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Photos of the Days – It’s been a while…

Due to my lack of access to real internet, the fact that I have an internship across the state and a nearly full-time job, I haven’t been able to upload my photos of the day or make some good blog entries. But without further agonizing, here are the photos!

May 5, 2010

Some hidden street art in Northampton.

 

May 6, 2010

Hearts.

 

May 7, 2010

Smith College gardens

 

May 8, 2010

Capturing footage at my new job.

 

May 9, 2010

Mint cookies!

 

May 10, 2010

The puppies have grown!

 

May 11, 2010

Firefly night.

 

May 12, 2010

Seriously, this cake was way too big. There's still some of that chunk in our fridge.

 

May 13, 2010

Strawberries.

 

May 14, 2010

Turkey run!

 

May 15, 2010

USFWS and UMass Amherst have joined forces.

 

May 16, 2010

Snow pea flower.

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Roses at the end of the sunset

Last night’s sunset wasn’t particularly spectacular, but I took a few photos anyways. Nearing the sun’s completion over the hills of the Valley, I snapped two exposures, I’m actually quite fond of. These two pictures of roses in my parent’s garden reminds me of the tones of Rossetti’s paintings. They were taken with on my DSLR with a slow film speed, low F-stop, and a shutter speed of around a second.

Rose buds.

Probably the most fragrant rose in my parent's garden.

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Photos of the Days – Beautiful Last Few Days

May 29, 2010

This photo isn't necessarily about what's the focus of the frame.

May 30, 2010

Big air at the Greenfield Area Skate Park.

May 31, 2010

Mom.

June 1, 2010

One window, one trillion rain drops, one sunset.

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Photos of the Days – Flowers and the Moon

May 24, 2010

Without a tripod in a moonlit room.

 

May 25, 2010

Six pointed stars.

 

May 26, 2010

Awesome iris bokeh at the W.E.B. DuBois library at Umass.

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On A Hill

May 23, 2010

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I often walk this hill.

I imagine when my great grandparents and my grandmother and her siblings finally settled at the foot of this immense mound, they had already looked up at its greatness for several years.

I imagine them, maybe, walking about the hill, maybe, taking a break from farming the land. And, really, I can only imagine them looking over the valley and seeing woods covering Sunderland, Amherst, Hadley, Northampton, Easthampton, and beyond, that little more exist.

Sun setting and rain a few miles away.

 

I imagine my mom riding her horse around this hill, young like me. That’s what I imagine her doing here.

When I look from the top of this hill, I see the farm, still in the family; my parents’ work hard for a life I’m not sure I will take on.

I see the University of Massachusetts, treetops, crevasses where there are major roads, and mountains I believe exist in the works of Erastis sailsburyfield.

So many times I have walked up this hill – with neighbors, family, friends, horses, dogs, boyfriends, Sean.

Mostly, I feel, it’s the one thing here that isn’t stale.

Clover.

When I was young, a real child, and the hill was covered in snow, just so the grass couldn’t poke through, I would walk alone making footprints with intensions, walking backwards.

If the snow melted in the sun and hardened into a half inch of crust at night, we would all scurry our way up the hill, and slide down, and dive off whatever our vehicle was before hitting pickers at the bottom.

When the snow was light, we would hitch up the horse to the sleigh and ride up and around on sunny days.

When there was no snow, no mud from the spring thaw, and the grass was short, we’d ride the horses around there too. I think my earliest memories of being on the hill is of my parents shifting me on and off the front of the saddle; one of them always holding me around my tummy.

That might have been before they rented the field out, but I don’t really know.

One renter planted cow corn. The neighbors and I would run through the isles of tall stalks, getting whipped by long fuzzed leaves.

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Later on, we got a new renter, who does hay. It was always fun to climb the gold bails, to try and push them around. We were all too weak and young. I’m pretty sure we all loved the smell, of the dried grass warming in the sun. The dust would tickle our noses.

Before we were of age, we learned how to drive out there. Before grandma died, when I was practicing how to drive, we put her in the car too. She liked going for rides. She told me to put the pedal to the metal, of course I didn’t. I always think about that when I’m driving and I think of grandma.

I was real sad then, when I was in high school. I did a lot of imagining. I would always imagine romantic affairs up there. Who wouldn’t want to be up the hill, seeing everywhere, so far, with someone you love who loves you back? But I was mostly alone then.

So, sometimes I would take the dog up there – just the two of us. She was really my mom’s dog, and I could never have loved her as much, but it made me happy to see the dog prancing through grass three feet high or snow three feet deep. Then we’d have to pick the tics off her, or melt away the beads of snow caught in her paws. Once she bit a porcupine up there and it took days to get the quills out. That was a long night.

Fallen and dried.

Mostly we go up there at night anyways, I mean, when the sun is setting, at the end of the day. Sometimes, we all would walk up there and see UMass lit up at night. It was even easier to see the stars, the Milky Way, the moon.

Today, I walked up there with my camera. It’s a good camera. I can take some pretty good photos. The grass was mixed in with clover. The hill is passed spring, so there is no mud and the anthills are underway. It’s not ready for hay, hasn’t even been planted. Actually, I don’t know if it will. But I have to walk carefully, like my parents would always tell me, not to tramp all over the clover and grass. So, I walked carefully, trying not to trample all over the hill. I took some pictures. And, really, what I thought this time is, man, it’s going to be hard to leave this, one day.

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Photos of the Days

May 18, 2010

My brother rewired a boom-box speaker system to play his iPod.

May 19, 2010

Just a bit of rain.

May 20, 2010

My friend's aunt's dog had puppies.

May 21, 2010

A flower illuminated from a light-bulb at night.

May 22, 2010

Music by Shingle the Roof at the Amherst farmer's market.

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Photos of the Day – Holland, Brugge, Docklands

April 2, 2010

Drove out to Dover, drove right on to the ferry and sailed to Calais - too bad the French decided to strike extending our journey to 6 hours.

 

April 3, 2010 

Checked out a clog farm, which is what the Dutch are known for. Many still wear clogs today.

 

April 4, 2010

Holland is also known for tulips, so I checked out on of their tulip farms.

 

April 5, 2010

On route back to London, I stopped in Brugge, a historic and adorable Belgium town.

 

April 6, 2010

Today I checked out London's Docklands and the museum. It's an interesting side of London that's easy to miss.

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