new old photos
I've scanned and uploaded photos I took for an Introduction to Photography class during my senior year of college. There's also an 8-part series of Nick's messy dorm room (so messy that mushrooms start growing), but I haven't gotten around to editing them yet.
College B&W Class
I've also updated the Spring Flowers page to include shots from a recent trip to Kingwood Gardens in Mansfield with Becki.
I have some really nice ones to add to the Autumn Scenes page from last October, but haven't made them web-ready just yet. With the weather lately, I haven't been in the mood to work on fall images.
And I swear I'll get that graphic design page updated one of these days (I've taken it down for the time being).
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Thanks for posting the BG pics! East Hall was my second home, and I loved that stairwell. :0)
Also, I think the Seth pic is pretty funny, since that was the year I was dating him. The idea of him punching someone...HA! [He's engaged to a very lovely young lady, but I haven't talked to him in a while.]
I almost asphyxiated in that stairwell freshman year.
One bright sunny day, I was rushing to finish up a rough draft of an English paper that I had to go over with the prof in person that morning. At the time, I didn't know how to print over the network to the computer lab, so I used my roommate's ghetto inkjet, which was out of black ink, so I had to print in dark purple -- thus taking three times as long to print. The minutes ticked on as I anxiously awaited for the last page.
I dashed over to East Hall on my equally ghetto bike, and not being familiar with the building, I didn't know where the elevator was, so I just took the stairs (either that, or I thought the stairs would be faster).
I leapt up three flights of stairs. By the middle of the second flight, I was pretty much out of breath, not only because of the furious bike ride, but because the plastic/rubber flooring has a very strong odor. The poor ventilation of the stairwell, coupled with the greenhouse effect of the plentiful windows, made for a lightheaded ascension.
I gripped the handrail and proclaimed, "MUST... TURN IN... ENGLISH PAPER... BY 9 A.M.!!" At last, I reached the third floor, whereupon the conveniently-placed emergency intercom button next to the door mocked me.
After the meeting, I took the elevator down. It had the same plastic/rubber flooring, and was equally poorly ventilated. I can still taste it just thinking about it.
Nonetheless, the stairs have cool shadows.
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