Minnesotan Cotton

San Francisco

My father and I end up going on a lot of small trips away together and San Francisco is always one of my favorite getaways. We always end up exploring some new territory and having adventures.

Tomato

Drawers

As I began to think about college in junior year, I thought more and more about growing up and aging. I wasn't as interested in the physical manifestation of age, but rather how the mind and personality change. I thought about how I present personality to others and I wondered if that would change in the future. This idea of maturing and becoming an adult with more layers as life went on fascinated me even more this year since I graduate from high school in ten days. After visiting the school I attended from K-5, I realized how much I have changed as a person. Change is unavoidable and it is embodied differently in each person. I felt that the best way to represent this hidden layer of personality and experiences that tend to develop with age by opening drawers in my house and photographing the contents.

My sock drawer

My simple shirt drawer

A card drawer

My mother's night stand drawer

My father's dresser drawer

Newspapers

During the election this year, I decided to do an exploration of newspapers as not only props in an ordinary Sunday morning, but as relayers of information. 

Minnesota Storms

Minnesota is best known as the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes, but I know it as the Land of Ten Thousand Storms. Although Minnesotans are stereotyped as quiet, passive aggressive Northerners  our weather is the opposite: loud, aggressive and in your face. The summer is sweltering and incredibly humid. Walking outside will cause any fit person to pour sweat down the back of their shirt. The fall is sharp, gnawing and drawn out. Winters are infamous. I had a snow day on March 5th this year. You know the snow is bad when Minnesotan schools close. Springs are punctured with strong storms that tear apart the beautiful budding flowers and newly glistening leaves.

Ferns that are unlikely to survive the next thunderstorm bravely unfold.

When I was studying for my midterms junior year, my father called me on the phone intercom system (his favorite technology discovery of 2012) and said "Come outside with your camera quick! There are a bunch of clouds that look like butts!"

When it started hailing, my dad ran outside and collected hailstones to freeze and put in his drinks later.

Rain almost always comes at night.

I know summer is around the corner when I am watching the storm inside the screened porch after the sun sets.

Moroccan Chicken Photo Story

The leaders on my Moroccan photo expedition assigned everyone in the trip a theme and we were expected to find a series of photos that tells the story. My peers received themes like the line between work and play and how religion and family mix in Islamic cultures. After looking through my photos from the beginning of the trip, the leaders decided I would do a quirky story about chickens. I suppose I can really capture the spirit of a chicken.