6/11/11

Three shades of grey in Marseille.

I don't remember every picture I've taken, word I've read, or note I've written.

Lately I've been stuck looking for things forgotten or skipped over... and remembering them for finals.

4/26/12

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In what has been a  maelstrom of turmoil, more personal than academic, I was asked if I was going on an outdoor adventure. With neither context nor reason to believe that such activities lay ahead, I thought quickly as I finished my business at Salvation Army- a new pair of L.L. Bean Bean Boots tagged $8.99 in hand. With intrigue established and restlessness unending, I thought of one place we could visit within the one hour time constraint.

In the car, songs from a playlist weeks late and still unsent to a dear friend dulled the silence.

Familiar businesses gave way to the gently rolling hills of southern Indiana.

"Where are we going?"

I responded only that providing a proper name compromised the integrity of the location, instead mitigating the mystery and AF's doubt by letting her know that this destination was somewhere very special to me.


It's a place I've kept secret for far too long, even from myself.


Stopping in front of the familiar yellow gate, I felt as if I was visiting a stranger. The circumstances, my circumstances are different every time I've returned. To date, I've only taken one other person, AF aside, to The Other Quarry, but in time, I'm sure I'll bring more.

My trio of cameras watched from the top of a monolith that would dwarf JAH's Mini. With our backs to the teal and cerulean waters, glistening unusually bright under the clear sky, I found a shard of catharsis as we whipped a stack of forgotten clays at a jagged wall of stone.

Sometimes you just need to break something.

9/17/11

4/19/12