Assignment11_SydneyH

These photos were posted on the 17th of April; I just forgot to add the category “Assignment 11”.

I wanted to capture the texture of all of the objects in their organic settings.
The first photo was bark on a tree near the student union. It was a very sunny day, but the closer I got to the tree the colder I felt. The grey colors blend with the crags of the bark to create a barren landscape.
In the second photo, I want to capture the warmth of light pink petals as they sit in the sun. The shadows in the background make the feeling of a spotlight on the flowers even more prominent. This photo is peaceful and provides a sense of contentment.
The third photo is the epitome of quiet. The endless shelves of books with the sun streaming in the from the windows is very meditative.
I wanted to add the fourth photo to this collection as looking at it transports me to the beach. The light gives the gray sand dimension. I look at it and feel as if I could reach through the screen and press my hand into the sand.

Added Images as of 5/1/2018

I wanted to add these photos because they each illuminated the texture of their subjects.
The first frame shows a piece of wood that I found in my local forest. The undulating form of the wood grains gives a unique contrast to the industrial numbering that is also present.
The second photo is of some dried snowberries that I found lying around. It is evident that the fruits lack moisture, yet the color makes them look vital.
The final frame is of an abandoned lobster trap in my hometown. The photo reveals the severe rust that has damaged the structure. When I look at it, I fear tetanus that is how palpable it is. The blue of the trap pops against the grey of the rocks and the ruddy brown of the rust.

Curtis Near

I had only ever seen Stefano cry a few times that I can remember. Once was when he was seven and he crashed his bike into a tree and broke his wrist. A second was when he was ten—maybe eleven and he said he was so tired of his parents screaming at each other and throwing things around the house. The last time I saw my best friend cry was when his dog died two years ago. The kid didn’t even cry when his parents finally separated. He was relieved, if anything. But this was different. He had finally broken too.

Curtis Far

I had only ever seen Stefano cry a few times that I can remember. Once was when he was seven and he crashed his bike into a tree and broke his wrist. A second was when he was ten—maybe eleven and he said he was so tired of his parents screaming at each other and throwing things around the house. The last time I saw my best friend cry was when his dog died two years ago. The kid didn’t even cry when his parents finally separated. He was relieved, if anything. But this was different. He had finally broken too.