Dinner

A lone candle flickers and casts fragments of light onto the glass table. I notice the shiny gold fabric under the glass is illuminated and sparkles with the fleeting light.
To the right of us hanging from the ceiling is a row of green bulbous light fixtures that shine down focused greenish circles on the wood floor, their edges dissipating into a lighter color. There are double shadows under my hands, one light gray and one darker.
There are dark shadows under Aaron’s eyes, on his neck and under his sleeves.
In the corner the bar glows, light being filtered and fragmented through all colors of glass bottles. As people walk by, their shadows follow them.
Outside the window it is dark except for a streetlight. I don’t notice this light at first I only paid attention to the bright flashes from headlights of cars passing by.

My living room (4pm)
Warm light reflects from the back of my left hand as I type. The computer screen lights the keys and the left side of my laptop reflects a silvery triangular shape from the sunlight filtered by almost shut blinds. My hands make light gray shadows on the base of my laptop. The outside light from the window and glass door creates all kinds of illuminations and shadows on everything it touches. On the black recliner the crevasses remain dark while the outside arms and seat are lit up silvery. The table and couch that are farther away from the window cast overlapping shadows stretching into the room from under its legs. The shadows are not deeply contrasted. Right past the couch, in the right side of the dining room the carpet is lit up by the ceiling light and looks more orange than the carpet hit by natural light. On the corner of the TV you can see a reflection of the window: the lines of the blinds look distorted. You can also see reflections from the black glass table. In the vanity mirror the dinging room light fixture and door is showing. There are wide shadows on the walls and on the ceiling from the ceiling light/fan.

Going out to take photographs was fun. Again, it was very scavenger hunty. It was cool because with all the digital cameras available these days it's easy to loose touch with shooting film. And honestly it was pretty intimidating being the first time I actually dealt with F stops but I loved it, it feels like your really doing something and makes you work more than digital. So just to be a big hypocrite I am going to post a digital picture of something very scary we encountered?

Inspiration Station

I find all of these photographs inspiring. I guess I look for something that makes me feel something, not just something that looks pretty (although there’s a place for that too). All these photographs make me feel: hope, happy, courageous, sad, angry (see boy with gun) and all of those things were the result of so many choices the photographers make. The gerbil picture brought up some nostalgia of elementary school when my best friend Alexis killed a class pet by accident. So, it seems that you can always count on bringing your experiences, memories, and emotions to the photographs you encounter, changing the experiance of your perception of them to begin with.

I enjoyed getting to know my group and the scavenger hunt to various find sounds. We had all these sounds in mind to get but when it came down to it, we listened to our surroundings and a lot we just did on the fly. I particularly enjoyed the unexpected “death of the cicada” sound effect. (I don’t think it really died) This cicada…fell? And we poked it around and it made some pretty interesting noises. Another highlight of the project was when all of us crammed into the tiny pitch-black sound booth where we recorded random vocal sound effects and other sounds (punching the wall, zippers, crushing a can, Brenda’s beautiful singing, the clock, etc.) All was going fine and dandy until we ran into a plethora of technical difficulties and a string of bad luck-exporting/logging/organizing but despite all that I think our sounds were pretty good, and yes we cleaned up our mess of project files.

Hall Log

Sitting in the hallway awaiting class I heard…
Music is overflowing from headphones from the person sitting next to me. He tapped his foot on the floor to the beat. All the sudden the room goes from quiet to a stampede of footsteps (it seemed like most were flip flops and they made noise double time). The doors swung loudly open and then closed with a bang. I heard snippets of random conversations. People talked on their cell phones. A groan. Two people stop in front of me greet each other. A CD player drops on the floor, batteries sliding across the hall. “Oh no.” There is a professor in the classroom to my left, he is talking louder to compensate for the commotion of the hallway. The classroom door is then closed. In the distance, I hear the sound of the vending machine as a soda drops.

Bowling Log

Feet scuffle in all the lanes. The ball rumbles along the glossy wooden floor -sometimes slowly sometimes fast and then crashes into the pins (which can sound victoriously loud and sometimes not). Then there is a faint noise as the metal crank gats rid of the pins and replaces them. People cheer from multiple lanes, “woo hoo” “nice one” “yeah!” Laughter. The bowling man gets on the microphone to announce the winners of last weeks matches. The ceiling fan makes a slight buzz and pop music plays in the background. There is chatter near and far and many slapping of hands. Beer is being poured. I hear chewing (my own). An enthusiastic old lady says, referring to my 3rd gutter ball in a row, “It happens to the best of us.”

A Log

Kitchen In the morning at Aaron’s parent’s house this is what I hear

Doggy paws patter on the tile floor
Heavy panting
The roar of the blender
A spoon circling the blender making chiming sounds.
Blender again but softer
The fan becomes louder then softer as it rotates back and forth in the other room
Water running
Draining slowly
“Anybody want one?”
“Mm this is good”
“Thanks”
Glasses slap on the table
The Mac volume is turned up making three beeps
Typing
Dog lapping water
The dial of the dryer spins then beeps
Tumble of the dryer
Glasses hit the table
Yawn
Contagiously another yawn was yawned.
Water drips in the sink
Freezer rumbles making ice