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Photo Gallery written @ 9:32 PM on October 23, 2003 This weekend was my fall break, a magnificent four-day marathon in which I was in a state closest to comatose after two or three months of working my ass off this semester, and it began on Saturday when Christian, my roommate Tricia, and I went up to Columbus to visit Christian's hometown of Bexly. I have always had a soft spot for Columbus due to its artist-friendly atmosphere, but I really fell in love with the city this weekend, mostly due to the Bexly area. Bexly was founded over a hundred years ago, and today it's what you would imagine a classic American town to look like: a lovely main street with traditional street lamps and coffeehouses and crisscrossing roads arced with huge trees. In the autumn sunset it was beautiful; it seemed as though the entire environment was on fire and burned with color. I came with two cameras, one to spot painting materials and the other for my photography class assignment. We spent most of the time at Cuppa Joe's, Christian's favorite coffeehouse, and met many of his old high school friends, who, to be frank, take alternative living to a whole new level. They would have been honorary Posse members if I had gone through school with them. After coming back from Columbus Saturday night, I continued the rest of my break doing... absolutely nothing and lovin' every minute of it! Actually, I did accomplish a few things. I finished a lot of work on Book Two of my series, and it's proceeding along wonderfully. I'm thinking about publishing my stories online, but that's a project for further down the line if I ever seriously consider it. I also resumed job-hunting for winter break. I almost have my job at an art store in the bag, thanks to my dad who sweet-talked the bouncy woman I met the other day into asking me to call her about a job. I'm going to make that phone call tomorrow, and hopefully I can start by working on the weekends to generate some cash flow until I work my ass off all winter break until January. And who knows? I may keep the job longer, depending on how next semester evens out. Money sounds good now due to all my expenses with painting supplies, photography supplies, an impending trip to Paris coming in 2005, and summer classes. And *sigh* I told my dad I was thinking about changing my major. He wasn't too excited about the idea, as I suspected. Mostly he was worried about my financial security in the future. Yeah. Nothing I didn't expect. But I said to be an artist you can't care about the money, can you? "But one day you will," he said to me. It was a conversation that was as bizarre as the one I had with him a few months ago, when he tried to tell me that one day I would have to conform to society. Where the hell that came from, to this day I haven't a clue. At that moment, my answer had been, "Dad... I'm an artist. It's my job not to conform to society." When I think about how much he's changed from the days when I was a kid... aye me. This conversation about money was like deja vu-- because it had, in fact, already happened. Even though I understand what he means, I still can't bring myself to care about the money. To me, money is a means to live how I want to live, but not the way to live. Call that naive, but such are my present sentiments. Maybe one day I will become my father's shadow. Yikes. Anyhoo, I've been thinking about art a lot lately, more so than normal, if that is possible. I scanned in my first attempts at fine prints in photography-- be nice, they're my first experimentations with filters and burning and dodging. A weird tree fungus I found growing in the woods. I don't know what it is, really, I just thought it looked neat. It was strange how the light fell on the beginning and the end of the bridge. Kind of like, "The journey is more important than the end," eh? I have no idea what the hell this is. I thought they were rotting oranges I found in the woods, some people thought they were buckeyes. All in all, I haven't a clue... which I why I kind of like this photo. Because I'll be spending the next thirty years of my life trying to figure out what I took a picture of. I should probably stick to photographing identifiable objects, n'est-ce que pas? There's my Pierre! And Smokey... trying to get out, as always.
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