Stairway to Heaven

The beach is a magical place.

My friend once told me that “we like to walk on the beach… [because] all the cells in our bodies realize they’re close to their mom.”

With that thought in mind, we journeyed to La Jolla, a beautiful beach in Southern California, to find inspiration for both photography and blogging.Stairway to Heaven

There, I was entranced by the the curves of this nigh stairway. The smoothed stones create a path towards the light, with pockets of darkness dotting the winding journey.

Overall, the beach was a success, where we encountered crab friends, crashing waves, sand and rocks, and, of course, friendship.

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To USD:

To the friends I lost and made

in the shade

of the Immaculata;

To the late nights,

And,

of course,

to the early mornings;

To drinking more coffee

than my bladder could hold;

To the classes on crying;

To the professors who barely tolerated our existence,

And to those whose words changed mine;

Goodbye, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen.

Until graduate school (coming to Indiana, August 2016).IMG_3114

Ode to Siblings

A few days ago, I had the pleasure of working in a classroom for children with special needs. It was a small classroom, with no more than ten students, which allowed me to get to know the students on an intimate level.

Halfway through the day, at an assembly, a little boy came to sit by us, specifically by his twin sister in the class. For the few hours I had been with her, she had spent her time dozing comfortably in her chair. When she saw her brother, she lit up brilliant. Suddenly, she was laughing as he played with her hands and smiling each time he looked her way. When his class left, he kissed her cheeks, and scurried after his peers.

For the remainder of the day, he would duck in and out of the classroom. As he finished his work, his teacher would allow him free time to spend with his sister. They would giggle together, sharing secrets and smiles, until he had to return to class. He would kiss her cheeks again, and as he left, she would follow with her eyes. She would sleep until his next visit.

This brother and sister have a  pure and unconditional love for one another, one so deep that I couldn’t help but reflect on my own life. I realize how lucky this girl and I are, for we both have caring big brothers, always looking out for us, making us smile, and  protecting us from harm.

So, to my big brother, on his birthday, thank you for loving me so unconditionally.

The Dancing Needle

NeedlesRecently, a record player was added to our collection. Although I have always loved music, this was my first time interacting with this old and pure technology, and I was instantly mesmerized.

The unadulterated voices suddenly had such depth.

The soft whirring was like the click-clacking of a roller coaster, building up anticipation.

The needle danced with the music, adjusting when necessary, accentuating melancholic lows and boisterous highs.

Why did we ever abandon this?

Best Friends are for Nagging

One of my dearest friends has returned for the summer, and one of the first things she did was nag me:

“You need to post on your blog more.”

When I responded that I wasn’t posting because I wasn’t taking many pictures, she simply said, “Well, then take more pictures!”

So, yesterday, for the first time in a while, I pulled out my camera for a beach adventure.

As per usual, she was right.

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She knows my good side.

We (I) had a fantastic time exploring every crook, looking for crabs and other shore life, while adjusting ISOs, F-Stops, and focal points.

I cannot wait to see how the photos turned out.

And to you, my dear sweet friend, thank you for encouraging me (like always).