Monthly Archives: September 2010

Red leaves

I was out enjoying the beautiful 75-degree weather this afternoon while shooting photos for a homework assignment. It was wonderful.

And can I just say how much I love my major? If I were into chemistry, I would be stuck in some lab mixing chemicals together. I would be inside, wishing I could be outside taking photos. This is just one reason why photography and I are perfect for each other.

I don’t do science.

As I was walking around this afternoon, I noticed what I thought were pretty red flowers on tall green bushes. I walked toward the flowers and realized they weren’t flowers at all. They were leaves.

Red leaves say what?

In Kansas, our leaves are green. Well, actually sometimes they’re brown, but that’s because it never rains in Kansas.

And sometimes small children grow up without knowing what leaves even are because there are no trees in Kansas.

I’m only kidding. Sort of.

Here are the beautiful, mysterious Arkansan red leaves.

I want to know what makes them so vividly red.

Well, you see, the beta-carotene found in the plants leaves cause the pigment to appear bright red and….

I’m not really serious. I have no idea what makes the leaves red. I already told you that I don’t understand science.

But I do know that the mix of red and green leaves is absolutely beautiful. It’s a perfect example of color harmony (which is coincidently what I was looking for).

Homework assignment complete.

Colors of Mayfield

Mayfield, the all-female dorm on campus, had a paint war last weekend and I had the privilege of being the event photographer.

Thanks, ladies! Y’all were a blast.

Here’s a sneak peek of the event.

This is college life at its finest right here.

Who needs homework when you have buckets of paint and a sunny afternoon?

Homework is overrated.

Bless you for not getting paint on my camera.

And here is the winning team: down middle. You are all so cute and happy. Congrats, girls!

On desks and personality

The desk. It’s the essential piece of furniture for any college student.

I’ve spent many all-nighters fighting off sleep at my desk. Writing papers, finishing projects, editing photos… none of which would get done if I chose to work, say, on my couch. The couch is comfy. The couch is warm. It beckons me to sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleeeee– zzzzz.

I may or may not have learned that lesson the hard way.

I may or may not have learned that lesson more than once.

So I work at my desk. My cold, hard, uninviting desk. But I try to make it a little more enticing by decorating with things that make me happy.

Welcome to what’s on Kristy’s desk, episode one.

It’s actually clean this week. Sort of.

There she is in all her cheap college furniture glory. In case you couldn’t tell, I like green. A lot. Just fyi.

This is my first ever reed diffuser. I’ve wanted one for a while and was holding out and holding out. I don’t know why. I guess I wanted to buck the trend. Maybe this isn’t the case in not-college world, but reed diffusers are all the rage here. Every female college student I know has a sleek, tall cylindrical reed diffuser sitting somewhere on a shelf in her room. I don’t like following trends. Even when the trends are cute and smell pretty.

I want my room to smell pretty.

I caved.

I saw this particular reed diffuser in the store and immediately fell in love with it. I adored the uniqueness of the rounded glass, the twisty, curly reeds and the bead and the ribbon. It was just so cute. So I bought it.

But there’s a problem.

See that red oil? Yeah, it smells like cinnamon. Not that I don’t like cinnamon, but I would rather not feel like I’m working in a Big Red factory. Thank you.

Lesson learned: do not become so distracted by pretty reeds that you forget to notice the scent of the oil that will permeate your entire dorm room for the next nine months of your life.

But look at that flower. It’s too perfect.

I’ve decided that I can live with the smell.

Chocolate kisses. Hello mi amor. I can’t live without you. I’m sorry you have to live in a plastic bowl that doesn’t match anything. You deserve better than that. But thanks for keeping me sane. Ok, bye.

My computer. My beautiful, wonderful MacBook Pro that I absolutely could not live without. I dropped it once. I almost died. Then I went and at a dark chocolate kiss and life was good again.

This makes me happy for two reasons. A) it’s bright and cheerful and it’s covered in happy faces. I feel like happiness is kind of a given emotional response. And B) it’s from my momma. She sends me happy cards while I’m away at college. It’s nice to get happy cards from home.

But my favorite thing on my desk is not Momma’s card (sorry Mom), or my computer and it is certainly not my Big Red cinnamon oil.

It’s this.

It’s a box. It’s teal. It has pretty flower looking things. I’m already in love.

But there’s more.

Can you guess what it is yet? I’ll give you a hint: the stickers are envelope seals.

(Ok, maybe that was more of a dead giveaway than a hint, but I love ya and it’s Wednesday so I thought I’d give your brain a break).

It’s a box of cards. Oh heaven help me, these are just precious and so my thing. I love the green. And the blue. And the flowers. And the dots.

Love, love, love.

Funny story about this box of cards, the label on them in the store said “STATIONARY.”

Some of you might be scratching your heads thinking, “Uh duh, Kristy. That’s what it is. Somebody hasn’t gotten enough sleep lately…”

Well, no, I haven’t slept enough. I’m in college. I don’t sleep. But… that doesn’t make the “STATIONARY” on my box of cards any less wrong.

“Stationary” means still, not moving, parked, stopped, motionless, whatever you want to say along those lines. I was buying “stationery.”

I was actually buying stationary stationery.

Ok, bad joke. I’m sorry. I told you that I don’t sleep enough.

Anyway, the point is that I’m a journalist and misused words bother me. I can’t help but notice them and once I do notice them, I can’t un-notice them. It’s a problem.

But the box and the cards were just so doggone cute, I decided to overlook the horrible grammatical error.

I make many sacrifices for the sake of aesthetics. It’s also a problem.

But at least I have a pretty desk.

You say boonies, I say love.

I’ve spent the first 17 years of my life growing up in a small town in the boonies of southwest, Kansas. A town with ten times as many cattle as people. A town where everybody knows everybody… and everybody’s business. A town with lots of dirt, no trees and a constant wind.

And for most of my life, I hated it.

I always wanted to be a city girl. I wanted to go to a big university, get a fast-paced job and live in the middle of all the action.

Funny how life rarely works out the way I want it to…

By God’s grace I ended up at a small private college in rural Arkansas of all places. Life here is slow-paced, if you want action you have to make it yourself and there ten times as many chickens as people.

And I absolutely love it.

I’m not quite sure how my change-of-heart came about. Or when. Or why.

I don’t know a lot of things.

But I do know why I love living in the boonies.

1. Wheat – If you’ve never stood alone in the middle of a wheat field on a windy summer day in Kansas, you are missing out on life. There’s nothing quite like the bristle of a million golden wheat plants brushing against each other in the wind. The sound is almost too beautiful to explain. It’s heavenly, breathtaking, enchanting, (adjective, adjective adjective…). If you haven’t done it, do it. Put it on your bucket list.

2. Wide open spaces – Sometimes I’ll just stand outside and look. Look at the sky. Look at the ground. Look as far as I can see. Our nearest neighbors is miles away and it almost feels like I’m living on my own little earth. I’m still not quite sure why that appeals to me because I’m definitely a people person, but hey, I don’t ask questions. I just go with it.

3. Dirt – Ok, don’t judge me. At least not until you go find a field of dirt. Not the garden in your backyard or the place where the stickers grow in the corner of the school playground. I mean real, dark brown, rich, good-for-growin’-crops Kansas dirt. Smell it. Sink your bare feet into it. Smell it again. Love it.

4. Thunderstorms – They’re beautiful. And amazing. I’m a huge fan. That’s all.

5. No traffic! – There is the occasional summer traffic jam when three cars get behind a combine on the highway, but I’m sure it still beats L.A. at rush hour any day.

Livin’ and lovin’ the bucolic life,

kskristy

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