Monday, March 30, 2009
critique #2
The composition fits perfectly together. The daughter and mother seem very comfortable with each other. The placement of the mother’s hands, and eyes, show the love coming off of the mom towards the child. My first reaction for the subject matter was that the mother has serious love for the daughter. By the way she holds her daughter it shows that she doesn’t want to let her daughter go. The focal point is the mothers eyes fixated on the daughter. There is more emphasis coming from the mother than anything else in the image. There is a subtle narrative. There may not be a narrative at all. The narrative that might be present is it is an early morning, and the daughter hopped into bed with her mother. The mom is drinking either a cup of coffee or tea on the bedside table. The characteristics that make this image strong is the mother in general. She has a stern dark look on her face and that’s the first thing that is noticed when looking at the image.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
short story 1
Why am I so cold? Did this really happen? I try to push the cold walls with my weak hands, but they don’t seem to budge. I have to get to my daughter...
* * * *
I knew this day wasn’t going to be a good one when I woke up to a broken coffee maker. On my way to work in the North Tower I had to stop for my daily coffee because of the inconvenience. If I only knew what the day would really bring. I had never been late to work once in the two years I worked at the North Tower, but today was an exception. The second I stepped out of my red Hyundai, I looked up to my office on the 58th floor, as I do every day, and I was in a state of shock. It was terrifying sight, seeing that that jumbo jet, soaring only 50 feet above my head, smash into the North Tower where I once spent my days. Without a thought I got right back into my car and drove home. The moment I stepped into my apartment, I ran to my daughter who was already glued to the window, and I held her tight. We isolated ourselves into our already cramped house, and shut and locked every window in the place. We gazed in terror at the TV set hoping to find an answer. Getting my daughter to sleep that night was difficult; distraught from the images of the day’s events.
* * * *
The soot and residue still clinging to the outside of the house and windows brings the aroma of charcoal and ash. I can’t help but think I cheated death. I should’ve been in that office, but the, what I thought to be the biggest inconvenience of the day, broken coffee maker, made me late. Trying to erase the images that haunted both my daughter and me, we decided to go to the zoo, where her favorite animal is, the giraffes. The walk there seemed to be endless since she wanted to stop at every candy store in sight. I looked up into the grey sky, and saw some construction workers repairing cable wires that were disrupting the TV signal. My daughter tripped over herself numerous times. Under a large oak, she took break and tied her shoe. The workers just above my daughters head must’ve made a mistake and the wires, sparking, fell down and grazed the large oak. To my disbelief, the massive branch was ripped off the tree and fell down to where my daughter was tying her shoe. I ran as fast as I could to her and threw her as far as I could from the tree and the flaming branch plunked me on the head, and I fell unconscious to the hard ground. Now I realize...I can’t cheat death twice.
* * * *
I knew this day wasn’t going to be a good one when I woke up to a broken coffee maker. On my way to work in the North Tower I had to stop for my daily coffee because of the inconvenience. If I only knew what the day would really bring. I had never been late to work once in the two years I worked at the North Tower, but today was an exception. The second I stepped out of my red Hyundai, I looked up to my office on the 58th floor, as I do every day, and I was in a state of shock. It was terrifying sight, seeing that that jumbo jet, soaring only 50 feet above my head, smash into the North Tower where I once spent my days. Without a thought I got right back into my car and drove home. The moment I stepped into my apartment, I ran to my daughter who was already glued to the window, and I held her tight. We isolated ourselves into our already cramped house, and shut and locked every window in the place. We gazed in terror at the TV set hoping to find an answer. Getting my daughter to sleep that night was difficult; distraught from the images of the day’s events.
* * * *
The soot and residue still clinging to the outside of the house and windows brings the aroma of charcoal and ash. I can’t help but think I cheated death. I should’ve been in that office, but the, what I thought to be the biggest inconvenience of the day, broken coffee maker, made me late. Trying to erase the images that haunted both my daughter and me, we decided to go to the zoo, where her favorite animal is, the giraffes. The walk there seemed to be endless since she wanted to stop at every candy store in sight. I looked up into the grey sky, and saw some construction workers repairing cable wires that were disrupting the TV signal. My daughter tripped over herself numerous times. Under a large oak, she took break and tied her shoe. The workers just above my daughters head must’ve made a mistake and the wires, sparking, fell down and grazed the large oak. To my disbelief, the massive branch was ripped off the tree and fell down to where my daughter was tying her shoe. I ran as fast as I could to her and threw her as far as I could from the tree and the flaming branch plunked me on the head, and I fell unconscious to the hard ground. Now I realize...I can’t cheat death twice.
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