Beach Sketches

Beach day with Mom while the boys surfed. 

Gorgeous day. Nice sun. Good times.

Pen and ink on sketch pad.

deviantART

Been too lazy to post lately, sorry 'bout that. I promise a nice big one will come soon! 

In the mean time, I thought I should post a link to a new art account I've formed on deviantart.com. You can view some of the artwork I've added to that gallery. =)

Just click here. 

Hawai'i nei: home again.

Well, Phoenix, I never expected to get to know you at all, but apparently US Airways felt we needed some bonding time. Fortunately for me, "America's Friendliest Airport" includes free wifi and decent food. 

7 hours later, we finally take off, and 24 hours after I left my aunt and uncle's house yesterday morning, I finally arrive.

Home. 

Ah, it feels good.

=)

(By the way, this photo here was not taken yesterday when I got home, since it was around 11:51 pm when we touched down. As a result, I had to pull from a previous trip. Oh well.)

Grad Photo Shoot

A few weeks ago I did a session with my roommate's brother Connor, who graduates from high school this month. Since I haven't done many shoots with people before, this was an opportunity for a new challenge, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I must say, I'm rather pleased with how they turned out. Here are just a few of my favorite shots: 

A Story of a Rainy Day

...We’ve had a lot of ‘em lately.

What is it about rain? Those calm, drizzly days that are either frightfully dreary or blessedly peaceful (depending on your perspective). Mist lurks on the edges of hills and distant clusters of trees. Droplets cling to the trembling petals of spring flowers. Leaves, leftovers from last fall, rest in puddles.

I watch my hallmates jump and splash, hearing the joy in their shrieks of laughter. We happen upon the surprise of an erupting fire hydrant… they require no persuasion to run through, screaming.

Eventually, their excitement carries them much farther than I with my bulky accessories can traverse, but no matter. I walk around the neighborhood of the Island alone, listening to waves lapping, wind wuthering (well, perhaps not quite), and the occasional car rumbling past. The drivers probably wonder at the odd girl with the huge camera meandering past their houses.

After a brief reunion with my hall girls, I find myself past Rodeheaver, as sprinkles of rain again begin to escape from the laden clouds. Now I’m glad I brought the umbrella. Miniscule droplets patter down.

Stray locks curl damply around my face.

The color green is so lush and vibrant under the clouds.

A sense of calm pervades the air. Or is it my mind that has been calmed?

(see post below for photos)