Waste Land

The most memorable aspect of the Waste Land documentary was the pictures that he took. Not the ones made of trash, but the actual photos; especially the one of the Isis and her friend. I learned that I should not judge someone just because they have a different job or just because they live in a different country.

The pickers must have felt very special when Vik Muñiz decided to make an art project out of there jobs. They must have figured that since it was such a bad town, full of drugs and fighting, that nobody would want to go there or have any part of it. To have a job like garbage picking turn into art that people pay for, it is incredible.

If someone made artwork from an aspect of my life, I would want the art made out of something musical or field hockey. They are my two passions and play a major role in my life. To be made into art and have my life made into something bigger, I would feel that someone cared; that my life was worth something much more.

Isis and Valeria

Photo Essay Analysis

I chose this photo because my family is military and so are a lot of my older family members. In the photo is a soldier of the U.S. Army Old Guard. You may not notice that many of the gravestones do not have an American flag next to them. It is Memorial Day and it took 1,300 soldiers, marines, and sailors  three hours to put a flag at the base of over 300,000 graves in Arlington Cemetery in Washington, D.C. This means a lt to me because it shows that we remember the fallen and that we care. This also reminds me of the soldiers that stand outside the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier no matter day or night, rain or shine. The question is, would you be willing to do this for your fallen heroes of the United States of America?

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/05/memorial_day_2009.html

Photo Journalism: Looking In

Here are photos I think represent looking in.

Looking into the pan that my sister is making cupcakes in

Looking into a candle holder

Looking into my analog clock in the kitchen



President's Day in Vermont

During the 3-day weekend, I went to my house in Vermont. We drove by a lake in Newport, VT (10 minutes from Canada) and saw a bunch of people icefishing. We decided to go out on the ice and test it.

This is (from left to right) me, my brother, Robert, and my sister, MariPat. We all jumped at the same time and we were still face. It was 12 degrees out!!!

We also went snowmobiling a lot. My sister and I drove so much we could barley talk because our faces were frozen and we got major windburn. It was a lot of fun though. My little sister, Lanie, was on the back while I drove around in my neighbor's field on their property. We live up the mountain from them.

In a nutshell, my weekend was full of freezing walks and rides, shooting targets, and working out.

Photo Journalism: Color

These pictures represent color to me.

The tie-dye shirt I made over the summer.

The painting Ms. Rosalie from Vermont gave me.

My parents' bedspread.



Photo Journalism: Texture

These photos represent texture to me.

My grandma crocheted this blanket for me. It is very soft.

This table has been in my family for 14 years. Every time you write, it goes through the paper and gets imprinted on the table.



I love the feeling of running my hand over a keyboard or piano even though I barley play it.





Photo Journalism: Underneath

These are all pictures that show 'underneath.'

under trolley in kitchen

under wood pile

under my trampoline