A Judge to Mark By

It's moderately unnecessary to mention that I'm a big fan of phtographs. Alongside other college preperations I've been trying to find a handful of photographs in my collection that sort of sum up what life was about here in Irondequoit to take with me or whatever. You know like three or four. The "V for Vendetta Day" beach picture is, certainly, a must, but beyond that I can't really figure out what else to bring. Any photographs from Florida are essentially made redundant by the first picture (nearly everyone who went on the Florida trip also skipped school to see V for Vendetta and both events had a very similar vibe for me). I've also got a picture of my siblings I'm bringing. And I guess one of my dog.

Something is missing, though. And I can't quite put my finger on it. I love when a picture, for example, shows what someone is thinking or when a picture of a building says a lot more about it than the architectural style. I just want a picture that screams "this is what I did in Irondequoit, this is what it was like, here's how it felt..." It's rather poorly timed, but I'm starting to really dig this town lately. Perhaps I am asking for too much, but I do have a lot of faith in visual mediums.

I've always liked being able to stand in the center of my room facing towards the left, front corner (oriented by the doorway) and see my childhood in a gradual pan around the walls. I "waste" a lot of time in this way. I -- obviously -- can't replicate such a thing in my new surroundings and I think that is why I want to find one picture that encompasses all the other pictures in the room. I'm fairly certain my desire to accomplish this monstrosity of photography is only amplified by the torment of deconstructing my room. I am happy to make room for the new household lifeform, but I wish it didn't involve tearing down the wall coverings. I hate photographs in boxes or albums or even online, really. I like them on walls, so I'm dreading the coversion to, probably, boxes. A lot of boxes, most likely. I've already started to take some down. The ones I particularly like, first. There are now holes where I can see the green paint, long forgotten.

However, all this said, I am so pumped for Sunday. Let's go!