My latest project, which I’m very excited about is a short video I am completing for one of my last film classes. My original plan was to film a short in a car, but underestimated the difficulty of doing this without a steady cam. Due to time constraints, I threw together a quick film noir using my sister and fiance as talent. It was so much fun to experiment with this film style.
Halfway through May 2016, a homesick girl landed in the Paris after an eight-hour overseas flight from Detroit. That girl spent her first few hours in Paris on the top of a boat cruising the river Seine. That Paris was the city of light was immediately apparent, as was that it was the city of love, marked by the couples dotting the banks of the river in the twilight.
The only picture that turned out as I froze in the chilly evening air was this shot of the back of Notre Dame. I ended up getting a cold from jet lag and the exposure to the wind and chill of an unseasonably cold Parisian May, but this picture forever documents the first night of my European adventure.
Side note: for all of you traveling to Paris I highly recommend the Generator Hostel. I spent two whole days holed up in one of their rooms watching Friends as I nursed myself back to health and was astounded by their clean, affordable establishment. The food in the cafe is expensive, but also yummy and convenient. Also, there’s a Franprix (a French grocery-type store) across the Place du Colonel Fabien, which is the square the hostel is located in. Also on the Place is a metro station…and don’t even get me started on the wonders of the Parisian metro…my biggest disappointment in America is our lack of cheap, safe metro travel that features the notes of trumpet players and jazz singers echoing through the underground hallways.
Christian Yonkers is a local musician with an incredible voice and indie style. He has been performing for a while and is considering developing an online presence for his music, so decided to get a jump on some pictures while the leaves are still on the trees. He has a gig coming up in a few weeks so its exciting to see where these pics will go.
By far my favorite woodland subject is mushrooms. The woods behind my university are filled with them this time of year. Last Sunday I was able to venture out into the fall sunshine and spend my day getting leaf mold in my hair, laying in awkward angles to get the shot I want of these beautiful, short-lived organisms.
After the rush and bustle of Paris, my school group took a break in small, picaresque town of Bayeux. The people here were incredibly kind, and took life at a more leisurely pace than their Parisian counterparts.
Bayeux’s main claim to fame is that it is home to the Bayeux Tapestry. This ancient relic depicts William the Conqueror’s conquest of England. We got to go see it, and even though I’m not a history person, I was quite impressed. The tapestry is over a thousand years old, but is still incredibly clear and the storyline is easily followed.
Bayeux was the favorite town of many in our group. The weather, mild with a bite of chill, afforded perfect walking among sedentary streets, quaint buildings shadowing the sidewalks and welcoming passerbys with banners and displays.
As a bit of a rebel-child I have a problem sometimes reconciling myself with the idea that I am an American. I am a citizen of one of the most powerful countries in the world which has culturally taken over almost every other country. While in China I frequently heard American songs on the radio in English despite the amount of talented Chinese artists that exist. It made me slightly furious to realize that my country had so influenced
However, I must admit I experienced a lot of national pride during my time in Normandy. My group from college had the privilege to go on an incredible tour of WWII sites. The guide was very respectful to all people who fought in the war, but focused on stories of valiant Americans who laid down their lives.
While in the area, we visited Pointe du Hoc, a German fort which was attacked during the D-day invasion (the pic with the fence post), Struthof concentration camp (the pic with the barbed wire), a town which had a skirmish (the pic of the fence, the dent is from a bullet), and a number of other significant sites.
Of all the cities in France, my favorite was Strasbourg. Right on the border of France and Germany, Strasbourg is an incredible hub for travelers. People sleeping in backpacks on the edge of the river, dread-locked backpackers with dogs, obvious Euro-drifters…it was definitely my kind of place.
My favorite aspect to Strasbourg was probably the streets, which were all cobbled. The fascinating thing about this city is its German influence. I actually spent twenty minutes in Germany, crossing the bridge long enough to get some rocks for my worldwide rock collection (Eastern Europe, Western Europe, China, and America so far!) The city has drifted back and forth between the two countries as the boundaries changed.
Notable things that happened in this city: I went to church in the crypt of the Notre Dame of Strasbourg, I won a stuffed Alsace stork in a scavenger hunt, and I got caught in a hail storm.