Procrastination means that I am looking through drafts that go back years and years, which led me to discover this photo-post from last summer which got forgotten about. Last summer, we got chickens. 11 chickens, to be precise. 10 hens and one very, very testosterone-ridden rooster. They are my absolute favorite things in the world and really the main reason I can’t wait to be home is that I miss them like hell. So here they are.
Or, I get “interesting” with a scanner
There’s a museum in LA called the Museum of Broken Relationships which I’ve never been to, but nonetheless feel I can judge. I only bring this up because these photographs of dried corsages and boutonnieres from high school dances I made at the end of the summer strike me as something which could very well be in the same vein. They aren’t—I was experimenting with scanner photography and seized upon the nearest available interesting things to scan at well-past midnight one night. There isn’t any latent (or blatant) symbolism here. But imagine a gallery full of these, each supposedly symbolizing the demise of a high school love. Each with a little blurb about or from the person whose corsage or boutonniere it (supposedly) was. Broken relationships, dried-up high school dreams, shriveled romances. Dead flowers, dead relationships. You get the picture. John Quinn would probably love it.
In which, to escape suffocation in the city, we flee to the Hamptons—where it’s at least a degree cooler, the air is full of salt, the bookstores sell 50 dollar stationery, and the moon proves an interesting paintbrush.
This gallery contains 41 photos.
This gallery contains 40 photos.
Which means a few things. Number one is that I’m 21. And have been for a couple weeks. Two is that I’m about a month into second semester. Three is that racing season is approaching. Four is that Ryan is leaving for Greece soon. Five is that miiiiidterms are coming. Fast. Six is that spring break is also coming!
Ok. Done for now.
In light of the fact that February is nearly over, I’m surfacing momentarily on here so that February won’t be a ginormous blank spot. But mainly because I’m overwhelmed by the amount of work I need to get done today and don’t want to think about it, much less do it. The usual, then.
So here’s a bit of a pictorial update on my life. With very little commentary. Because I’m rolling like that today. More to follow. But for now, have this: