{"id":8763,"date":"2020-04-01T15:41:26","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T20:41:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=8763"},"modified":"2020-04-01T16:25:08","modified_gmt":"2020-04-01T21:25:08","slug":"flowers-in-my-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/04\/01\/flowers-in-my-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Flowers in My Eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hello, welcome back to my blog. I hope your day has been awesome with a side of fries…and a milkshake…and\u2014<\/p>\n

Okay, I will not tantalize you with anymore thoughts of food. Anyway, I hope everyone is well and has something other than canned green beans to eat. And…there I go again.<\/p>\n

Well, in this blog, instead of describing food (even though I am not opposed to the idea), I will be describing pictures in my camera roll. Bear with me…It will make some sense, I hope.<\/p>\n

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To me, this image conveys beauty darkened by anticipation. The glow of the lights are warm and soft and inviting, but clouds have taken over the sky, threatening rain. Time feels still and uncertain. But this scene feels so whole and rich.<\/p>\n

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I like looking at this picture. It feels light and crisp yet warm. I like the pop of red and green in the structured shades of grey. Life blooms out of a concrete pot; I love that. It feels sort of daring and intentional. I am continuously compelled to stop and stare.<\/p>\n

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When looking at this image, I feel contained. I feel heaviness. Yet the open lies in reach. I am not too entirely sure how to move through this sheet of linked chain, but I know that I will be stepping through a waterfall of liquid metal into the sun.<\/p>\n

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Interesting. If I had to assign this picture one word, it would be lateral. I love the blue and gold coloring. And this feels so urban. Although a palm tree grows, it seems trapped and forced to conform to the nature of the area. And no leaves are too be seen. Overall, this image feels colorful and sort of appealing (so many shapes!), but it is missing something, some kind of depth.<\/p>\n

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I love this picture. It feels so exuberant and fresh and lively. It possesses a certain youthfulness, and it feels whole to me. But I think an edge hides somewhere…It feels slightly off.<\/p>\n

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I like the way this image feels. It communicates the laid-back yet disoriented feeling of waking up in a hotel room. Sunlight slides through the blinds as you stretch, your back stiff from sleeping on a sagging mattress with creaking coils (the pull-out couch life). Outside is too bright, so you roll over and cover your head, having no conception of time. I feel warm but not too entirely comfortable.<\/p>\n

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Confusion. Fear. Isolation. An increasing sense of dread as the light is perpetually obscured. Trapped and smothering.<\/p>\n

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I only took this picture to capture an important internal moment in my life, and it communicates how I felt quite well: drab, coarse, soggy, and barren. That describes the desert of pine needles, especially. But across the lake lies so much more: trees, a different shore, and the sky. A pool of reflection stands as a bridge in need of crossing. Overall, this image feels hopeful despite its hollowness. It also feels so cold. I sat in a swing with a Styrofoam cup of coffee in hand at this moment.<\/p>\n

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This feels like decades ago, wow. I took this picture back in February while sitting on a school bus. It feels so nonchalant and austere. But I know that morning felt full of promise and oranges (and Taco Bell).<\/p>\n

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About 7:45 in the morning. I barely finished my coffee, and my backpack is heavy with the weight of math problems. I wait for the elevator on the sixth floor (of the dorm at MSA), and I play with the shadows brought by a new sun. Looking at this picture brings me a lot of nostalgia. Actually, it has such a nostalgic feel anyway. It is warm yet lost in memory, and I have no idea how to feel.<\/p>\n

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When I captured this moment, I felt exhausted and prepared for a late night, ACT prep books in hand. But now I look back at this image and feel nostalgic for these halls (even though all of my classes are on the second floor…). It feels so barren and haunted. It has such a hazy appearance that I want to check my watch and question its veracity. Also, all I can see is the EXIT sign in the distance.<\/p>\n

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Wednesday, 6:55 a.m., I awoke to a lovely pink sunrise. I left my room to step into the sleeping hall, wrapped in a blanket like a tortilla. And I took this picture from a large window near the elevator. It communicates such warmth and promise and hopefulness. The sky has me deciding between sleeping forever and running to math class, and I can only describe it as lovely. One of my favorite mornings and pictures.<\/p>\n

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Walking late one winter night. I love this picture of the SLC. The sky and the air seem extraordinarily cold, but warmth and light pour from the windows. It beckons you to come closer with your red nose and numb face.<\/p>\n

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On my way to the cafeteria for dinner, but stopping to absorb the sunset. I love this type of window and how it manipulates what lies on the other side of the glass. Again, I feel a lot of nostalgia. This image feels frozen in time. I feel as if I am dreaming. But it radiates content, so I like that. I want to go back to this. It feel light and calm.<\/p>\n

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During my off-block, the sun usually began to set (winter). One day I went into the hallway on my floor of the dorm and left with a few pictures. I like this image because the cinder blocks seem melted. And then I start thinking about vanilla cake and banana pudding. Anyway, I love how particular this image is. It is so vague and without any answers, and that is how I wanted it to feel. I miss this: strolling down an empty hall with an orange in hand, at peace for a moment as the school day came to an end. This image make me feel distracted and lost yet warm.<\/p>\n

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Thank you for viewing my blog, and I appreciate everyone’s time. I hope you all have an orange day and eat lots of tacos. And about the title…I will leave its reason up for you to interpret.<\/p>\n

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Wednesday’s Fun Fact:<\/p>\n

Check your plants for mealy bugs! They are a common pest that will infest your plants and make you sad. If you see any evidence of them, isolate the plant(s) and do a little research on how to get rid of the malicious fiends.<\/p>\n

Take care. (:<\/p>\n

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