Archive for March, 2008

I Can’t Think of a Title.

Monday, March 17th, 2008

Have you ever noticed how, when people go on vacation to places, they tend to take photos of themselves in front of the thing they went to see? Except, the thing is, the person always puts their back towards the thing. So it almost seems like the photo becomes more important than the act of being there in the first place. Which seems kind of sad, that the primary visual memory of the place is not you interacting with or enjoying the place, but rather standing there, static, with your back to the excitement. I don’t know, I just thought it was kind of an interesting thought…

Anyway, we ended up going to Jerome for a night. Jerome is basically a conglomeration of old buildings and artist studios, so that was pretty exciting, especially considering my “love” for old buildings!

I’ll fix my gallery and upload the rest sometime this week… hopefully.
And my photoblog really is coming back. It’s just, uh, suffering some difficulties of the technical nature… :)

Have a lovely day – farewell!

Spring Break

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

Alas, a break from classes! Well, at least until next week.

It looks like we’ll be going somewhere tomorrow, however, in typical Body-fashion, we still haven’t determined where.
That’s pretty much the excitement of my break thus far. Maybe I’ll end up with some swell photos at least. :)

Renaissance

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

(I’ve typed that word so many times, and the spelling still makes me think, haha)

Most of you probably know I’ve been working at the Renaissance Festival the past few weeks (shooting/sellings bows and arrows). I think the one thing I “love” most about it is the extreme variety of people! Seriously, it ranges from everything from people in elaborate joker costumes to Jack Sparrow look-a-likes to people who try (and fail) miserably to talk with accents. Okay, so maybe I’m the only one the last one applies to, but still.

There is this fantastic group of people who play Celtic music every morning that is sheer amazingness. And a group of performers who play guitar and write their showtimes on their legs so they don’t “forget”. There’s this fantastic old man named Daiku who makes bird whistles and has a fuzzy beard. And the glass blowers next to us, who make lovely vases and bowls and flowers and such. Then there’s always the guy who can do amazing things with a whip.

…And that’s just to name a few! I think what astounds me most is all the talent. Maybe astounds isn’t the right word; more like fascinates. How cool would it be to travel around and do what you love? To sing or to blow glass or crack whips or make bird whistles – or whatever it is you’re awesome at – to find that thing you love and do it every day, and to be able to travel and do it. It’s actually a really exciting thought, and it pretty much makes me really happy, so I thought I’d share. :)

On another note, I think I may have died having to wear Renaissance attire every day. Though, the abundance of Celtic music would probably have made up for that. And the authentic accents, because those rock a lot, too.

Have a lovely rest-of-the-week. (Yay for Spring Break coming up soon!)