The Irony

You might not be able to tell at first, but this photo is ironic. I was wandering around Harlem, camera in hand. I stopped, lifted my camera, and pressed the shutter. You’d think from looking at this picture that the women were meant to be my main subject, that I pressed the shutter to capture…

Exercising My Right

Today is Election Day in the United States, and the first one where I’m actually eligible to vote. It’s a bit less exciting to turn 18 in a mid-term election year than in a presidential election year, but I’ve been waiting to exercise my right for a while now. I filled out my ballot the…

Not a Dalmatian

As a child, Halloween meant preparing a costume, planning which neighborhood to trick-or-treat in, and waiting for the sun to go down to begin prancing from house to house asking politely (or not so politely) for candy from strangers. In college, Halloween means coming up with up to three different costumes, asking around for addresses…

First Ithaca Traditions

As a freshman, I never participated in the various traditions that most students here accomplish in their first few months. Returning for my second year, I knew it was time to start crossing off items on the unspoken Ithaca bucket list. My first trip to the gorges was a battle: walking a mile or so to…

Unzipped

How people handle joy and pride shows you a lot about them. How people handle pain and remorse shows you even more. I’m not the girl who sits on countertops and swings her legs slightly as she falls in love or makes a big decision. I’m the girl that makes pro/con lists and sees everything as a process.…