Another random photo.
I know the point of this class is to make us better photographers, better people.
But his policy of breaking us down so we can build ourselves back up, well, I don't know.
Because apparently he hasn't met me.
I was already pretty low.
And now.
Well now. I don't know how much more I can build up what isn't there.



He got inside my head and now I can't get it his thoughts out.

Someone wrote this on both the elevator walls in Moore Hall. I found it after a particularly long stressful day and I have to admit, it made me chuckle.
Life is funny that way.

Messages seem to find you right when you need them.
Or maybe you just need to learn to open your eyes.

Because its been awhile.
This is for my still-life assignment.
Its not really champagne, but ginger ale.
Little photo secret. You become clever in finding cheap alternatives.

I wish I could have posted my painting with life assignment for Halloween...
but that was not a good time for me.
Things are still crazy but I'm trying to keep my head above water.

New story.
This one scares me.
Its time to sink or swim Jessica.