I’m going to keep this post short, which seems like a rip-off, since I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks, but life (and EC) has just been so darn busy. I’ll leave you with some photos to let you see what I’ve been up to the past few weeks.
Better than Instagram! My grandpa had some filters for his old camera, and let me borrow them to experiment with. This is using a orange vignette filter with a six photo prism.
This is another filter photo. This time with just a plain vignette filter.
This is Pokey. He is my Human Sexual Biology professor’s tortoise. He visited my class one day and I’m pretty sure it’s unanimous that tortoises are about as cool an animal as there is.
Wednesday I went to a performance of “Viver Brasil:Feet on the Ground” to get pictures for the newspaper and to cover it for EC’s radio station. It was really exhilarating and fascinating. Of course, at the end they came into the audience and wanted us to dance, and I was sitting close to the stage and they got me to stand up…I’m not really the best dancer in the world.
This is my favorite image from Wednesday. It was defiantly a ‘decisive moment’ photograph.
Monday went as well as it’s been going for the past few weeks. And ‘well’ is not the word to describe it. Horrible. Tear-inducing. Any synonym for that. But, the week gets better, usually. And life goes on.
My mom’s dog Joy. A Jack Russel Terrier who is very photogenic.
This has been an interesting week. Monday’s Human Sexual Biology class had me becoming a hypochondriac as we had a lecture on the BRCA gene. Tuesday I got through a test in World History and a test in my Art History class. I’m pretty confident about those two tests. Wednesday Snowpocalypse 2012 hit western Wisconsin. I had doubted that it would really snow, because the formula for calculated the real amount of snow forecast-ed (as opposed to the fake amount of snow that the weatherman tells us) is to take the lower end of the forecast-ed number, divide it in half and subtract one. It was projected at first to be 4-8 inches of snow. So 4/2=2-1=1. No big deal. But then the number changed, and it was actually (sort of) right.
Slow shutter speed on the bridge facing The Hill. Notice The Hill is capitalized. Because it is that infamous.
What I’m saying is Wednesday was really bad. Living out in the country on a dead-end road usually means that we get plowed out last. Well, it also means that the power will go out. And out it went. I first noticed that the power was probably out when I woke up at 8: 20 and saw that my alarm hadn’t gone off. It took me a second to connect my blank screened clock with a power outage, but my sleepy brain got it. I then slept to 11:00. I got up and panicked because I couldn’t brush my teeth properly without water. Luckily the power came on just as I entered the bathroom. And then I went to class.
A shot of a script I’m starting. A friend and I want to do a silent movie and I’ve been working on some ideas.
Thursday was my exciting day. I went to classes, had an hour break before my time in the photo studio. The previous Saturday I had went to Best Buy and caved and bought a camera. Frankly, it was about time.
They were out of stock, so they told me to come in Thursday. And of course I went in.
My mom once told me that she likes to do something creative once a day. I’ve been trying to follow that advice.
Some days it’s easier than others. I’m sort of glad that I have a major (well, mix of majors) that allow me to think creatively. I suppose you think that journalism doesn’t sound like a very creative thing to go into, but it is. I’m also involved in classes and clubs at school that help me stay creative.
But right now I feel like I’m not keeping that creative vibe. I have a studio photography assignment, and I have ideas, but I just can execute them. Or I don’t know if I can. And I haven’t been writing lately. That makes me sad.
This is my little jar for misc. sewing supplies. The little dress on the hanger is a key chain Anne made for me.
Writing is one thing that I really care about being creative about. It’s what I want to do with my life, and when I go for more than a few days without writing anything creative I go a little crazy. At least I have somethings that help me to stay sane on the creative side. I talked before about how I like to do fashion drawings. And obviously photography. I like to be creative with sewing.
I don’t sew very much (I blame the time I don’t ever seem to have), but when I do I like thinking up what colors to use for fabric, and then what trim to use. It’s fun.
Water color painting.
Finally, although I’m not very good at it, I really like water color painting. I mostly paint flowers (because they are easy).
Source: beingbrazen.com via saltykisses
I first found this 33 ways to stay creative last summer, and recently re-found. How do you keep creative?
The view from the 7th floor of the humanities building. In the distance you can see a lovely bridge that is the worst to walk over during the winter,.
I’ll admit, when I first started here I thought I had made the wrong choice. It turns out that it wasn’t that way, I may just have been drug down by past events that made me want to get away from Eau Claire. Just this past summer I was still considering transferring to the University of Wisconsin-Madison once my junior year rolled around.
But then fall rolled around, and the first two weeks I thought to myself “this is going to be a long, stressful semester.” and in some ways it was stressful, but it flew by. And that kind of makes me sad, because as stressful as it was, it was by far the best semester I had.
This is the administration building--the oldest building on campus, built in 1916. By far my favorite builing.
And hopefully they just keep getting better.
This semester I got a job working for the school paper as their staff photographer (work meaning unpaid), I’m taking more journalism classes and hoping that I don’t get nervous writing so many stories this semester, I’m joining organizations (photo and Society of Professional Journalists), and taking a studio photography class.
This is the view from the bridge (I've always wondered if it had a name). It's beautiful, but a cold place to walk.
I’m never going to be home.
But I don’t think I’ll mind, because it’s a great place to be.
This is the first post on Tulip and Thistle. Anne and I decided that for this post I would introduce the two of us and what we hope to accomplish with this blog.
Hello, I’m Elizabeth. I’m a journalism/history student in Wisconsin. I’ll be posting on Fridays. I know I want to post a lot about vintage fashion, photography and sewing. I’m hoping to use this blog as an excuse to get more into sewing, as I haven’t really sewn in over a year (I blame classes).
Anne is the other poster on this blog. We have been friends since we were 6 years old and I’m surprised that we haven’t started a blog. I’m sure Anne will take a moment to tell you about herself when she gets to posting on Tuesday.
And, since just a hello is boring, I’ll leave you with some photos of mine.
I love these powder puff girls of my mom's. The one with the hat reminds me of a Paul Poirot design.
I shouldn't have looked at this. It makes me long for sunny days and flowers