Fifth-graders crane their necks for a first glimpse inside a 30-year-old time capsule buried by fifth-graders in 1982. Personally, I don’t think 30 years is enough time for the contents to become relics or even antiquated. Still interesting to see what people in the 80’s thought represented their lives. Items included a pair of designer Levi’s jeans, a Hardy Boys book, a Rubik’s Cube and, in case they had since disappeared, a pencil.
There was an huge LEGO tournament in town today, brought back plenty of memories from my similarly nerdy childhood. I kinda wanted to get in and try one of the robots myself.
I am not usually able to return to a daily assignment for a follow-up, let alone twice. However, as Randolph College is a only a couple of blocks from my apartment I was able to spend time with the monks on Thursday and Friday in addition to my visit on Monday, allowing me some unexpected photos opportunities. I’ve kept my original post from October 24 and added the new photos below.
Yesterday I spent some time photographing a group of Buddhist monks at Randolph College who are visiting from Tashi Kyil monastery in India. They are on a tour around the United States, sharing their way of life and creating sacred mandalas – intricate colored sand paintings that take several days to complete. Once finished, the piece is dismantled and the blessed sand is given away or spread in a natural setting. When I asked about the other cities they have visited, they opened a nearby laptop and brought up their facebook page. I guess this is 2011, after all.
Steven Nauss was born unable to bend his knees. The condition, called arthogryposis, can severely limit one’s locomotive capabilities. Wheels on the James, a brand new, local nonprofit, set him up with a custom tricycle this summer that he is able to power using special hand pedals. It’s obvious how he feels about his new freedom.
…in the meantime I am working at the Christopher and Banks corporate headquarters, doing odd-job office tasks. Photos have been slacking because my daily routine has become just that: routine. This is what I see.