It was a morning on the West and an evening in Central (timezone that is). It is always a flip of night and day in dialect and scenery, and no matter how prepared you are it still is quite a surprise. I look forward to the days ahead and surprises to come. (as well as the stories)
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Day 16 #30dayphotochallenge 500 Days of Summer
I've been dealing with a huge, horrible migraine but over the weekend 500 Days of Summer was on and not only have I been listening to the soundtrack, but watched the movie again. I took this photo around Tom Hansen's bench and it's been my favorite spot in the city for awhile (since 1999 actually). I think this movie is most wonderful because I have felt the pain that Tom feels and his passion for such a wonderful city Los Angeles is, especially Downtown LA. I also recall watching this movie and crying through the whole thing at my boyfriend's house while he was at work. Perhaps that was a big sign that the boy was just a summer fling and not right. Maybe I knew I was Summer or perhaps I knew I'd feel like Tom and I needed to pull myself up by the bootstraps- either way it's taken two more years and it got worse. Only now does it look like it can get better and this summer is one way to come out of the dark and into the light.
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Monday, May 28, 2012
Day 15 #30dayphotochallenge -Memorial Day
I remember everyday with the one person I know that has served and died in combat. Here's a look at what's on my fridge.
Here's what I wrote about my friend Gary. _______________________ _________________________________
Here's what I wrote about my friend Gary. _______________________ _________________________________
Sunday, May 27, 2012
#30dayphotochallenge Day 10, 11, 12 &13
Day 10 #30dayphotochallenge Hotel digs: I usually like traveling in a job but this pic reflects how lonely, stagnant and stifling this job really is…the trip went as expected-no socialization with others, no fun. It also shed light on how I am so out of practice of packing for a trip- I have gone no where in the last year and I can't pack efficiently anymore. I have never been so stuck or tied to a place before- I feel like a dog outside on a chain. I can hardly wait to get back to the things I love and the life I had.
Day 11- First day of seminar and the only cool and funny guys lived and worked too close to the hotel for the company to pay for the overnight expense. As I was hanging with them, couple cars were being brought into the hotel. It always makes me giggle to think as a kid I thought everyone pretty much had a 8-6 type job. Dad would drive us to school and we kiddos had school. It still amazes me what people do for work and what time they do it.
Day 12 #30dayphotochallenge Last day of seminar and we’re in the basement of a hotel where the room smells like mold or at least water, one mirrored ceiling tile is missing and the surrounding lighting is starting to buckle and give. During the morning we are gassed out with the smell of WD40 and I really start to wonder-how did I get here? This is not my life….
Day 13 I’m back at work and these showed up- felt masks of different colors. At the end of the day, this happened. I felt a little like Amelie—perhaps I need a stratagem myself. Turns out, one of my favorite gals bought a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack and the masks came with it. No idea which turtle I was… _______________________ _________________________________
Day 11- First day of seminar and the only cool and funny guys lived and worked too close to the hotel for the company to pay for the overnight expense. As I was hanging with them, couple cars were being brought into the hotel. It always makes me giggle to think as a kid I thought everyone pretty much had a 8-6 type job. Dad would drive us to school and we kiddos had school. It still amazes me what people do for work and what time they do it.
Day 12 #30dayphotochallenge Last day of seminar and we’re in the basement of a hotel where the room smells like mold or at least water, one mirrored ceiling tile is missing and the surrounding lighting is starting to buckle and give. During the morning we are gassed out with the smell of WD40 and I really start to wonder-how did I get here? This is not my life….
Day 13 I’m back at work and these showed up- felt masks of different colors. At the end of the day, this happened. I felt a little like Amelie—perhaps I need a stratagem myself. Turns out, one of my favorite gals bought a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack and the masks came with it. No idea which turtle I was… _______________________ _________________________________
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