Wednesday, September 19, 2012

MP2



I live on West Lane Avenue so I can start from my apartment ten minutes ahead and walk to the classroom.  My journal is pretty pretty short.
 
After I got out of the elevator and walked through the lobby of the first floor of the apartment building. I saw the sunshine at the beginning of a day. Because my room is shady all the year, I felt warm and fresh the first time of the day at this moment. I want to show the plants, maybe not that beautiful, with water spray and the warm sunshine penetrated them. I added some effect on that to make it look as warm as I thought.
 
Mason smelled like a tired young guy every time I got in. The café is near the entrance so I could smell a stream of coffee bean, seem like it was already exhausted in the beginning of a day. Again, I want to focus on some positive side of a business college. So the sky is blue, the grass and trees are green, the buildings are scarlet. This picture looks very clean and with energy by the young students walked on the road to fight for their future.
 
After getting out of mason, walking toward Woodruffs, every time I would hear the traffic light: “ Walk sign is on to cross Woodruff. Walk sign is on to cross… twelve, eleven, ten, nine...” I could feel the CARB bus besides me, see it out of the corner of my eye and hear the sound of the engine. Yes everyday is same.Then it was Knowlton Hall, with a big hole on its ceiling, of course them designed it. But recently I discovered something different. When I tried to look up at the sky rough the hole, I found that there had been some green cirrus growing and filling it. That looked amazing, no matter if they designed it or not. I added some sunshine effect in order to let it look like the sun shined through the hole, stroking the cirrus, projecting on the ground, which was shaddy because of the ceiling blocked the sunshine. By doing this, I want to remind myself that do not always keep my sight down to the ground when walking, if I look up, there would be something amazing waiting for me.
 

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