THUD. THUD. THUD. ripple. THUD. ripple. It's like Jurassic Park, the part where we realize that danger and death is on its way in the form of a surprisingly mobile twenty foot tall lizard (bird, actually, but anyway...) with teeth the size of katanas. It's an anxiety, a fear, a premonition of inevitable impending terror that occurs annually in the lives of all students and those disturbed enough find their calling in educating them. It's back to school time.
The weighty blade of the educational system has already fallen across the necks of most of America's academic population. In fact, my cohorts on the quarter system and I are already inordinately lucky. I start back at the old UC of SB on Thursday. I'd rather not, really, but that is the way of it. I'm lucky to be a student and not the least in, of all places, Santa Barbara, California. I'm just done with the bureaucracy, the busy work. It's part of the game, however, and this is the last swing of the bat. Until law school. That's another nut in the bowl altogether.
As a tribute to what a crazy/wonderful summer I've had, I have selected a few pictures of my me and my wanderings to share. Some were selected for their breathtaking artistic value (naturally) and others just because I like the outfit I was wearing or something about them made me laugh. Enjoy, my darlings, enjoy.
How summer should be, in Cayucos, CA.
The indoor pool at Hearst Castle.
Likewise.
The library of the Castle. As Rachel Zoe would say, "I die."
The famous outdoor Neptune Pool, looking especially ethereal.
The beach town ideal, in a soothing palette no less.
I love these colours. Love.
Of course I had to impose my dramatics on this, silly.
If you didn't know where this was, what does this look like?
My drive home. Also, California has the best sky.
Me, invading the sky.
My coffee table in still life. Photo courtesy of Julia Secker-Walker.
My vacation nursery (i.e. shower) for the only living things I am responsible for. I've only killed one so far.
This is what happens when I'm left to my own devices and TCM on TV, dahling.
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