Imagination

Thought another snippet was due. This happens shortly before Megan introduces Jane to Enchantia, and it's important because it shows, even early on, the kind of imaginations these girls have:

After we filled up on s'mores we sang songs and told ghost stories. The Woods late at night is the best place to tell them. We got so into one of the stories, we saw something.
“L-look,” Megan stammered.
My mouth wouldn't open. All I could do was stare as a glowing white mist floated through the treetops, making eerie whispers as it passed.

Another year!

Can I just say it is crazy that I have already been blogging for almost two years? Thanks to those few but awesome readers who have stuck around all this time, and very patiently, especially these days.

I'm sure everyone is all partied out from New Year's, so instead of last year's unblog-day party, I'm gonna keep the second anniversary of my blog (which is really in a few days but I have to post this while I've got the chance) New Year's themed. I'll start off with two photos, which I took and printed in a darkroom during one of my photography classes waaay back in 2004:



This was taken in Times Square. It was cool to have that classic New Year's experience, but I have no interest in doing it again. The crowds are insane! And we waited for like four hours in the bitter cold. My teacher actually liked the shot. Said it looked like it was taken on some alien planet.



Took this on the way back home. The girl is my friend Sima. Didn't mean to shake the camera but I like the effect it had.

And here's a snippet from an essay written for a contest about that very same New Year--

Take New Years of 2004. I never had the experience of going to Times Square, and that year I finally decided was the year. Everyone was together, laughing with strangers like old friends (although ironically, some drunken students from the University of Dayton peed right on the ground in front of everyone and were escorted away by the police.“You're giving us a bad name!” I shouted at them). It didn't matter how much money you had or where you came from. As the ball dropped and fireworks burst into a rainbow of golden, sparkling colors in the semi-dark Times Square sky, there was such happiness and togetherness. People leaped and shrieked, sang and laughed. When New Yorkers celebrate, they do it hard-core. But it was more than that. I felt such hope for the world in those moments. If everyone could just get along and be happy the way New Yorkers do on New Year's, who knows what the world would be like.

Hope you all had a great one! And thanks again for reading!