Thursdays
Where did the beautiful weather go?!? It's a chilly 30 degrees here in Michigan, down from a wonderful 70 degrees on Tuesday. This is not how I intended to spend my spring break, freezing my behind off.
Actually, in retrospect, I haven't spent this vacation time doing anything that I really intended to do. My taxes still aren't mailed, my card for darness is still sitting on my desk and I have only made it through three books. Pathetic.
I'm all wound up over the graduate school situation. I woke up yesterday morning and had a decision and I'm back to square one. I hate when that happens, although if I don't here anything from Ohio by tomorrow afternoon, I'm Indiana-bound. It's as simple as that. I need to be okay with that. By going to Indiana, it's not as though I'm settling for a horrible school. I really like them and, without the possibility of this mentorship at Ohio, I wouldn't even be considering Ohio. So I need to chill out and be happy that I have choices and choices that are funded.
I made it to the Detroit Institute of Arts this afternoon to check out the Ansel Adams exhibit. I feel, at times, as though he is an overly-commercialized artist, but exhibits like this make me thoroughly appreciate his work. His sense of composition was phenomenal and the tension in his photos make for interesting studies of life. I was particularly drawn to the few portraits in the exhibit, although he's not known for them. There was an organic, direct quality to them that was breath-taking.
I loved the above photo of Georgia O'Keeffe and Orville Cox, taken in 1937 when O'Keeffe and Adams were traveling through the southwest region. (At least that's what the little speaker box at the museum told me - I haven't had a chance to dig into the biography I bought at the museum store yet.) Georgia O'Keeffe seems to happy, present in that moment. I love photographs that catch people at the core of their being - happy, playful and amused with the world and people around them.
My stepdad, Michelle and the twins are in tonight. The twins are seven tomorrow! Yikes!
Actually, in retrospect, I haven't spent this vacation time doing anything that I really intended to do. My taxes still aren't mailed, my card for darness is still sitting on my desk and I have only made it through three books. Pathetic.
I'm all wound up over the graduate school situation. I woke up yesterday morning and had a decision and I'm back to square one. I hate when that happens, although if I don't here anything from Ohio by tomorrow afternoon, I'm Indiana-bound. It's as simple as that. I need to be okay with that. By going to Indiana, it's not as though I'm settling for a horrible school. I really like them and, without the possibility of this mentorship at Ohio, I wouldn't even be considering Ohio. So I need to chill out and be happy that I have choices and choices that are funded.
I made it to the Detroit Institute of Arts this afternoon to check out the Ansel Adams exhibit. I feel, at times, as though he is an overly-commercialized artist, but exhibits like this make me thoroughly appreciate his work. His sense of composition was phenomenal and the tension in his photos make for interesting studies of life. I was particularly drawn to the few portraits in the exhibit, although he's not known for them. There was an organic, direct quality to them that was breath-taking.
I loved the above photo of Georgia O'Keeffe and Orville Cox, taken in 1937 when O'Keeffe and Adams were traveling through the southwest region. (At least that's what the little speaker box at the museum told me - I haven't had a chance to dig into the biography I bought at the museum store yet.) Georgia O'Keeffe seems to happy, present in that moment. I love photographs that catch people at the core of their being - happy, playful and amused with the world and people around them.
My stepdad, Michelle and the twins are in tonight. The twins are seven tomorrow! Yikes!