 pm. Enjoy the few pictures I have!