let's be honest about apples

I am working on my small (10 pages) research paper. And a story sticks out to me. The book is called Ancient Greek Athletics by Stephen G. Miller.

“Atlanta had no interest in marrying, but many men were interested in marrying her. She therefore announced that she would wed the man who could beat her in a footrace, and kill anyone who couldn’t. Many made the attempt, and the victims piled up. Melanion took up the challenge. Before the race he prayed to Aphrodite, the goddess of love, for assistance, and she gave him three golden apples, which he threw one by one alongside the track whenever Atalanta seemed to be beating him. Distracted, Atalanta ran off the track in pursuit of the apples, enabling him to win the race.”


The Bible in Genesis 3 tells us about the fall of man and woman.


6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.


16 God to the woman said,
"I will greatly increase your pains in childbearing;
with pain you will give birth to children.
Your desire will be for your husband,
and he will rule over you."


This morning I went the the store to buy an apple so I could have a cheap lunch. My iPod has an apple on it. My grandma's homemade applebar is my favoirte sweet. I grew up on Apple Street.


All these thoughts on Apples are making me wonder what "my apple" in life is.

What is distracting me? What is pleasing?
How do the things that are distracting me rub off on others?


The sad thing about it all is right now the thing most on my mind aside from school is a brand new Apple Notebook.

at least i'm not a cliche

I have never had a day with so many changes. It was cold when I left home at 11, by 11:20 downtown it was hot. Looked at the sky and it was sunny, left my umbrella in the car. From 11:30-1:30 the sky changed and it started to pour. No umbrella by my side. Walked to my car in the rain to get it. Walking to class in the rain has never been so much fun. I was finding joy in the rain. Oh Happy Day I thought! "Joyful, joyful, Lord we adore thee" you know Sister Act style came flowing from my mouth. Nothing could take my Joy.

That is until my photo professor tore me apart. This was the longest critique ever. I didn't think she would ever stop talking, it only took 45 minuets to get to the next person. Here are some of the "highlights" (insert sarcastic talking here)

-too much applied, commercial and journalism in photos (good for me! i can go far with photography being well rounded)
-subject matter is not content
-need to communicate an idea (still working on an idea)
-dig deeper (meaning you stink at this)
-can't tell anything in photos (really?)
-too much about documenting (false)
-predictable (at least i'm not a Cliché)
-formal excuse to take a photo
-applied sense (i know you already told me)
-subject matter is too much (lay off i get it)
-you have a color shift problem here (actually its called night photography)
-too commercial (i could make money after graduation)

And that was my afternoon from 2:30-3:15. After that she praised some photos of a cemetary. (Cliche? I guess not, but you know anyone can take that right?)

Well, while it was sunny out today I did take a few photos. Enjoy and feel free to critique.

"whatever is not eternal, is eternally out of date," C.S. Lewis

I had a hard time paying attention in church today. The only thing I tuned in for was the following:

"The safest place to be is at the center of God's will."

My thoughts started to get going on this. No matter where I live or what I do, someday I will die. Why not do it going all out for God?





So what will I do with my life?