Week 8- Confusion [Rebekah]

Confusion.

Anything can be confusing if viewed the right way.

Or rather, the wrong way.

Week 8 - Confusion [Aaron]

As I was thinking about different "confusing" things this week, I had a spark of inspiration upon leaving a Beethoven concert at the University of Toledo when I saw a "field of art" just waiting to be photographed! The only problem was that I forgot my camera! I was completely devastated to miss such a great opportunity... But thanks to my amazing mother, I was able to take an exciting adventure to the University of Toledo this morning to capture the many interesting and confusing art displays I had seen. I was so happy to finish this week with some quality work; and am also thankful to my mom who transported me across town and modeled a few photos for me!

This optical illusion also caught my eye for "confusion" prior to my odyssey to the university later on in the week. 

And somehow this interesting scenario occurred one day after it snowed. It was quite confusing to me how it might have happened.

Week 8 - Confusion [Nick]

Alright, so. I told my fellow visualization friends that I would be posting pictures last Wednesday. But, I didn't. And that is because I decided to post everything (well, almost everything) that I am missing all at once tonight, since I didn't have any plans. So, scroll down, there are more posts from me than just confusion.

Again, I apologize for being so late. I am still working on innocent and splendor. Thank you for being patient with me, especially my friends who gave me the opportunity to do this.

And now, my pictures.

Confusion.

Nothing really comes to mind. Except for these photographs.

Enjoy!

Week 8 - Confusion [Jeannette]

Unfortunately, this week's word was sort of appropriate. I had some ideas, but I didn't execute them very well, and haven't the time to do so.

I thought of the confusion of a messy room, and the overwhelming amount of books one could read. I tried to portray this with multiple exposures.

 

The first thing, perhaps, that came to mind for confusion was a scene at Kid's Club. Masses of kids rushing from the room, rummaging through coats and backpacks and lunchboxes, of which something is always lost-confusion is the word that comes to mind. However, it's hard to capture that in a photograph, and I didn't.

I thought also of the kids crazily dancing to one of their favorite songs, Stop and Go.

Then, I wanted a page full of randomly scribbled mathematical formulas. This was the closest I could find.

Last:

And if you know why I put that one, you understand; and if not, well, then, you were confused, so it's appropriate, right?

Maybe someday I'll go back and take a decent picture of all of these. (Except for the...animal.)

Week 7 - Romantic [Rebekah]

I have to admit to everyone out there that I kinda stole Bryce's idea when it came to romantic; that is, the Anne of Green Gables theme.

You see, when I think of romantic, a few things pop into my head. There is the candlelight dinner with wine in sparkling glasses, the low light, the man in a tuxedo, the woman with diamond earrings. Then there's the cheesy romantic; the pink hearts, the candy, the red roses, the awful sappy poems.

But then there's the sincere, simple romantic. The Anne of Green Gables type- the carefree walks through the meadows, old-fashioned china plates, the White Way of Delight, Anne's pearl ring,  It's quaint; lovely. It's  the best sort of romantic. 

The Anne of Green Gables theme is intriguing  I may have to re-visit it someday if I ever have a small, freckled, red-haired girl in my acquaintance. 

Week 7 - Romantic [Nick]

Romantic.

Unfortunately, I was never able to get ahold of some roses. Oh well.

Romantic to me is... A love letter. Or, a ring. Or, a proposal, or a flower, or... Anything that makes someone feel loved or admired. It's that "aww" feeling we get when we're at a wedding and the bride and groom just said their vows as they stared in each other's eyes. It's beautiful. It's heart-warming. It's romantic.

Week 7 - Romantic [Bryce]

Although, my idea of romantic is probably going to be a little bit different from the normal idea of romantic. I'm not thinking of chocolates, flowers, or people making googly eyes at each other... though all of these have their place :) But this week my inspiration was lace, pearls, and anything vintage I could find. Now, I did throw in a little hand holding and a flower, but I tried to keep away from all the "gooshy" romantic stuff the best I could.

"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Week семь - Romantic [Parker]

I have not been around recently. I have not been eager to take pictures or post them and for that I apologize. However, when I decided to come back I was given the word "Romantic". Everyone taking pictures for this blog can tell you my first thought was, "Eww". My second thought was, "We need to have the guys pick some of these words". Though I did not want to take pictures this week I did not want to leave you without a picture for a third week. I now give you the cheesiest romantic photograph in my possession.

To those of you who say that I am cheating because I took this picture in September I say this: I don't care. This is the epitome of romantic.

Week 7 - Romantic [Jeannette]

Romance brings a vast array of ideas and images to mind. Considering it, I found a definition I like.

Romance: an emotional attraction or aura belonging to an especially heroic era, adventure, or activity. 

(Aura is an awesome word that is too seldom used.)
 
In this sense, I've always been romantic. I love that aura. I've always dreamed of ivy-covered walls, old-fashioned houses, gazebos, paths through the woods, bubbling brooks; wished I could have an imaginary friend (I attempted once, but you can't force yourself), go to Prince Edward Island, live in a Secret Garden type of house, ride in carriages; and loved old books, barns, dressing up, wearing skirts, attics, letters, ribbons, neat old fonts...

But as Anne said, "I have come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea. It was probably easy enough in towered Camelot hundreds of years ago, but romance is not appreciated now."

And if one cannot be romantic on Prince Edward Island, in a little town with places like the White Way of Delight and old cemeteries while people still used horses for transportation, it's pretty much hopeless now.

But as Matthew advised, "Don't give up all your romance, Anne...a little of it is a good thing--not too much of course--but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."

Ideally, what comes to my mind for romance is a picture of the very wrinkly hands of an old couple. This wasn't practical, however. Trying to think of something available that was old, my mind traveled towards the barn-but stopped at something in the bathroom on the way.

It wasn't what I was imagining, but it would work: the bouquet from the wedding I was in last year.

I had fun playing with the colors.
 

Of course, black and white is always romantic.

But in this case, I thought the color was more.