*I didn’t take any of these :)
It has been the craziest couple of weeks, so I haven’t had much time to post. There are only seven (SEVEN) weeks until graduation, so I’ve been workin’ my little tail off to make sure everything is in order so I can graduate without any problems. I cannot tell you enough how ready I am to be done with school. I’m ready to move on to that freedom to do whatever I want to do.
A little fun piece of information, I’ve been doing this random photography scavenger hunt for my school, and whoever wins gets a Kindle, and so far I’m in first place so I’ve been spending a lot of time doing that. I guess my photos got pretty good recognition though, because my boss in Admissions told me I don’t have to spend so much time calling students and can instead go around the school and take stock photos for the school’s brochures and packets and such. I gotta say, that is wayyyy better than sitting in a tiny office calling tons and tons of high school students. (If you want to know how frustrated I get with that, you can read this previous blog.)
I took my first photos of the guy that spoke during chapel today. He was pretty awesome; his topic was whether we look to the world for our joy, or if Jesus is enough for us. Here’s some of the photos I took.
Unfortunately, they’re slightly blurry, cause I had to learn how to get a clear photo of someone standing in a spotlight, but it’s getting there! So for any churches out there, if you need someone to come in and get photos of your speakers or anything of the sort, I’d be glad to come help once I get the hang of things! :)
It’s also been a while since I posted random Pretty Things, so I’ll make that my next post in a second, if ya’ll don’t mind me making two separate posts in one day!
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight.” -Proverbs 3:5-6
I’m not usually one for blogging about current events, mostly because I don’t watch the news enough and don’t always know exactly what I’m talking about, but I found something tonight that I’m passionate enough about that I can’t help but write about it. And just a head’s up, this is all just my opinion; I’m not educated on every background of all of this and I’m only writing about it because I feel the need to say something.
So to start, most anyone that will read this post has probably seen or at least heard something about the Invisible Children organization and their recent video titled KONY 2012. <–but just in case you’ve never heard anything about it, click there.
As I was scrolling through Facebook a few hours ago, I came across a pretty shocking article, stating that Jason Russell, the co-founder of the organization and creator of the KONY video, was reportedly found running through the streets of San Diego, causing a scene by pounding his fists into the pavement, stopping traffic, yelling irrationally, all while dressed only in his underwear and then, eventually, completely naked. Some articles say there was a report of some really obscene behavior, but I don’t think it’s actually confirmed. Anyway, the police detained him, and he’s now being hospitalized with the possibility of either some drug use or a major mental breakdown.
To be totally honest, when I first read the article, I was disgusted with him. I thought, what kind of a guy would try to do something so spectacular for the world, and then go out and make this decision? For goodness sakes, he has two little children, and there are people in Uganda who seem to really look up to him for what he’s trying to do for their country. What a sick, twisted thing for him to do.
I also thought about what this means for Invisible Children and the KONY 2012 movement, and how this could very well mess up a lot, if not all, of the efforts they’ve made to change the situation in Uganda. I wanted to accuse him of being a selfish idiot for what he’d done.
Then I thought about it again and I realized, yes, what he did was absolutely, ridiculously messed up. Whatever caused him to do this, whether drugs or a mental disorder or whatever else, obviously made for a really awful, awful mistake. But who am I to judge him for this? I don’t know why it happened…if it was a mental breakdown, then what if he is under some kind of pressure for making these documentaries that I could never imagine? And if it’s drugs then maybe there’s a reason he took them in the first place. (Not at all to say that it’s okay in any situation to take drugs, I’m only saying that people usually don’t just take drugs if everything is going right in their lives.) I think it would be wrong to say that just because Jason Russell did something wrong automatically means that the Invisible Children organization is wrong, or that he’s a bad person because of this one thing. I’ve already seen many comments from people on these articles about how they can’t support the Kony movement anymore because of this, or that they “just knew” there was something bad about this movement and about Jason.
My point is this: regardless of people’s mistakes, we cannot go around saying everything they do or everything they are associated with should be judged by that mistake. I personally think Invisible Children is an amazing organization that is trying to do a great thing for a country. Jason Russell was trying to do a great thing for a country. Something just went wrong with him along the way and I don’t think anyone, especially not myself, has the right to say whether or not he’s a “messed up” person, or that this should be a reason to disregard all the work he’s done in Uganda over the last ten years or so. If you support Invisible Children and are considering not supporting because of this, or if you don’t support Invisible Children, just take a second to think before you make an opinion of the situation. We have a God who gave us more grace than we could ever, ever deserve; we really should be extending that grace to others, even when we don’t agree with what they’ve done.
If anyone has any comments, please, feel free to say something. I’d really like to know what opinions are out there, ’cause all of what I just wrote is based off of an opinion made in the last few hours, without knowing what the outcome of this situation will be. I’d like to get more insight on all of it as well. Thanks for reading!
After this morning, the sky cleared up for most of the day, but later tonight I went out with my boyfriend, Matt, and the storms came back in full force. We had to stop and get some photos of the city, because even though it kinda looked like we could be whisked off to Oz at any second, it was simply breath-taking out there. I only got a few shots though, because, well, we were running as fast as we could to avoid getting struck by lightning…
If I wasn’t afraid for my life I really could have stayed out there and shot pictures of this storm until it passed, but those clouds seriously didn’t look too inviting..I’m much happier to be back in my safe little dorm room with the few pictures I did get than fried on the sidewalk after a lightning strike. Just sayin’.
You should start this song before you read the rest of this post. It is the absolute perfect song for a rainy day :)
I woke up this morning to a perfectly bright sunrise, but within an hour or so, the clouds came in. Usually if I have class on a rainy day, I get frustrated, but for some reason today is an exception. I couldn’t help but fall in love with the sound of the rain and thunder outside my window. I turned on some music (the song you’re listening to right now), opened my windows, and took some pictures from the view of my window before I had to run to my class. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the lightning, because as I was running through the rain in my bare feet (oh yea, I took my shoes off for this.) I saw the lightning strike something in the distance and sparks flew everywhere..it was fantastic. But I did get a few other pretty shots…enjoy the rain, friends. :)
I was so excited about this first one, the rain makes it look like a sketch or charcoal drawing…soo awesome.
and with every rainy day should come a warm cup of coffee, so naturally I made one for myself :)
These next three aren’t actually from today, I stumbled on them when I was pulling up these pictures, totally forgot I had taken them on some other pretty weather days.
Thank you, God, for bringing beauty in such unique ways. I’m so blessed to be able to capture that beauty in photos every once in a while.
For my current photography project for my class at Xavier, we had to photograph a person, using lighting (same basic idea as the flower pictures I posted a few weeks ago). We had to get a “full body” and two parts of the person that explain in some way who they are. I chose to photograph my stepdad, Dean, because (shh!) he used to model back in his 20’s, and I was curious to see what it would be like to photograph him so up close and personal. Even though it only took about 10 minutes, it was a special moment for me as a photographer to photograph someone that plays such an important role in my life. So here’s my photo project of my stepdad!
I know a majority of these are of his hands, but I couldn’t help myself. Do you realize how well hands can tell the story of someone’s life? It’s quite something to look at someone’s hands and imagine what kind of life they’ve been through.
Thanks again, Dean, for letting me capture a little bit of your life in a few photos. I love you!
I’m coloring my hair right now, and since I’ve still got a while until I can take the color out, I thought I’d post.
Really, I should be on my way back to Cincinnati right now, but I didn’t feel like driving the 3 hours yet, plus my class was cancelled this morning and by the time I originally would have left I would have been late for work anyway so I decided I’m not leaving until later this afternoon. Not that you all care about that…I don’t even care about that.
I’ve been thinking about family a lot lately. We went to Wisconsin this weekend to visit my stepdad’s family…he’s got 6 other brothers and sisters so it’s usually a pretty big group when we all get together. Add that with the fact that they love to talk and drink and you’ve got yourself one heck of a family get together.
I love it.
So anyway, on the drive home, I’m thinking about all the crazy people in my family, not just my stepdad’s side, but my mom’s and my dad’s, and as crazy as they all are, I can’t help but feel a sense of comfort.
Ahh, hold that thought, I gotta go wash my hair out. Oh, the troubles of trying to stay blonde…
…Back! Hopefully I didn’t lose my train of thought..
Right, anyway, I just have to say, whatever kind of family you have, whether they’re loud and rambunctious, quiet and slightly boring, whether they’re all up in yo biznaz, or never ask you a single question about your life, your family is your family. They will always be your family. I’m learning to be thankful for that. If we were all being honest, even considering the things about our families that simply drive us up the wall, we would miss them if they weren’t around. (Sorry, little bit of a morbid thought there.) I would much rather be around my wild’n’crazy fam than never have them around at all, because when it comes down to it, my family is beautiful. Through all the problems and all the drama and all the crying and fighting and laughing, I couldn’t go a day without them. God put all the families together according to what they could handle, and what they really truly would miss if they didn’t have the little hole filled in their lives. He knows that most families are going to argue every day(seriously, are there any that don’t?), but that they’ll love each other more than they could ever imagine. He didn’t make us to be happy with our families each second of the day, but he knew we’d find joy in them more and more each year. The older I get, the more I appreciate time with my family and the way we do things.
Anyone else feel this way? I bet there’s some pretty stupid awesome family stories out there. You know, the kind of stories that in the heat of the moment make you want to fly to another country, but a few weeks or years later make you glad you never left?
Well that’s all I’ve got for today. I should probably start making plans to head back to school soon. Booo. Maybe I’ll drop out, yea? I mean, I’ve only got exactly 2 months left, no biggie. :)