The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
-John Keats
Friday, December 17, 2010
Fly Away Home
A bird mobile...a Christmas gift for a loved one :) I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out.
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
-John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
-John Keats
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
-Robert Frost
It's like Milo knows this is where he belongs. He is hyper all day, begging to go play in the snow....lucky for him, I too adore walking, wandering, and playing in the dusty white powder that quiets the world.
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
-Robert Frost
It's like Milo knows this is where he belongs. He is hyper all day, begging to go play in the snow....lucky for him, I too adore walking, wandering, and playing in the dusty white powder that quiets the world.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
As They Wait - A Photo Essay
In Rabat, Morocco, there is a public hospital that was created by the Association des Amis de l’Hopital des Enfants de Rabat. This association was created by a group of Moroccan women to raise funds in order to provide moral and financial support to sick children and their families. In the asthma ward of this hospital, the halls are crowded with wandering children and concerned mothers. Here the children and the mothers stay, often three families to a room, and receive treatment in the hopes of improving enough to leave.
These beautiful children, ranging from age 1 to 17, are happy, open, and loving. Despite their life behind the walls of a hospital, they seem cheerful, and treat each other as their brothers and sisters. However, because of the lack of facilities for such a large number patients, the children smell of salty sweat and dirt and many wear the same clothes day after day. These are mostly families of humble means, which is why they are at this hospital rather than a private institution. Still, the children carry on, frowning only when they are sore from various treatments or have difficulty breathing and have to watch as the other children play.
Mothers often came in to play with their children or converse with other mothers, but the children’s time spent in the play center was meant to be a break for the mothers.
Zubir entered the play center every day with dried tears and a frown on his face. He always seemed to be upset by his morning doctor visits. But, it did not take long for that devious smile to spread across his face as he began to look for trouble.
Fatiha loved being in front of the camera, constantly posing, staring right into the lens.
These beautiful children, ranging from age 1 to 17, are happy, open, and loving. Despite their life behind the walls of a hospital, they seem cheerful, and treat each other as their brothers and sisters. However, because of the lack of facilities for such a large number patients, the children smell of salty sweat and dirt and many wear the same clothes day after day. These are mostly families of humble means, which is why they are at this hospital rather than a private institution. Still, the children carry on, frowning only when they are sore from various treatments or have difficulty breathing and have to watch as the other children play.
Mothers often came in to play with their children or converse with other mothers, but the children’s time spent in the play center was meant to be a break for the mothers.
Zubir entered the play center every day with dried tears and a frown on his face. He always seemed to be upset by his morning doctor visits. But, it did not take long for that devious smile to spread across his face as he began to look for trouble.
Fatiha loved being in front of the camera, constantly posing, staring right into the lens.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Inshallah
As I have been searching for photos to put together for a grad school application, I found this film shot of the Medina.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Spread the Cheer
Gingerbread & peanut butter cookies for the Virginia Film Office. A Christmas thank you for giving me the wonderful opportunities that they did during my internship. Plus, the only bit of Christmas I've been able to partake in thus far (other than the cutting down of the Christmas tree of course) :( I hope by this weekend, I'll be able to join in on all the Christmas cheer!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Family Ties
When I took photographs for my best friend's family just over a month ago, I also took some candids. This is one of my favorites of Jessie & her little cousin Jarrod. He is quite possibly the most adorable thing I've ever seen. She's been there throughout his 4 (I think) years of life and thinks of him as a little brother.
Aren't they beautiful together :)
Saturday, December 4, 2010
So this is Christmas...
...And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young...
My favorite Christmas song. We went out to Powhatan today to cut down a Christmas tree...one of my favorite parts of the holiday season. I will never NOT have a live tree, they're just too pretty and smell too good.
Why is this my favorite time of year?
The warm, cheerful atmosphere; the cold weather; it's a time for baking; hot chocolate; big scarves and funny hats; fireplaces are lit; the beautiful decorations...I mean I COULD go on forever.
I snapped some pictures of the Christmas tree farm:
And of the Papa cutting down that tree....while we stood & watched :)
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young...
My favorite Christmas song. We went out to Powhatan today to cut down a Christmas tree...one of my favorite parts of the holiday season. I will never NOT have a live tree, they're just too pretty and smell too good.
Why is this my favorite time of year?
The warm, cheerful atmosphere; the cold weather; it's a time for baking; hot chocolate; big scarves and funny hats; fireplaces are lit; the beautiful decorations...I mean I COULD go on forever.
I snapped some pictures of the Christmas tree farm:
And of the Papa cutting down that tree....while we stood & watched :)
Friday, December 3, 2010
The Wandering Kind
A couple pictures from Sinkland Farms in October. I can't believe Fall is almost ending. This place embodies everything "Autumn". One of my favorite places near Blacksburg.
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