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Walkin’ in England

Our family dog is a Siberian Husky, whom we fondly and endearingly refer to as “Big Stupid.” He naturally requires to be taken on walks quite regularly, and although he has now moved back to San Diego, I am sure he misses walking through the English countryside as much as I do. Today, a rainy and gray day that is reminiscent of the English summer, I miss it especially. So, here are some of my favorite photos to remember my time by.

Arches of trees
Watching a dog and his owner
Bram, an Irish Wolfhound
A trickle of the River Kennet
My favorite short-cut to town
A directional post.

Für Meinen Vati


Heute ist dein Geburtstag. Ich bin leider nicht da, und ich vermisse dich sehr. Aber heute erinnere mich an unseren schönen Sommer zusammen! Obwohl wir können nicht mit einander diesen Geburtstag feiern, ich freue mich auf Weihnachten! Ich hoffe, dass heute wunderschön ist! Ich liebe dich!

-Deine Tochter, die sehr stolz von dir ist!


Today is your birthday. Unfortunately I am not there, and I miss you a lot. But today I remember our beautiful summer together! Although we can’t celebrate this birthday together, I look forward to Christmas! I hope your day is great! I love you!

-Your daughter, who is very proud of you!)

(And if I made a mistake in my German, I apologize!)

How Time Flies

A little over a month ago, I shared a post titled something along the lines of Shameless Self-Promotion. I had just set up my Fine Art America account, and I couldn’t wait to see what the coming weeks would bring.

Now, a little over a month later, my account officially has over 750 views (!). In all honesty, this really is nothing even moderately successful. There are other members that have tens of thousands of views, but I’m very content with how well my page has done, and am looking to continue!

In order to celebrate, because every modest moment is an opportunity to celebrate, I’ve decided to do a limited time promotion on my three favorite pieces:

Click here! Also, to check out the first post this picture was featured in, click on this one instead!
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These are available to ship world wide, but you have to act fast– these deals end on October 1 at 11:59 PM PST!

Every few hundred views, I will do something along these lines, so keep your eyes peeled for more!

In the meantime, check back for more lunchbox adventures and weekly photo challenge responses!

Dew Drops

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

This week’s blog challenge was straightforward as I read through it: post a picture that only has one color. My first though, perhaps naturally, was to take a picture, apply a black and white filter, and move on with my life.

But that didn’t quite feel right. These challenges are designed to encourage me to grow as a photographer, not just as assignments to be completed.

I wanted to find a way to incorporate more than one color into an image, when I stumbled on this ol’ beauty:


This was taken along the River Kennet in Marlborough, Wiltshire. I originally was going to display it in my Blooms Along the River Kennet posts, but seeing as the blooms weren’t the focus, I decided to wait until the right opportunity arose, and I am truly glad that I did.

As I look at this picture in a more reflective light, I am absolutely stunned. The greens of a relatively mundane patch of grass are vibrant as they hum with life. The dew drops along the single blade of grass reflect a wide variety of colors, from pink to blue, with yellows, oranges, and even purples within every single droplet. Little white flowers seem to echo the green of their neighboring stalks, and the blade of grass dying, just to the left of the one supporting the water, has begun to decay, and now reveals the brown within the green.

Nature really is something special, if you let it be.

Drumroll, Please!

Sometimes, inspiration can be a bit challenging to find. He’s an elusive, mysterious, and generally difficult beast, who can persuade the unwary into spending many hours in futile attempt to ensnare him…

… but the joke’s on him! I’ve got ’em!

This summer, at the local Asda, I found perhaps the coolest lunchbox ever:

Photo of Satchel lunchbox from here

There was a relatively steep price tag attached to this bag, though, and due to that, my dad requested he see pictures of every where I take the bag, and thus a new series was created!

Although I make no promises of how often the bag will be featured, I am hoping to showcase the bag in various locations (perhaps even with different people?) about once a week.

Today’s image, seeing as it is the first post of it’s kind, is from my first day back on campus:


For those of you who are familiar with USD, this is on one of the benches in the courtyard between Founder’s and Camino Hall. It was a gorgeous day, and is a great way to begin this series!

Stay tuned for more Lunchbox Adventures!

From A to B

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

Walking over the M4.
Walking over the M4.

Staying connected in the 21st century, specifically 2015, should be a breeze. Social media allows you instantaneously add friends you’ve just met five minutes ago as well as remain in contact with family thousands of miles away; modes of transportation, e.g. planes, trains, and automobiles, are becoming faster and safer every day; and ultimately, humanity has evolved to be a social creature from the outset.

To a greater or lesser degree, I guess I’m just trying to impress upon whomever may read this, we should all be old pros at connections.

But in reality, time and distance still seem to conquer relationships.

I don’t have a question I’m posing, or an answer to all of life’s woes, but more thinking as I type.

I suppose our best bet is to hope the bridge that unites a relationship is built from both sides, and to remember to make necessary repairs before it falls into disuse.

(Photos via here and here)

Homeward Bound

It feels like just yesterday I was landing in Heathrow, excited to see all that summer had to offer, including what adventures Dad and I would get into, and how many pictures we would take. As I board the plane for the twelve-hour flight home, I cannot believe how truly wonderful my summer was. My dad and I had an absolute blast, even if we were just having a pint at the pub, and there are so many pictures I simply didn’t get around to posting, so when I’m missing England, I’ll reminisce… But for now, here are my favorite photos of a busy summer.

Thank you, Dad, for not only supporting me for 21 years, but also for giving me an opportunity most kids only dream of. “Thank you” seems too small to let you know how sincerely I appreciate this, but for now it will have to suffice. I will cherish these memories forever.

Cheers, England. Until next time. Xx.

P.S.: The tags at the bottom of this post link to other blog posts from this summer. There are quite a few, but if you are interested in seeing the original posts, feel free to click around and explore!