Dishonesty?

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Taken in the Rutgers Ecological Preserve on Livingston Campus. The place looks deceptively shallow from the outside. I’ll bet it’s even nicer closer to spring and summer, when the canopy’s a little more dense. 

There’s an argument floating around out there that doing photography for the sake of memory tends to cheapen the moment. That going through the motions of dressing up an image with fancy editing tricks and going out of your way to shoot photos in these moments detracts from the very act of being there. Far be it from me to argue. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions, right?

Everyone’s got their own way to try and make a moment immortal. Everyone’s got their own way to respect how short this all is.

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Dishonesty?

Gone for too long without a trip…

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A carved tree on at the side of some trail in the Adirondacks. I think this was over the summer. We had stopped at Lake Placid for a night on our way up to Montreal. Had to wait for family photos to wrap up before I snapped this one. :p

I’ve been posting a lot of urbex on Instagram lately. The last field trip to the warehouse has my Lightroom queue pretty stuffed at the moment – not to mention the fact that I went back to the old abandoned farm not too long after. Truth be told, you get a little limited when you stay within the scope of your town as far as photos go.

Suburbs and city. Seems like I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. I miss the mountain air. The canopy of green over my head. The sound of a winding stream leading through the woods to god-knows-where.

Gone for too long without a trip…

Hello back.

I took this picture while my girlfriend and I were wandering around this patch of green owned by the university I go to.

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It’s a nice little spot with a few trails that branch off up hills and through the woods – a good place to just set out and get lost for a little while, you know, walk from tree to tree and just breathe it all in. That being said, my sense of direction is absolutely terrible, and I didn’t follow Paige’s sage advice of “let’s take a picture of the trail map”. In my defense, though, I don’t think too many people actually ended up doing that either. We ran into two different groups – one asking where the bamboo gardens were (fuck if I knew – I probably sent them off in the one direction with my vague answer), and the other shuffling hastily around us, trying not to make eye contact and make it weird. Eventually we came across this post, and a little ID sticker slapped on it grabbed my attention. I just had to laugh after I read it.

Because…well, me either, person. Me fuckin’ either.

Hello back.