ATLANTA | FIRST IMPRESSIONS












January 12-14 // canon 5D // Atlanta, GA 


One of the things I really want to do in the next year or two is explore the United States. And I know how strange that sounds, because I live there, right? But with the exception of a Disney trip and a few flights out to the Southwest to visit family, I've never really left the Northeast. The country is so vast, and with a lack of public transportation and hostels (sigh), it's kind of hard to go the distance.

But recently, my dreams of European cobblestones and the colors of India have been replaced, with that of open plains and vintage downtowns. Instagrams and articles  have me thinking, wondering, planning. There is so much to see, such a distinct identity in the United States, and I want to explore and understand and experience and comprehend that.

These restless thoughts coincided perfectly with my family's mini trip to Atlanta, GA, to see my mother accept her master's in photography. We only had one full day to see the city, but it was clear from the moment we stepped on the MARTA  that we were no longer in Massachusetts. From the windows of the train, we could see neighborhoods, with long, one story houses with front porches, abandoned warehouses and buildings, kids walking home from school on the train tracks.

On the first night, after the ceremony, we explored the aquarium, through a tunnel of water, thousands of liters of water suspended over our heads, metallic fish flitting this way and that (more on this later). The next morning, we wandered from neighborhood to neighborhood, cursing the dreaded MARTA (I know that Boston's MBTA has its issues, but MARTA) We gawked over the falling-down grand Victorians of Inman Park, lunched in Little Five Points (which gets its own post) and toured CNN. Everyone was unfailingly polite, prepared with a ma'am or sir--different from New England, where we are Gruff and Rude. The downtown was strange--empty, often, seemingly deserted of people, like a ghost town, a showcase rather than a living, breathing, neighborhood.

After an expensive pizza in Midtown, we headed back to our hotel, which was resoundingly okay, a generic sort of place that had the slight misfortune of being located next to the subway ventilation shafts. And the next morning? We were gone, flying up, over the subdivisions that wrap around Atlanta and strange lakes that look like arteries, seeping into the lands.

It might have been the shortest trip in the world, but it did get me thinking.

LATELY | AFTER DARK



january 11 2016//canon 5d// south coast, massachusetts 

There's something strangely beautiful about foggy nights + unfamiliar neighborhoods after dark, quiet car rides with music in the background and sitting in the backseat.

ARCHIVES | VIENNA (or, that time i slept in a bus for a weekend, pt.1)
















At the time, it seemed like a great idea. And a bargain.

Three days, three cities, three countries--for 140 euros? (almost) Everything included? My friends and I rushed to sign up, and on Thursday night, we lined up at the Busbahnhof in Mannheim to start our trip.

While Vienna, Budapest, and Bratislava are close together, they aren't that close together--and they're far from Germany. Which means that we spent a lot of time squished together like sardines, sleep deprived and squirming on a small coach bus. Before the trip started, I had never taken an overnight bus (*laughs hysterically*)--by the end of the trip, I fell asleep the minute I sat down. But honestly? I wouldn't change it for the world.

After a restless night on the bus spent cat-napping and crossing the border, I woke up to one watch the sun rise over the Alps, which still remains one of my most cherished memories of exchange. I had never seen mountains of that size, and the sky was a brilliant, vivid pink. I was exhausted, but forced my eyes to stay open. We had arrived in Austria.

A few hours later, we all stumbled off the bus, squinting in the sunlight at the elaborate, white buildings of Vienna. The trip included guided tours in each city, so we endured an hour or so of a passionate woman with an interesting accent, but the group was large and the content dull. Once the tour ended, we ate some schnitzel, checked out the Albertina, which was a great little art museum (10/10 would recommend), walked around, and ended with (possibly illegal) beers and a picnic in the park.

Overall, I wasn't super impressed with Vienna, probably because we only had, what, eight? 10 hours. Don't get me wrong--it's a beautiful city. Everything is grand, and white, and ornate. It reminds me of what Washington DC must look like. But I didn't find much character, or grit--the kind of stuff I love. So that night, after it had gotten dark, we boarded the bus again, and drove slowly out of the city, fighting the urge to fall asleep as we headed to our next destination--Budapest.

{to be continued}



LATELY | k + a








Alysha lives 2,000-odd miles west, in Arizona--Katinka lives 2,000-odd miles east, in Germany. It's very strange to have them both here, in Massachusetts, where we all met, but I am forever grateful. We woke up early one morning, before breakfast, and drove over to the preserve--a semi-secret spot of public land that is tucked far away in the corner of our town. I fooled around with my new lens and rejoiced in taking pictures for myself, which is something I need to do more often.

I'm thinking of switching things up, soon--a vague statement, I know, but LBB isn't feeling quite right anymore. I'm growing up and want to keep more of a journal, and less of a separate blog. I don't know. We'll see.

yearly goals | 2016

I like lists, and I like goals. Love, actually. And while I religiously make a mini list of goals to tick off at the beginning of each month, I also like to make a list of yearly goals--because let's face it, there's something nice about starting fresh on the first day of the year, isn't there?

I have three goals for the year that are of the utmost importance, and, unfortunately, they aren't very creative or exciting. I want to graduate, I want to find a  job, and I want to live in an apartment in a city. Boring, huh? But the idea of being a "grown-up" is a little exciting to me, I won't lie. My university career has seemingly dragged on, and I've been waiting to start being an adult since sophomore year.

Here are some other goals of mine--

  1. Run a 5k never completed this one in 2015, the time is now 

  2. Go to Canada neighbor to the north 

  3. Take four paying photography jobs do what I love for $$$

  4. Think positive + be a good human being self-explanatory 

  5. Pay off some of my student loans who wants a dark cloud of debt looming over their heads? (not me)

  6. Have my photos shown in a gallery like, you know, a coffee shop or something 

  7. Get published in a big-name publication//website doing that journalism thing 


and, lastly,

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what are your plans for 2016?

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