Mixing Old With The New

This is Matt, one of my closest guy friend from back home. He came to visit me Halloween weekend. We decided to go up to the Rocky Mountain National Park. There was tons of snow on the mountains around the park. We got some really great shots from the top of the mountain. It was so funny to see Matt's face with all the snow. Born and raised in Texas, he had never been to Colorado. It was a blast showing him around my new home.

Counting Down The Days

This is my count down. I never thought I would miss home this much. I don't miss Houston at all. I miss my family, my crazy best friend, my cat, and I ever miss my little brother just a little. I can't believe this first quarter has just flown by. It's crazy to think I will be home for 6 weeks, then have to come back for 6 months with one week break in between. Hopefully I will be able to go home that week. Some of my friends that went out of Texas for college are coming home next semester because they couldn't handle the stress. I hope that doesn't happen to me.

27 DAYS TILL I'M HOME :)

Has The Leaves Change

It amazing to actually be in a place that has all four seasons. Houston has one sometimes two if were are lucky, summer and winter. And the winter there is nothing like the winter here. In Houston, wearing jeans and a light weight, long sleeve T-shirt is considered our winter clothes. Denver is a totally different story. You need boots, gloves, heavy jacket/coats, scarves and hats. And if you talking about going skiing or snowboarding you need many layers.

Being able to watch the leaves change colors and fall is breathtaking. I'm looking forward to seeing it happen many times, over many years, hoping it will never get old.

"Set the stage, we turned the page
All these years have gone
I guess we haven't changed after all"

-Hello Hollywood

Home Sweet Home

Say hello to David and Matt (left to right). If you asked them how they are related they would say that they are brothers. They may look nothing alike but they sure do have a lot in common and they do basically everything together. I was lucky to be able to go home last weekend for Matt and Matt's birthdays, who are two of my closest guy friend back home. Being home made me realize that no matter how far I go away from "home" my friends always there for me. People always told me most of the friends you make in high school, don't stay with you through college and a lot of my friends at Denver are experiencing that. But I guess I'm one of the lucky few that can always depend on my friends back home.

"College is the best time of your life. When else are your parents going to spend several thousand dollars a year just for you to go to a strange town and get drunk every night?”

-David Wood

Moonrise, Hernandez

 

Ansel Adams

            Isn’t it just breathtaking? After a tiring and frustrating day of trying, precisely arranging the background and the other objects, to capture the perfect image that Ansel Adams saw in his mind, he was unable to render a pleasing image of his interpretation on a negative. While driving home along the highway near Espanola, Adams happened to glimpse sideways out of the car window and saw that famous scene called, Moonrise, Hernandez. Intending to take a duplicate negative as he appreciated the uniqueness of the scene Adams attempted to set up again, but it was too late. Just as he was getting ready with a second negative plate, the sunlight passed and the precise lighting effect of the scene was lost. 

In Moonrise, Ansel Adams has stimulated our eye by offering three layers, each with a different tone: the black sky, the white clouds, and the gray landscape. Under the last light of day we see the village of Hernandez, nestled among the tree-lined. Sage covers the ground. Burning wood drifts its warm, fragrance from chimneys. Even the snowcapped mountains only punctuate the meeting of the sky and earth. A broad stroke of white clouds spans the horizon, while just above the waxing moon beams down. The night is pitch-black and yet, somehow we can see. Each object appears to be lit from within: village, graveyard, and church. Whoever says photography isn’t art, hasn’t seen this photography or any of Adams works.

            Known as an American photographer who shot photographs of the American West in black-and-white, Ansel Adams was given his first camera, Kodak No. 1 Box Brownie, at the young age of 14. In 1919, he joined the Sierra Club which was vital to Adams's early success as a photographer. He was the photographer when the group went on outings; Adams began to realize that he could earn enough to survive. His photographs became works of art. By 1935 he was recognized as one of the best photographers in America.

"My photographs have now reached a stage when they are worthy

 of the world's critical examination. I have suddenly come upon a new style

which I believe will place my work equal to anything of its kind."

-Ansel Adams