grad group retreat 06
still working through my 2006/2007 pictures. here’s my grad group’s annual retreat from a year ago, at mclaughlin natural reserve. which is apparently an old mining site or something.
the scavenger hunt
this one always reminds me of the wizard of oz
and we always find bones.
pretty but toxic.
we found boxes with riddles on the bottom, and had to solve them to figure out which animal was inside the box. i hoarded most of the animals afterwards.
we got odd prizes.
i like taking pictures of laura.
next page: more scavenger hunt aftermath
more scavenger hunt aftermath
and teresa.
at some point my lens got a smear on it. i kind of like how some of the pictures turned out though; it softened the harsh sunlight.
next page: bats and naps
bats and naps
after the scavenger hunt some lady came in with a small bat on her hand. while i was there i was obviously fascinated with the bat, but looking back i find i’m now much more fixated on her hands.
this looks like an album cover.
jess’s one-eyed dog.
this one cracks me up.
next page: toxic hike
toxic hike
we went on a hike the next day.
i think i’m dating jesus.
next page: more hiking
more hiking
as always ken found rocks.
can i swear? i’m going to swear here, watch out: Just Look at That Fucking Sky.
at some point barbara arrived to rescue some of us.
next page: of berries and bothered trees
of berries and bothered trees
ken’s so proud of his stick.
hunting for berries. i love this picture.
KEEP OUT OF THE TREE
i like this one a lot too.
don’t know what this is.
they look like superheroes.
ken’s all, “i’m much more interested in this actually”
i adore how i managed to line up this one.
next page: croquet, champagne and wheels
croquet, champagne, and wheels
in the evening, croquet and champagne.
and some sort of small cart racing.
the cookie to end all cookies.
this was a neat field station, it’s just the rest of the place was a little scary.
right before we left the next morning i had to take more pictures of the bones.
i just happen to like apples. (taken by ken)
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i couldn’t help it
i started thinking about caution signs and this is what i ended up doing:
i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry.
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york 2006
in 2006, just as a refresher for ally’all, we went to england. on our final day there we went to york.
knaresborough
an amazing village with an amazing castle we found on our way to york (or thirsk– can’t remember the exact order of things). these knaresborough ones were all taken with the analog, and they all came out pretty badly.
i actually can’t remember if the last two here are from york or knaresborough.
york minster abbey
this church wasn’t more beautiful than the others, or even more densely packed with religious what-nots. but its iconography was definitely a lot weirder.
again, didn’t come out so well, but i was so amused by the gargoyles that just stick out straight into space.
such a pimp.
all benevolent men, i’m sure. because only benevolent men get statue-fied against the wall of a church. are these kings? priests? madmen? honestly i dont remember, and honestly i’m not sure there was a difference.
headless semaphore angels, CHECK. york abbey has it all.
next page: more york minster abbey
york minster abbey pt. 2
steer your life by these stars.
see this is where it starts getting weird.
another similarity between england and logan airport in boston: everything is under constant construction.
ken looks so vicious.
next page: up on the wall
on the wall
york was a paranoid city, surrounded by a fantastic wall that you are only allowed on top of in the daylight (they close the gates down below at night. i wonder if anyone ever gets stranded up there?).
york had some pretty interesting secluded park areas.
ken was so sick of my picture-taking by the end of this trip.
a set of stairs coming down from the wall.
next page: york down below
york down below
we walked around for a bit on our way back to the train station.
you don’t say! another graveyard?
best name for a street ever. there’s a whole story about this, but basically it is derived from a similar-sounding name that means “what a street!” indeed. although on second glance this seems similar to the suspiciously circular type of advertising used in charlotte’s web.
some church or another, who can be arsed to keep track?
some other castle or another.
this was taken under no light, but photoshop rescued it. good old girl.
york station.
coming home
this is the next and last picture i took (that actually turned out). it’s ken on the bus back home. 🙂
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