My Comfort Food

This post is dedicated to a piece I did for my magazine writing course. My comfort food. The photos were not included in the paper for the course, but I figured I would add some visuals for the blog version! Enjoy!

Everyone has their comfort food. You know, the food you eat when you are tired, or sad, or don’t feel good, or just need a pick-me-up. Most people’s comfort food is probably something standard, like soup or mashed potatoes. Something easy, hot, and, well, comforting. My comfort food is a little outside of the “standard” spectrum.

            The butter is already in the saucepan, melting away into nothing. Water is almost boiling in a big pot on another burner. The ingredients are set out and ready to be mixed into a delicious meal. I take a step back as I’m waiting for the water to boil, and begin to grate the Parmesan cheese into a bowl. It is more difficult than you would think, and as each piece falls into the bowl, the aroma fills the air. Is this water ever going to boil? Once the cheese is grated, about a cup and a half altogether, I sprinkle some Garlic Salt into the saucepan for some flavor. A-ha! The water is boiling so I toss the linguine in, and watch as it begins to swirl amongst the bubbles popping at the surface of the water.

            Next in the saucepan comes the heavy cream. I pour enough in to cover the surface, and whisk it together with the butter. The butter and the cream battle for a moment, light yellow and ivory mixing together furiously. The cream always wins. Once the liquid begins to thicken, I slowly mix in the Parmesan cheese, letting it melt away into the sauce. For a moment, specks of un-melted cheese can be seen scattered about, and then they are gone.

            The pasta is done now, so I pour it into a strainer in the sink. Steam is everywhere. The strainer slowly becomes visible, and the hot delicious linguine is ready for a bowl. I mix in the Alfredo sauce, making sure to get every last drop onto the pasta, and mix them together. The linguine is coated in a perfect ivory sauce. The entire kitchen smells wonderful. I am brought back to Italy for a moment; I can envision the small winding alleys of Venice. Hear the street vendors selling ceramic masks, and wine glasses clinking inside restaurants. Smell the fresh pasta being made in every direction. It is comforting.

            “Ooh that smells delicious! Can I have some?” I am brought back to reality by my roommate. We sit together at the small dining room table, and indulge in my comfort meal together. 

Beautiful Nantucket

Polpis Road winds in front of us as we head towards the Lifesaving Museum to park. It is a beautiful day out, with a nice breeze and the sun shining overhead. As we get out of the car, my dog Lucy bounds down the drive towards the main road; she knows exactly where we are going. We walk down the road until we come to the sign that says "UMass Field Station" and take a left. The road is dirt for a little while, and then on the right it splits off onto a path. The path is windy, and has some steeper uphill parts to it - a good workout. Lucy's black and white fur contrasts against the green of the grass and the trees. She can be seen darting in and out between bushes and trees, running ahead to explore the smells of nature. 

As we continue on the path, the scenery continues to change. We come out of the wooded area, and are greeted by a magnificent view of the harbor. There is a ledge to the right, covered in flowers, and an entire field of flowers to the left. Needless to say, Lucy has a field day jumping in and out, exploring like a lion on the savannah. 

The great thing about the UMass Field Station is the wide variety of scenery. After leaving the ledge overlooking the harbor, the beach comes into view. There are rocks, and scallop shells everywhere. The sand is nice and soft, making it somewhat difficult to walk, but the view and the fresh-air make it impossible to complain. Further down the beach, the path comes back into view and winds its way along a series of small, marshy ponds. Lucy splashes in and out, chasing rocks into the water that she knows she will never find. 

At the end of the ponds, there is a LOT of mud. We try our best not to step in it, but inevitably I end up stepping right in the middle of a very sticky spot. The mud sticks to my shoes, creeps up over the edges, and threatens to take my shoe right off. Luckily, I notice my shoe slipping and curl my toes to keep it on. The scenic part of the walk ends, and we trudge back down the long dirt road, and find ourselves back at the Lifesaving Museum. Lucy is happy, and thirsty after our adventure. The walk was absolutely beautiful, and the early fall breeze made it perfect. 

Relaxation

The new school year has started. The summer was hectic, and the school year looks as though it is going to be just as insane. Classes are busy, the weekends are full, internships have started, a job is (hopefully) in the making, and somewhere in all that craziness, we college students need to find the time to relax. I myself get stressed when I feel like I'm not getting anything done, even if I seriously need some relaxation. This is where knitting comes in. 

Knitting, to me, is extremely relaxing. There is nothing stressful about knitting, especially if you do not have a deadline for the thing you are making, or if that deadline is very far away. This summer, I took up knitting again for the first time in a while, and have fallen in love again! The needles move seamlessly together, yarn looping around them and creating row after row of beautiful stitches. 

The beauty of knitting is that anyone can do it. I personally know only the basic knit-stitch, but I still really enjoy doing it. AND you will never need to buy another hat or scarf again! Trust me, it may seem like a grandmotherly activity, but knitting is perfect for college students with hectic schedules and so many different things to keep track of. Take up knitting, I promise it will relax you and keep you warm this winter!

The Art of Surprises

Well, it has been a while... AGAIN. Sorry for the delay, this summer I have been working more than ever, and spending my free time at the beach. Can you blame me? 

It was Caleb's birthday on July 17th, so we (his parents and I) decided to throw him a surprise birthday cookout! The planning was pretty simple - steaks and some appetizers, and lots of beer/wine. The guest list was pretty small, we didn't have the manpower to feed a ton of people, and a few of Caleb's good friends weren't able to make it to the island. So, 2 days before his birthday I told him I wanted to take him out to dinner, and have some wine on the beach beforehand. I attempted to blindfold him on the ride so he wasn't sure what beach we were going to go to, but he annoyingly knew every turn we took. However, he was a good sport and left the blindfold (which was actually my sweatshirt wrapped around his head) on, and humored me until we got onto the beach. What a great boyfriend I have. When we walked onto the beach, I let him take the blindfold off, which is when he realized everyone was waiting to surprise him with good food and drinks. The party was great, and Caleb had absolutely no idea! Now, to share a few tips for planning an amazing surprise, and a few photos from the cookout!

Some delicious shish-kebabs that Caleb's mom put together!

A few guests enjoying the party! Caleb's mother is on the left, and my mom is in the dress!

Caleb and I

Squinty!

And now for the tips!

1. Make sure to think of EVERYTHING. Food, drinks, guests, place, time, and of course, how to get the guest of honor there! 

2. If you slip up at all, be very careful and simple with your coverup! If you make a complicated story you are bound to lose track of the details.

3. Think of a backup plan - just in case. Especially if your surprise party is outdoors, weather can change everything.

4. Bring a camera! You definitely want to have someone capture the surprise in action.

5. Don't do it alone! Planning a party (especially a surprise) is difficult to plan and execute alone. 

6. Have fun! If you try and think of everything, and keep it simple, there is no way they will find out!

Nantucket ACKtivity; Squidding!

A few dipping motions, and then there it is! A small tug on the lure and you know to yank the rod up in time to catch the squid. Ink sprays as the squid breaks the surface of the water, and into the bucket it goes. There are some small sucking noises as the squid ejects the rest of its ink, and the rod is put right back into the water for more. It is dark. The pier is lit by only a few lights up and down the edges, and the water is peaceful and murky. There is a slight breeze. The harbor is dotted with small boats, and the pier has boats tied up left and right. People with rods are lined up at various intervals up and down the dock, buckets sitting next to them, waiting. Every couple minutes people yank their rods out of the water, sending their squid flying through the air and into the bucket, then put their rods back for more. 


Even though the squid are no more than a foot long at this time of the summer, the feeling of catching one is exhilarating all the same. As the bucket gets filled up, the feeling of satisfaction grows, as does your hunger after thinking about frying them up for some homemade calamari! Sad, but true. 

Lined up, and waiting

The Squid! (No, this was not our final count!)

Life preserver, and the squidders beyond.

Concentration

The catch! (And the reaction!)

To those who have not been, I strongly suggest it. And bring your camera! Go squidding through the lens!

Summer Scenes

I'm back! This post is going to be a short one - I just wanted to share a few photos that really show what Nantucket Summer is all about. 


Obviously (or perhaps not THAT obvious to those that have not spent any time on Nantucket during the summer) it is not summer without some good old fashion bonfires, charcoal grills, and pallets stacked up on the beach to fuel that fire. 


Summer, to me, is spending endless days and nights on the beach, sipping on a cold beverage, and laughing with friends and family. Watching the sunset on the beach may just be the best feeling in the world, no doubt about that. The warm air turns cool enough to cozy up in your favorite sweatpants and sweatshirt, and wrap up in a blanket. The soft rush of the waves breaking in the background, the burgers sizzling on the grill, and the sight of the ferry passing through the sound are what summer is to us Nantucket Natives. Sounds too good to be true? Here are some photos for you to help wrap your brain around it. 

A shell resting atop the pile of pallets

Sun shining through the pallets at 40th Pole

Grilling at its finest

The bonfire on the beach

Summer Must-Reads

This summer, as with most years, I have been on a reading rampage. Working at a small art gallery, where there isn't always tons of action has given me time to work through my personal book list. Today, I am going to share some of my favorite reads this summer, and hopefully inspire you to read them as well!


The Hunger Games series, by Suzanne Collins:
The Hunger Games is the story of a futuristic community, consisting of twelve districts and the capitol. The capitol is in control, and to prevent a rebellion throws the hunger games each year. Two tributes, a boy and a girl, from each district are chosen to fight to the death in the games. 


Wow. These books are by far my favorite books of all time. There is never a dull moment when reading this series, and for me it was nearly impossible to put them down until I was finished. The mix of action, love, desperation, and the will to live makes these books a great summer read. The storyline will always keep you guessing and interested. I HIGHLY recommend these books to anyone and everyone. 


The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein:
This book was another great read recommended to my by my mom. The book is told through the eyes of the family dog - a really interesting and new perspective. I won't go into many details for fear of ruining the plot, but this is the story of one family's struggles and the dogs view on those struggles. The story begins at the end, and then tracks backwards through memories. 


The insight on humanity through the dogs eyes really makes you appreciate what it is like to be human, and for dog owners lets you inside how dogs may be feeling. The struggle of not being able to communicate with his owners in words is present throughout the entire book, and made me feel sorry for Enzo, the dog. I definitely recommend this to dog owners!


29 Gifts: How a Month of Giving Can Change Your Life, by Cami Walker:
This is the most recent book I read, having finished it today. It is the story of a woman struggling with MS. She receives advice from a friend and spiritual teacher, who tells her to give 29 gifts in 29 days. As the story unfolds, Cami tells each gift she gives, and the effects it has both on her, and on the person or people recieving the gift. 


I found this story to be extremely inspirational, and I too want to try the 29-Day Giving Challenge. There is a website for the project, www.29gifts.org, where you can sign up and tell about your own giving experiences. It sounds like a really rewarding challenge, and I can't wait to start. Even if you're not sure about participating in the challenge, I recommend this book. It gave me the ability to see the good things in my own life, and even if just for a moment, it gave me a more positive outlook - something I definitely need. 


Watchers, by Dean Koontz:
Okay, technically this is not a "summer must-read" since I read it over a year ago, but I still want to recommend it. Watchers is the story of a man who finds a dog that escaped from a lab, and its dangerous journey through life, while trying to escape another lab-escapee. The story is thrilling, and has a lot of different stories strung together. There are suspenseful moments, loving moments, happy moments, sad moments, anything you could imagine, it's there. This is another of my favorite books of all time, and I think a lot of people could enjoy it as much as I did - especially dog owners. 


Hopefully this list will inspire you to dig out a good book, and if you leave near the beach or a pool plop yourself down in the sun for the day and dive on in! Reading to me is one of the most enjoyable things in life, and hopefully you will enjoy these books as much as I did. Stay tuned, more posts to come soon!

The Bonnaroo Experience!

It has been over a month since my last post - wow! With work starting, and everyone catching up at home, my creative juices haven't exactly been flowing. With that being said, I'M BACK! I am settled into my work schedule now, and ready for regular blogging to begin again! 


For my first post after the long absence, I would like to jump back to June 7th and remember the craziness that was the Bonnaroo Music Festival. 


My boyfriend, Caleb, my mom and I left Nantucket on the early ferry (6:30am) on Tuesday the 7th, and drove the 8  hours to my aunt's house down in Maryland. The drive was uneventful, with Caleb driving most of the way. We decided to leave early, because we were meeting Caleb's friend Jon and his brother, Josh, and girlfriend, Becky in Maryland and continuing the drive to Manchester, Tennessee with them. Leaving early gave us time to spend with my family before leaving again, and a few hours to catch up on some much needed sleep. We left around 3am Wednesday morning, leaving my mom behind to spend the week with her family, and headed off to meet Caleb's friend and get on the road! The drive to Bonnaroo field in Manchester was about 12 hours, but we were so excited for the music and festivities to start that it went by pretty quickly. Upon arrival we made the necessary stops at WalMart for food for the weekend, and the liquor store nearby, then got our place in line and waited to get in. The line of cars wound through several roads, and finally we could see the entrance! Cars and trucks were getting searched, programs were being handed out, and everyone was busy setting up their own campgrounds. Luckily for us, we had two cars, and therefore had more space between us, as well as several trees surrounding our area - shade! We got everything set up, grilled our first meal of the weekend, and sat around discussing which bands we were most looking forward to. 


More and more cars filed in throughout the night, and continued all throughout the next day. I had heard that about 70,000 people were at Bonnaroo the year before, so I was expecting a lot of people, but even when you're expecting to see something, it is completely different than actually witnessing it before your eyes. The concerts for Thursday did not start until late afternoon, so we decided to just hang at the campsite for a while, talking, and again, discussing music. Thursday evening we walked to Centeroo, which is where all the stages are, as well as food stands, shops, and air-conditioned tents sponsored by different vendors. Right when we entered Centeroo I knew I was going to love it. There were people everywhere, any kind of food imaginable, and so much to look at and do. It was getting dark at this point, so we didn't explore much, and just walked over to "This Tent" to watch rapper J. Cole perform. That's another thing about Centeroo - the stage names are pretty confusing at first - "This Tent", "That Tent", "The Other Tent", "Which Stage", and "What Stage". You get the hang of it pretty quickly though, and it really is rather unique. 

"This Tent" at J. Cole!

We woke up Friday morning to blistering heat at around 7am. The day was pretty normal up until the concerts started at 3:15 - Eating, drinking, talking. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals was up first. Jon, Josh, and Becky left earlier to catch some earlier bands, and Caleb and I headed in after getting some ice for the coolers. We couldn't find anyone at first, so we ended up being a mere 4 rows from the stage at Grace Potter! Neither of us had seen her before, or heard much of her music, but she was AMAZING. So much energy and excitement. After that, we grabbed some water, I purchased the toe ring that I have been wanting for a while, and we were able to find the rest of our crew in time to watch The Decemberists, and some of My Morning Jacket. Caleb and I returned to the campsite to grab a bite to eat, and then went back in for Arcade Fire, Bassnectar, and of course Lil Wayne. All in all it was an awesome night, with great bands, great friends, and great food. 


Saturday started out much the same as Friday. Jon, Josh, and Becky again left earlier than we did. Me and Caleb took some time to walk along the shops outside Centeroo, grabbed some food at a stand instead of cooking, and then met with Jon, and Becky in time to get good spots for Mumford and Sons. Mumford was probably my favorite show of the weekend. They are so good live, I cannot wait to see them again. After the concert Becky and I split off from Caleb and Jon, and that's where it kind of went downhill a bit. The rain was slight at first, and then we heard some thunder and saw a few flashes of lightning. We figured Jon and Caleb would meet us back at the campsite so that's where we went... and waited. Jon showed up, but Caleb never did, so I went to look for him at Eminem, with no luck. I returned back to the camp, and fell asleep to the sound of some of my favorite Eminem songs being performed in the background. In the morning, Caleb was back in the tent, fast asleep - thank god. Turns out he had walked over to Eminem alone and has a great spot! Unbelievable! Even though I did not get to see Eminem, I got to hear him perform, which I suppose is better than nothing. 


Caleb and I did not stay for any concerts Sunday because we both had to get back to work Monday morning, so we started the long drive back to Maryland, and then on to Massachusetts. We left my aunts house in Maryland at 10pm, and my mom drove the entire was back to Hyannis, MA - through two extreme traffic jams, and got us to the airport in time for us to get to work! It was an amazing Bonnaroo experience, and we are already planning on returning next year. The long trip is totally worth it, and the experience as a whole is so much fun. 

Some Flowers showing through our tent in the Early Morning

Some Tips for YOUR Bonnaroo experience, should you choose to participate in the festivities:

• Bring Walkie Talkies - your phone WILL die, and you do NOT want to get separated!
• Wipes are your best friend, believe me.
• If you aren't lucky enough to get a spot in the shade, you'll need a canopy for sure
• Rugs are a nice touch so you're not walking around in the dirt the entire time
• Bring a tarp in case it rains
• If you can, bring on huge cooler instead of several small ones, it will make your life much easier
• Battery powered fans, enough said.
• Bring CASH - set yourself a budget and bring it in cash, the ATMs charge almost $4 to get money out!
• Chaffing is common because of the heat - cutoff leggings can totally fix that problem (and baby powder)
• Do not bring frozen hamburger pattys or other frozen food - the ice melts like you wouldn't believe
• Scissors and a sharp knife if you plan on doing your own cooking - which you should!
• You can buy camping showers, they are bags with a sort of shower hose attached - I would definitely suggest doing so! They use much less water than just pouring jugs on yourself.
• For the ladies - leave in conditioner! Your hair gets extremely dry in the heat/dust

I highly recommend going to Bonnaroo if you can swing it! You don't have to follow my tips, but they really do come in handy! Until next time, live through the lens, and enjoy your summer!

Orlando - Home of Disney where Dreams really DO come true!

Last Weekend, my mom, boyfriend (Caleb) and I headed down to Orlando for a short 4-day vacation before the summer season truly started. My mom has a real knack for planning trips and finding great deals, so the airfare was cheap, the hotel was cheap, and we had a lot of fun at the amusement parks planned! Of course, when packing I included way too much, bought even more, and didn't wear half of it - but it's always nice to have choice... right? The trip was fabulous. My mom and Caleb really had a chance to bond and get to know each other, and the whole trip was so much fun. 


Now, onto the point of this post. Many people tend to build stuff up in their heads, and then be disappointed by the results. My question is, is Disney one of those things? When looking at the Disney website, and planning all the rides I wanted to go on and shows I wanted to see, I could feel a smile stretching across my face farther than it had in weeks. The stress of school, finding an apartment for next year, and packing to go home had me somewhat down, but the prospect of going to Disney was somehow able to reverse all those feelings and get me excited and happy.


When we first arrived in Orlando, I was excited and rushed through getting ready so we could hit Magic Kingdom right away. The first thing I noticed was how truly 'American' it was. There were little children running around - crying and demanding ice cream and chicken nuggets, overweight parents attempting to run after them, people taking photographs of every little thing, and almost no one just taking in all the magic that is Disney! My first thought was - uh oh, I built it up in my head, and it is going to be disappointing. However, that did not turn out to be the case. I have come to the conclusion that despite all the crowds, and how American it all was, I am as big a fan of Disney as ever. As the trip continued, we had more and more fun experiences. Although we had to wait in lines, and deal with people EVERYWHERE, Disney is what you make it - and I loved every second of it. Sure, some parts were disappointing, and there was definitely a lack of more 'adult' rides (Caleb was not so keen on that - he just wanted to move onto the adventure rides at Universal Studios), but I don't regret spending 3 days in the different parks at all. Disney has always been a big part of my life - I still enjoy the movies to this day, and going to the parks just reminds me how much I have always loved Disney, and always will. 

Caleb and I at the entrance to Magic Kingdom

So I guess what I am trying to say is - if you build something up in your head, its your responsibility to make that experience all that you want it to be. Don't let yourself be disappointed; pick out the good things and focus on that - blocking out the negatives. Life is what you make it, and if you want your dreams to come true... Make it happen! Until next time, live through the lens!

Sisters On The Runway

Once again, it has been a while.. but I am back - and taking a look back. 


Over a month ago, when I was still in school back at UMass, a couple friends of mine brought a club from their high school to the UMass campus. Sisters On The Runway is a student-run organization that raises awareness about domestic violence, and puts on an annual fashion show to raise money for a local domestic violence shelter. Alissar Taremi and Kaelyn Siversky brought this club to UMass in the hopes of creating the show on a larger scale - and they definitely succeeded. The show was absolutely amazing - with over 15 models, each showcasing outfits from different boutiques and designers, a hula hooper, dance performance, and silent auction contributing to the fundraising. I was enlisted to take photographs of the show, and enjoyed every second of it. Here are a couple of the photos, and some vignettes to go along with them! Enjoy!

 The Hula Hooper performing before the Fashion Show

The lights went down as Sae Bluff took the stage. Starting out with seemingly simple steps, the crowd quieted down to watch. As the music got louder, and more intense, so did her moves. 'Oohs' and 'Aahs' could be heard around the auditorium. Then, suddenly, the hula hoop came to life with vibrant colors that stood out in the dark room. As she started twirling faster and faster, the colors meshed together to create a vortex of motion and excitement. Sae could barely be seen beneath the blending of colors - almost as if the hula hoop had come to life and was functioning on its own. Reds, Pinks, Blues, Greens, all danced in circles around her, and the crowd went wild. Amazement ran wildly through the auditorium, and then, with a few final spins and a bow, the show was over. 

 One of the Models showing off her outfit on the Runway

After the hula hooper, dancers, and speakers finished, it was time for the highlight of the night. The spotlights at the end of the stage came on, the music was turned up loud, and the models started strutting their stuff on the stage. The outfits were gorgeous, and very eclectic - ranging from dressed to bathing suits to pant-suits, and a few bohemian pieces here and there. The girls were confident and entertaining, and the music made you want to join in and strut your stuff in front of a crowd. There wasn't so much as a misstep in the entire show - everything went smoothly, and the transitions between models was seamless. The end of the show was near, and the models came together in one long line to show off their final outfits one more time before disappearing behind the curtain to celebrate the success of the first annual show at UMass. Everything went perfectly. The performers were fantastic, the food was delicious, and the outfits were inspiring. The auditorium was nearly full, and next year it will be even fuller. Look out UMass - a new club has stormed onto campus, and is well on its way to making a permanent mark. 

More to come soon, but for now - as always - live through the lens, make your own mark. 

Sicilia Portfolio

Well, it has been a while, but I'm back and today is the day! Our portfolio's from the trip are due, and mine is finally finished! The photos are in, vignettes are written and pasted in, and the book is all put together! Here's a sample of the work, enjoy!

Castelbuono

 

An old car parked in Castelbuono

        A donkey walks by with large wooden trash barrels attached at its flanks, and I think, "Okay we are definitely not in American anymore." The serenity of this small mountain town is enough to make one want to leave the hustle and bustle of American forever. That and the pistachio spread paired with warm sweet bread and I was SOLD.
         A woman was standing behind a table on the corner of the square handing something to my fellow classmates when I walked by. I could smell the pistachio, and the heat of the sweet bread was almost tangible in the air. The freshness was amazing. With mountaintops peeking over the buildings, Sicilians relaxing with newspapers in hand, the quiet streets, and the taste explosion going on in my mouth, I was in heaven. I tried to eat the delicious treat slowly, but it was nearly impossible. The spread had melted over the bread perfectly, and I did not want to miss the opportunity to eat with while it was still warm; can you blame me? Almost everyone in the group bought at least one jar of pistachio spread, if not more. Mine was meant to be a gift for someone back home, but it ended up being a "shared" gift. Bottom line: I would go back to Castelbuono for the pistachio spread alone; the beautiful views and serenity of the town would simply be icing on the sweet bread.

Cefalu

A boat on the beach in Cefalu

        As the bus slowly pulled to a stop near the side of the road overlooking the sea, it was clear to me that Cefalu would be one of my favorite places on the trip. The water was a mix of different blues all blended together to create the perfect scene. The sky was clear, save for a few clouds scattered innocently across it, and the temperature was absolutely perfect.

        Everyone stepped off the bus, and followed Rosa to the Piazza where we were to meet at the end of the day. After listening to her explanations of the town for a few moments, we split off in groups and wandered through the streets in search of lunch. We walked towards the water, and found a restaurant with an outdoor deck overlooking boats and the sea. I couldn't help but think about how much this small seaside town reminded me of Nantucket. The breeze, the blue sky, and the salty smell - it was all so familiar.

        Of course there is no place like Cefalu, but this small town reminded me of home, and the charm of living near the sea. Winding streets with gift shops and gelato stands, the ancient brown buildings, and the churches so magnificent it makes an atheist want to believe in god.

Catania Market

 Fresh artichokes at the Market in Catania

        Fresh fish, fruits, vegetables, and meat are everywhere. The market seems to stretch out over the entire city. Walking down street after street there is everything you could ever need. From food products to umbrellas and hello kitty souvenirs - they have it all. The colors are unlike anything I have ever seen. Flashes of red dance in between bright silver and black. Greens and purples playfully intertwine and compete with one another for brightness. Oranges stand out among the browns of walnuts, and deep red sun dried tomatoes are gathered in baskets resting along one table. People are bargaining and buying and selling; chopping, bagging, weighing, gathering, and exclaiming about sales. The entire scene is like something out of a movie. You can find every cut of meat imaginable - pigs feet, chicken hanging by their feet, organs, legs, breasts, and even a few heads here and there. 

        Seafood can be found both dead on ice and still alive. Shrimp are moving around in their containers, and fish leap out of buckets hoping to get back to where they came from. Snails inch around their basket, trying to escape, and the men keep pushing them back in. The snails sink back into their shells for a moments and try again; the never-ending battle of the marketplace.

 A snail attempting to escape at the Market

Murgo Winery

Wire champagne tops at Murgo Winery near Mt. Etna

        To me, the inner workings of a winery have always seemed like a secret the general public should not be allowed in on. How to make such fabulous tastes should be taken to the grave, and passed on among generations of wine makers. The mystery of turning a grape into most adults' choice dinner and dessert beverage is almost more intriguing than the taste itself.

        Murgo Winery was different than I had imagined, and yet everything I had hoped for in a winery. You imagine name brand wines being made in corporate wineries, bottles filled with conveyor belt motions, and machines doing all of the work. What you hope for, however, is Murgo - a small business, with real people keeping up with the wine, and putting in the effort to make it delicious. Bottle upon bottle are stacked and waiting to be filled and shipped to their selling point, corks bunched together in huge bags, and champagne tops one inside another to save room. 

        The tour made me feel like I was being let in on a deep Sicilian family secret. It was an honor to see the inner workings, and an even bigger honor to be able to photograph them. 

 A cement pole at Murgo Winery, holding up wires for the vines.

Segesta

Flowers surrounding the temple at Segesta, the temple in the background.

        The bus comes to a halt in front of a wooden building and some picnic benches scattered here and there. Rosa explains that we are going to see Segesta, the Greek temple, and some ruins of an ancient theatre. As I prepare to get off the bus I can hear the grumbling as those around me gather their writing and photography equipment. Rosa collects tickets from inside the wooden building, and as we wait for a bus to take us up to the theatre, the photographers meet at one of the picnic benches for a brief meeting. Cameras are set down on the table, and examined to find the proper settings for the outing ahead.

        "HOLD ON TO YOUR TICKETS!" Rosa exclaims, and she says we'll need them after the theatre to get into the temple. She then reminds us repeatedly for the rest of the trip - joking of course. The theatre is set on top of a hill, and opens up to an enormous valley, overlooking some other hilltops in the distance. Rosa stands at the bottom and gives us a brief history, and some architectural information on the site. If you listen carefully you can almost hear the ancient crowd gathering for the performance of the day. Excitement fills the air, waiting to hear what comes next. Will it be a comedy, or a tragedy, perhaps even a love story?

        We clamber back onto the bus, and make our way to where we came from, and then hike up a small hill to the temple. An old fence surrounds Segesta, keeping the modern day visitors from walking through the ancient pillars. The building is magnificent, even with some missing parts. The colors of the grass and plant life around the building make the whitewashed columns stand out against the background, as if it didn't already stand out enough. The teamwork that it took to build this temple is inspiring. People working together for a common goal - and just look at the result. It's beautiful. 

There they are, some highlights from my portfolio! I hope you enjoyed. Until next time, live through the lens!

Finally!

Well, I did it. I have finally signed myself up for a blog to get my photos and writing out there to share with the world! At first, I was unsure what the content was going to be, but I have decided that this is going to be my outlet for anything that strikes me.

For the past month, I have been working on a portfolio for a travel writing and photography course I took here at UMass. The course traveled to Sicily for 10 days over Spring Break, and experienced the local culture, food, and sites, all while taking photos and writing down the details. It was the first time I had ever traveled without family, so I was nervous setting out, but it ended up being the best trip I have ever taken. I was able to become infinitely more outgoing, and met some amazing people that I hope to be friends with for the long haul.

Upon returning back to the U.S., we had to begin the work on the dreaded portfolios. Back before I had ever used Photoshop, I edited my photos with iPhoto. One click of the "enhance" button, and I thought the photos looked great! Apparently, there is a lot more to it. We have been working for about a month now, and I have gotten through precisely 32 photographs. 32! Is that all? Use iPhoto and I could have enhanced hundreds by now! But, there are so many factors that go into creating a beautiful image that I had never even thought about before! I now realize that I have much to learn before I can call myself "Photoshop savy". Sure, I can do the basics after creating the portfolio. I can organize the images, and tweak the color til it is perfect, and (only under the watchful eye of my professor) I can get rid of things I don't want in the photo, or straighten lines, etc., but that's my limit. Lucky for me, I have landed an internship for next year with a local photographer, which will hopefully help me learn all I need to know.

For now, I am pleased to say that my remaining photos will be printed today, and the dreaded portfolio will be finished save for the vignettes that need to be edited and added in later.

Thank you for reading my ramblings, and I encourage you to view life through a lens of your own.