This New Found Freedom.

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THE HIVE

On July 27th, 2010, I turned sixteen. Immediately I got my license. Initially this wasn’t something that I was super excited about. Generally speaking I fear that in which I am not yet well versed. I like to be in control of my life, my surroundings. Due to that fear’s crippling nature, it is something that I have desperately tried to overcome. Though I had no desire to drive, driving was a necessity. I grew up in the middle of nowhere Ohio, and so having a license was important, everything was at least twenty minutes away and my parents tired of driving me to ballet lessons. I turned fifteen and a half amidst a January flurry and got my permit, six months later, my license. It turned out that driving a ’99 Chevy Malibu wasn’t much different than a ’79 Cub Cadet, and soon I relished in this new found freedom.

This memory resurfaced as I was driving…

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We Were Free.

Three months and three thousand miles later, here is my Colorado diary. We take on our roles, as driver, as passenger, as navigator and sandwich artist. We pick a spot on the map, fill up our tanks and drive off into the sunset. That week I was the driver, maneuvering my mother's silver Corolla half …

Tradition.

Fall of 2014 I was in Photo III (what was then CCAD's all film class).  Among other things, I learned how to shoot a 4x5, making infinitely more failures than successes.  I left that experience completely frustrated, unsatisfied and ready for other things.  Three semesters later, I came across my negatives, negatives that I had never scanned …

Grass Grew Tall – (Week 5 – Griggs)

In what was perhaps the most relaxing day of last semester I went exploring at Griggs Nature Preserve.  Late summer sun flooded through my open window waking me up early on a Wednesday.  Throwing on a sundress (it was still quite warm) and grabbing my camera, I decided on a morning of adventure.  Stumbling upon this hidden gem nestled along the Olentangy …

Mounds of Metal (Week 4 – Upper Cruise).

Much of my life has revolved around cars.  Many of my memories start in the junkyard and end in the garage.  My dad taught me the proper way to wash a vehicle and I ran crying to my mom the day he forgot to let me ArmorAll the tires.  As a baby my dad would …

Shot A Little (Week 3 – Tests).

And on the third week we did tests, so many tests.  Tests for our light meters, our cameras, our film and our development.  I learned a lot but shot a little. ----- Week 3 - CCAD, Columbus, OH

Labor Days (Week 2 – Smith Family Reunion).

Listening to CCR, editing pictures from my family reunion and dreaming of running barefoot through a meadow.  A Sunday night typical of any twenty year old, right? These images are creating a magnified longing for summer deep within my soul right now.  Not that that's particularly hard to do as I'm always craving watermelon and any opportunity …

A Trail of Pictures (Week 1 – FMMF).

I am sitting in the photo lab scanning in all of my negatives from the film photography class I took last Fall and feeling a bit angry with myself for not doing it weekly as I shot/developed the pictures.  That being said, it's been pretty interesting rummaging, frame by frame, through last semester.  Right now, in this …