I sat in my kindergarten classroom distracted by the other ruffians, the possibilities of the cloudless sky outside, and my teacher's shoulder pads. Idly playing with my hands, I picked at a patch of road rash from a bike accident a week earlier. Quietly ticking over Mrs. Basham's shoulder, the big hand crept towards 9 and the promise of wall ball and the creaking swing sets. The moment the bell rang, I knocked over my chair as I scrambled to the door.
Seventeen years and 3,300 miles away from the linoleum floors of my cold war era elementary school, I pass time in the final classes of my conventional education, checking my watch with the same eagerness as an ADD five-year old. Excited by the prospect of new experiences and a faster pace of life, I kick back in my chair. Instead of staring into the depths of my small hands, I flick and tap on the screen of my iPhone taking pictures of my last month of college.
Colby's woodshop in Sidney, Maine.
My last field trip, Belgrade, Maine.
Spending an afternoon in Sheep's Meadow, Central Park.
Subway maintenance, New York.
Master's weekend, Middlebury, Vermont.
Apartment searching, West Village.
Sitting by the Johnson Pond, Colby College.
Enjoying New England's oysters.
A Frito Bandito in Vermont.
All of these photos were taken with my iPhone 3Gs and filtered with Colorcross from Camerbag.
Out of Reception: My Last Month of College (Picasa),
Out of Reception (ART).