Category Archives: Weekly Photo Challenge

Frankfurt am Main

Frankfurt am Main. After only a few hours in the city, I was in love.

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How could anyone see that without at least a little bit of awe?

Although I could list dozens of things I loved about the city, my favorite was the unique blend of old and new. One minute, we were standing in the heart of the city above, while only a short walk away is the historic Frankfurt Cathedral (below).

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From the Frankfurt Cathedral’s bell tower, we stood in the old, and were dazzled by the new.

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The strong gothic architecture provides such a stark contrast to the soaring skyscrapers; the old yields to the overpowering new.

These structures are the heights of their respective century’s technology. Truly, this cathedral, in which emperors of the Holy Roman Empire were coronated, must have struck pilgrims down in wonder. Today, the dizzying heights of the new buildings have the same sort of effect. Really, then, are these building contrasting? Or saying the same thing, in a different language?

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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.

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?

Spiraling

Circles.

Perhaps the most comforting shape, circles are, to me, a symbol of perfection, sohprosyne, and even patience. I have never been able to draw a perfect circle, but, as this article argues, it is impossible; instead, it is just the idea of the circle that drives us forward.

Taken at Schloss Rosenstein, the below photo of spiraling branches is not a perfect circle. However, it shows nature conforming to laws it itself is unaware of, like mathematics and science. As the branches frame the valley of houses and farms below, as they curl into and over one another, the idea of the circle is captured.
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Maybe one day these trees will curl into a circle. Maybe they won’t. Either way, this moment of spiraling beauty is one that I wouldn’t trade.

Thursdays Are Underrated

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Extra)ordinary.”

If you think about it, Thursdays are really something spectacular.

You go about your daily routine, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep so that you can wake up on Friday.

Really, Thursdays are like a weekly Christmas Eve!

Or maybe not.

The point of this post is just to call attention to an object, a location, and a person in my life that, like Thursday, just don’t get the respect they deserve.

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This is my dear friend, Zoë, in the USD Writing Center, with my lunchbox.

There is so much more that could be said about all of these objects, but, at least at the present moment, I’ll be brief and simply say that these are A Few of My Favorite Things.

Take Me Back?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Place.”

For me, my happy place is wherever Ross is.

My best friend.
My best friend.

Cheesy, I know.
But he really is someone that I know I can rely on, not to mention the fact that he truly listens, understands, and supports me mentally. (**As a side note, this is not to discredit the love and support of my family, without which I would be a significantly less happy individual.**)

Sometimes, though, you just need to reset the system. Turn the computer on and off again, because then perhaps everything would just run more smoothly. When I need that, there is only one place on my mind: Grandpa’s land.
The Wisconsin River
I haven’t spent as much time as I would like to in these woods, but every visit to this isolated sanctuary is refreshing and revitalizing.
The Forest Plus, how can you beat that view?