And now for something completely different....

I feel like all I've been talking about has been Hebrew lately, so I would like to shift focus for a moment, if only to distract myself from the pain...

So, I'm in a digital photography class. It's been quite fun to have an excuse to always carry a camera with me to document the lives of the people around me. I find myself thinking a bit more poetically with a camera in my hand; I must get it from my brother.

I went to the park on Friday to study. I enjoy people watching. This man was one of my favorites for the day. He came to the lake alone, and no one came around him while he was there. The whole time he sat in his green chair on the side of the water, he made balloon animals. I didn't watch him long enough to see any final products and I couldn't figure out what he was doing with them when he was done. Next time I see him, I will talk to him about his hobby of making balloon creatures alone by the lake. 

I was trying to keep this little girl's parents from thinking that I was a serious creeper taking pictures of their little girl, but she was precious. The geese were pretty interested in her, but she didn't seem too fond of them. She wanted to feed them from a bag of what looked like onion rings or croutons, but she didn't want to get too close. I enjoyed watching her and the birds that were just her size. 

Some friends of mine enjoyed the beautiful day we were having by climbing one of our trees on campus. I love that it looks like I go to school in a jungle. It reminded me of my trip to Asbury when we encountered the talking tree that yelled, "I'm a talking treeeee!" at us. I love trees. I think they are beautiful.

Two of my favorite things straight from God: trees and colorful sunsets. Spanish moss takes one of the top ten, so this scene pretty much makes me feel so incredibly blessed to be surrounded by gifts from God. I took a walk with my parents the other day as a break from studying (Hebrew, of course) and found a peace of mind that I've been lacking for a while. Nature always puts things in good perspective for me.

This is Larry. Larry and I bonded over a bag of old bread that he ate right out of my hand, but he was also one of the coolest birds out there because he would catch the break in his break when I threw it (the other ones would try and fail). Larry is posing here because he knew I was more interested in the turtles on the other side of the lake. If you find yourself at ASF in the future, find Larry; he's a beautiful old bird with iridescent green feathers.

This is one of my favorite things about the institution I currently call my home. This is Dr. Jeffcoat and his class. It was a beautiful day. I was on the swing waiting for my next class to begin noticing the incredible things about Huntingdon that I often take for granted.

This is Huntingdon's very own troubadour. Colby carries his guitar and plays as he walks all around campus; it makes me so happy to hear music as I walk to and from class. He's a great musician. This place, the Hut, is one of the most welcoming and joyful places, covered with people, on a beautiful day.