Through the roof! And underground!

Last week I published the first part to my College Assistant Migrant Program (CAMP) project. It was probably the most work I've put into...anything...ever. Also probably the most difficult feat of photojournalism I've tried to tackle. And it's not very good, but that's okay. I'm going to continue working with it and publishing more.

Anyways, enough ranting. Here's the people you'll meet along the way of it (http://www.statenews.com/index.php/multimedia/28961/5) with pictures you couldn't see.












And when their own walls they will a-crumble,
And all the systems will be discumbumbled,
Around the stump of bigotry, our own

Through the roof! And underground!
Through the roof! Underground!

I had forgotten...

...what it felt like to be exhausted. Then I woke up yesterday morning and remembered.

Is it possible to live an eternal summer? If not, then I've only got one month before I wake up remembering every morning. It's time to play.


fancy pant's birthday. yeah, i know hannah blogged about it already.


super big moth/butterfly/unknown winged creature. for realz, yo.

man, i'm hungry.

Soldering

Yesterday, I learned how to spell solder. Today, I took pictures of it. Weird, huh?



Too tilted to publish, but I like it. Funky business.



Awesome to watch the melting. So pretty.

Completion

If someone held a gun to my head and told me to define myself, I'd pull out this picture.



Seriously? Sneaks AND maps? WITH MY NAME?!

On a side note, if I had $89, I would simply stick my foot out to said gunman since I would obviously be sporting my kicks. But I don't have $89. Rats.

because Lil' Jon ALWAYS tells the truth.

well, i got about 234,524,234 things to do now that i've got class again - so i'm blogging to avoid it, among other procrastination activities.

and because Nichole's so damn cute.

so here's Pride Fest. It was fun, despite the fact my story didn't work out yet for the Michigan Peace Team since no one protested. But I guess it was nice that no one showed up to be fuckin' idiots.

i'll caption later. after all, i do have an entire book to read by 9 a.m. tomorrow.

and i can't find my notebook...

Tittabawassee River Project

Monday was spent in Midland, photographing birds and such. It was a nice surprise to see 'Uncle' Tim, who I lived with for five days when me & Sam traveled to 'Bama with the triathlon team, and spend time with him learning about the work being done by MSU to find out the extent of damage done, or not done, to wildlife living by the river after H.H. Dow dumped a bunch of chemicals around the joint years and years ago.





Next up will be Bike Hospital, aka my backyard, just to document my extreme return to the biking realm. I'll never leave it again. Whitney already did a pretty good job of documenting life at 586 Gunson though, so check out her blog if you want the in-depth lifeview.

me and my friend made a comic book

...and guess how long it took

For some reason, yesterday feels like an eternity ago. However, I do remember riding my bike with no handlebars. And almost breaking my leg hopping back over a fence that surrounded the pool we swam in. Obviously, I keep Robert in mind while making life decisions.







Whoa I spend a lot of time at Bower.