same tree, same place, same moment
it was final project week. i had left at 3am to rest my mind and my body before returning 6am. i liked coming in at this time because all of my classmates were leaving in order to avoid the 7am parking tickets. the lights were off, the room was still, i was in flow. instant messenger was my tunnel to the outside world during final projects; the only way i interacted with people outside of seaton. however, this may morning, it became my poison, as it carried to me the one thing that had the capability to bring down an entire semester's worth of work: a virus. it slipped in without warning and with no invitation, destroying my machine. i was left helpless. reformat was my command; i cringed at the sound of that word. i had no time for this. reformatting my entire computer was not built into my project schedule, it wasn't part of my contingency plan. argh.
i had to get out of studio, free from seaton, away from campus, far from the city. manhattan's a small town [known as the little apple] tucked away in the flint hills of kansas. tuttle creek, underutilized by many of its citizens and actually more like a small lake, is my escape. i love this place. i have camped between its trees, studied on its shores, and skinny-dipped in its waters. i have watched shooting stars on the roof of its shelters, rode my bike over its hills, worshiped under its heavens. today, i just drove on its roads. i had to clear my head of floor plans and circulation diagrams. i had to forget about the daunting task that lay ahead of me. my windows were down and my music was up; i let it all go. a lone tree standing in the middle of an amber field stopped me mid thought. it seemed to be asking me to take its picture. i stopped my car, grabbed my ever present canon and began to shoot. as i walked around the tree i was baffled. the pictures i was taking from the back of the tree looked nothing like the image that first caught my attention. it was the same tree, same place, same moment, yet from each side, i saw an entirely different picture.
i could come up with some kind of metaphor [or simile, or analogy...i get them all mixed up] to give reason to this image. but really, i have none. every photo has its own story, a context, a reason. and i guess more than anything, i just wanted to tell this picture's story.
[oh, and thank goodness for partitioned drives...]
i had to get out of studio, free from seaton, away from campus, far from the city. manhattan's a small town [known as the little apple] tucked away in the flint hills of kansas. tuttle creek, underutilized by many of its citizens and actually more like a small lake, is my escape. i love this place. i have camped between its trees, studied on its shores, and skinny-dipped in its waters. i have watched shooting stars on the roof of its shelters, rode my bike over its hills, worshiped under its heavens. today, i just drove on its roads. i had to clear my head of floor plans and circulation diagrams. i had to forget about the daunting task that lay ahead of me. my windows were down and my music was up; i let it all go. a lone tree standing in the middle of an amber field stopped me mid thought. it seemed to be asking me to take its picture. i stopped my car, grabbed my ever present canon and began to shoot. as i walked around the tree i was baffled. the pictures i was taking from the back of the tree looked nothing like the image that first caught my attention. it was the same tree, same place, same moment, yet from each side, i saw an entirely different picture.
i could come up with some kind of metaphor [or simile, or analogy...i get them all mixed up] to give reason to this image. but really, i have none. every photo has its own story, a context, a reason. and i guess more than anything, i just wanted to tell this picture's story.
[oh, and thank goodness for partitioned drives...]
posted by jill m at 10:05 PM
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