Today’s lunch brought to us by the University of San Diego gardeners, and their beautiful creation!
As a side note, it’s a bit harder than I anticipated to find and craft these lunchbox photos. There is so much more to photography than “point and shoot,” and I think it is really easy to fall into that hole if you’re not at least a bit precaution. Plus, whenever I try and take a photo of my lunchbox, people tend to look at me with an odd expression…
Every day brings the opportunity for improvement, though!
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:
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!
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
There are certain subjects that I constantly take pictures of, like my dogs,
my breathtaking campus,
and, of course, my love (who is also my muse, but rarely allows me to photograph him).
However, one thing that I am perpetually amazed by– and take photos of every chance I get!– is the Pacific Ocean.
Being near such an extensive and vast body of water is humbling, to say the least, but it is also empowering.
Dipping my toes in the water feels like going home. It feels like hitting the refresh button.
Breathing in the salty air causes my true soul to resurface and renews my hope for the future.
Those crashing waves that dance eternally with the coast remind me of childhood, and waiting impatiently until summer to jump into that first wave. I hope that every opportunity I get, I will wade into the water and reconnect with Mother Ocean.