The Evolution of Decay

Okay. Depressing title. But it's worth it, I promise. The other day, a friend gave me a rose that she purloined from the library. I placed it in a roll of tape to elevate it and struck by its vibrancy, I took a picture of it. The next day, the flower was still on its throne, its petals half dried, half curled. I took another picture because it was somehow even more beautiful than it had been. The third day, the rose had shrivled up completely and I took yet another picture which turned out to be the most striking of all. I have no real philosophical implications for this event other than the fascination of natural progression of things.

Unexpected Events

I know that I never get the chance to write until Saturday, but my first story happened last Monday. We were in rehearsal and between working scenes, music, and dance, there were actors rehearsing in four different areas of the theatre. The music rehearsal was in the front lobby right outside the main theatre where we were running a scene and I could hear them dimly singing. I was glad to hear that they were working, but after a little bit, I heard loud screams. I rushed out of the theatre, ready to reprimand them for not paying attention and as soon as I opened the door someone (or several someones) shrieked, "Close the door, there's a bat!" Sure enough, there was a leathery winged creature swooping around above our heads. We tried encouraging the bat to leave the building, but it flew away from the theatre toward the art side and rehearsal continued as, well, normal.


The second event was perhaps less rare, but substantially more embarrassing. I was walking out of our dance studio and was on a mission to go upstairs. In my concentration, I turned too early and walked directly into the row of lockers that are outside. I didn't even know what I hit, until I had bounced off. Not a single soul was in the hallway to witness my humiliation, but a friend wanted a reenactment and we did a quick photo shoot:

Photo Hunter: Stripes

This is one that was so painfully obvious I wanted to look for something out of the ordinary (ie, not a striped shirt). I was pleased to find this picture of my mom in front of her university for language school and for this exercise we want to focus on the traffic stripes. Mom said she had to cross the street so quickly, with such broad strides that she felt like she was on Abbey Road.

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Take Me Out to the Ballgame

The older I get the harder it is to get out, but I had the opportunity last weekend to go to a softball game from the beginning to the end (ooo...ahhh...) Our girls played a solid game, but in the last few innings, the other team had some good plays and we lost 2-1. Still, it was nice to be in the open air and to spend some time under the bright, yellow thing in the sky. A friend of mine plays catcher for Baylor, and I got some great action shots of her to share.

Happy Birthday!

Whew! Sunday slid right by. Still, happy birthday, Alex! Have fun being five.

The Big Dipper

Project after project, week after week, and I have been fortunate enough to whittle it down to one all-nighter per week (actually: none for this week!). Last week's all-nighter also happened to be my favorite project all semester. The assignment was to build a model based on a haiku that we found online for my scene design class. Here's what came of the assignment:

Many night thoughts

the big dipper tilts

spilling over

The "big dipper" is made with ladders that the actors can climb on and the stars laying on the floor are also platforms that are to be used. The actors can interact with the curtain pieces as well. This model was done in 1/4" scale so the star below is 8' across on its longest axis. (A full toothpick is 10'6")

Photo Hunter: Hands

After rehearsal to unwind: I was fascinated by the reflection of John's the keys and I like the silhouette here. The piano is my favorite instrument to listen to so I am thankful that people have more gifted hands than me.

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