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the mystery of beauty displayed through the complexities and changes of atmosphere perplex me. How does the combination of light (or lack there of) and water render such awe inspiring visuals?

I am easily taken bakc by the varying aethetics of nature. It's got to hav a lot to do with the simple fact that you are there, in it. You can see it change and dissolve or grow right in front of you. This evening the fog rolled in and the sky attained this magicla purple glow. Nothing could be seen unless it was within a few feet of the doorway or windows. The contrast of our roaring loud game of nerts to the soft misty outside made a great contrast. Other than our game of nerts the day was very mellow and academic, I only nodded off once.

the mystery of beauty displayed through the complexities and changes of atmosphere perplex me. How does the combination of light (or lack there of) and water render such awe inspiring visuals?

I am easily taken bakc by the varying aethetics of nature. It's got to hav a lot to do with the simple fact that you are there, in it. You can see it change and dissolve or grow right in front of you. This evening the fog rolled in and the sky attained this magicla purple glow. Nothing could be seen unless it was within a few feet of the doorway or windows. The contrast of our roaring loud game of nerts to the soft misty outside made a great contrast. Other than our game of nerts the day was very mellow and academic, I only nodded off once.

at the top

thursday marked a highly emotional days as several of us attempted to walk up death hill. the outdoor areas are so vast around here. death is appropriately named since it is at a thirty five degree incline at least. after each horrendous level there is usually some type of field or open space and it's perfect for taking a break. as we reached one of the tops there was to my extreme delite ( that's a british word) snowy! the snow was very old but man it was awesome to see it!
alright, thats all the room i've got for right now.

mountain life

There is not enough time to record all the various details and photos barely capture the true scope of the image. It is phenominal and mind blowing. Of course the time isn't completely woo hoo, but I mean would we ever question that if life was completely woo hoo and we didn't have any problems? I digress. Anyway, at Labri we have work in the afternoon and the only catch about anything is that we are limited to two showers a week. This area is very limited on resources, considered that it's not exactly easy to get to. Did I mention that this place is on the side of mountain? yeah, that aspect makes it a little challenging to get the basics for cheap.

settling

My time in Geneva was a learining experience. The town is beautiful, but trying to find a decent breakfast was really tricky. Talking with new friends, Ondrea and Al was nice, especially since I could carry on a conversation with them beyond, "hello" and "thank you."

My train ride over to Aigle was breath taking, even though the mountain was shrowed in mist (if you know how to spell that please let me know. The cold weather on the day of my arrival really threw me off. The Chalet is beautiful and like all the other homes here it has so much personality. I just couldn't get over what someone said, "we are walking in the steps of Giants" reffering to the work of Francis and Edith Shaefer. I met several interesting and diverse people so far. The resources are out of control too. The library has so many offerings. The chalet is very old and it reminds me of bieng out at the millers, years ago: the smells, the sounds, and the feel of the place. The sky has been an absolute wall of white most of the time, but last thursday I saw out the window from my bunk the peaks!

It was beautiful. It's already the second week and I've already worn that word out. Seeing the mountain tops was a combination of the joy you get at christmas morning and the nervousness of a first date.

in GENEVA

Bonjour!
I'm not sure where to start. I will say though that it is unfortunate that I cannot add any photos from my camera at this computer. The access to the USB is blocked. I'm a little on the hungry side and I become easily irriatable when I haven't eaten. (spelling, yikes!) Anyway, Geneva is beautiful and homely, but metro at the same time. There are all types of quaint houses and shops and then there are trains and massive amounts of tiny cars. oh yeah, I forgot to mention that people here love thier dogs. At the airport people even bring thier dogs inside.
Anyway, yesterday I discovered the museum dedicated to Martin Luther and the Reformation. I didn't want to take the time to browse through, so I just lingered around the area. It was quite a contrast coming from warm and wet memphis to cool and grey geneva.

the close of the semester

The transitional phase of the semester and preparation for my trip is fading. My semester officially ended yesterday at twelve and I should have ran out screaming, "It's Over, It's Over!" but I was more in a savoring mood. I wanted to slowly record the details of my departure from the "history building" a drab reminant of the fifties or sixties with greasy floors and minimal decor. It was my last gen ed class ever. If I score above a sixty I will pass the course, which I will most likely do, God Willing. The question that I will be curious to know the answer of will be how well I will pass. The professor put a few crummy questions on the final. The questions were on the obscure side, but the essay part went well.
At the end of the day yesterday was the Senior Graphic Design show. It was a little tight in the gallery, but some of the work was really interesting. Each senior presented some type of 'business' and then they designed the 'look' of the business. One girl did a business plan for fossil, another guy did some screened t-shirts, and then this other guy did skateboards. Overall the show looked good, it's just such a shame that it had to be in the small 'jones' gallery. I'm actually going to another senior presentation in a few minutes. It's in the same gallery because we have to share with the other departments.
It's a bummer but at least we have a gallery.

the 'weekend'

What was last weekend? I guess it was uneventful, but important non the less. It looks wierd when I type that out, but I'm sure that's the idiom that I meant. My friend and his girlfriend came by for dinner on Sunday, that was nice. OH yeah, how could I forget thursday evening. It's wasn't technically the weekend but it served the purpose just fine for that moment, unplug from your obligations. I hadn't been to the High Tone in a long time and it was nice to see some of my friends and psuedo-friends. I think I have too many pseudo friends, but I'm working on it. Anyway, the evening was great and Gina, Jen, and I headed over to the current day diner, Perkins. I say current day because modern doesn't fit the context. Modern was fifty years ago, and I don't think you can still say post modern becuase that's vague. 2023 could be considered Post Modern but it definately in the same era as 06. Back to perkins. We were having a good time until this jerk interuppted our conversation and let's just say that it was a huge time robbery. I mean the got broke into our proverbial time banks and took all of it. I was really torn inside because Jen and Gina felt that it was important to be a good witness to him however, the conversation (if you want to call it that) was one sided. Anyway, the incident was a great example of what not to do. I went through the details with my thoroughly knowledgeable parents and we went through the solutions for avoiding any such future bizmals. Saturday was spent in the realm of study and I didn't go out, but that wasn't a big deal, really.