February 2012
11 posts
Cameras That Vernon Has Bought Me
Now that I am in the privileged state of owning enough cameras to take pictures of them with each other, I present to you, my cameras:
Canon SD1400 IS. Technically I bought this, because the one Vernon gave me ran away one cool summer’s evening, but it’s the same model.
Nikon D3100. I have no words. What I do have is an amazing boyfriend.
animalpaths, animalhighway, animaljunction!
“Teagan, I’m going to put my sweater on, you grab the flashlight and shovel.”
Last spring we found a grackle head, mysteriously disembodied and lying on the ground near the river in Hastings. We buried it at the base of a tree overlooking the water, intending to come back for the skull after letting nature clean it for us. This weekend we finally did go back, not really...
Spring Lake Regional Park isn’t actually a nature reserve; from what we saw it was mainly a grounds for archery practice, which I find to be interesting and oddly specific. We left the main paths and followed a trail made by deer through the woods to the water where a million geese were settling down for the night, and made it back out just before the last of the...
In spite of my weird fascination with oil refineries, it hadn’t occurred to me to look at them with the aerial view feature on Bing Maps until just now.
Route 71
My trip home from Vernon’s house involves 3 different buses, and, on average, 2.3 hours. My favorite bus route in the Twin Cities is the 71, which I don’t get to take very often because it stops running in the evenings by the time I’ve gotten out of work or class and head out there — but if I’m leaving from his house early in the morning I get to take it. It runs down...
WatchFor as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by plastic bags caught in trees. Usually they remain trapped for months, and you pass them day after day as they seem to struggle in the wind like an animal hopelessly tangled in a hunting trap, until one day it disappears.
“The corpse, seen without God and outside of science, is the utmost of abjection....”
– Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection