Saturday, August 29, 2009

Downtown Valdosta




Chelsea and I decided to venture to downtown Valdosta today after classes and see what we could find that was picture-worthy. She is an art student, and even more artsy than anyone I have ever known. The best thing about it is I have someone to whom I can discuss photography. Luckily that isn't the only thing we have in common either. She's a pretty cool girl. But anyway, instead of me rambling, I should probably let you look at all the pictures I came up with that I deemed worthy enough to post.





Our first stop was somewhat away from the rest of the area, and consisted of abandoned, aging, beautiful buildings. The sun was directly behind them, so unfortunately, it was hard to get a perfect shot, but I did get a few good ones. What was funny was Chelsea looked through my playback on my camera and I did so on hers, and we both tried out some shots of the lock. Great minds thinks alike? I think so.






We made our way back to the built up downtown area, and walked into a clothes and art boutique, but I wasn't sure what to take pictures of first, so I really didn't come back with anything. However, Chelsea did show me some paintings her high school art teacher did that were hanging on the wall in the shop. It really is a neat place. It did give me a bit of inspiration and sense of calm before we ventured elsewhere. We walked through alleyways and up and down the sidewalks just talking and soaking in the downtown goodness. The fact that Chelsea lives in this town made it easier for us to get around. Plus, she took me to some of the spots where the photographer that did her senior portraits last year took her.










All-in-all, it was a productive trip downtown. There are some railroad tracks past the abandoned buildings from earlier in our trip, but it is hot in Valdosta and we really didn't feel like walking there, plus Chelsea was bored so we just went somewhere else afterward.




Thursday, August 20, 2009

College



My first day as a college freshman was a roller coaster, to say in the least. When I thought my parents were going to leave, I started crying. Then, my father started crying. There is nothing worse than seeing my large father break down. Him seeing me scared and unsure made him feel as though he was practically abandoning his baby girl, but he knew we both needed to part eventually. Honestly, the minute that they left, I started to feel better.

I had to move on because they were gone and they could not stay in that dorm with me forever. Although I still sometimes wish they could have.

I have become even more independent than I already was since I've been here. Sure, with friends, it is nice to play tag-along or have a tag-along, and I have always felt that way. But my tendency to be on my own and be fine has increased just a little bit more since I have been here.

I wonder where I will be four years from now?