Something Borrowed.

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Something Borrowed.

For years now, I've been interested in photography, but I have never gotten much farther than an iPhone camera...til now. I'll be working on saving up for a Canon some day, but til then, my wonderful photographer friend (see her stuff here) has loaned me her old Canon Xi to play with. (The pictures from the previous post were also taken with this new toy) To take advantage of the unusually balmy February afternoon, I went on a little biking photo-venture around campus... Image

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Definitely in love with finally being able to use a real camera (no offense, Apple)

Stay tuned for all the adventures sure to come.

P.S.

The Kristi Chan Camera Fund will be accepting donations indefinitely, in case anyone is curious.

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Winter at Windy Gap

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Winter at Windy Gap

Last weekend was spent serving and playing in the snow with horses at Windy Gap, a Young Life camp I've been going to since high school. It wasn't until I got there that I realized it was three years ago, to the day, that I went to Windy Gap for the first time. It was, like my leader promised, the best weekend of my life. It snowed the entire time, which added to the magic of the trip, and was the first place I encountered God's great love for myself. What an awesome privilege it was to return, alongside my old leader Becky, who brought me there in the first place, and a few other leaders from my area to spend another snowy weekend in the mountains of Weaverville playing in the snow with horses...

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The second night we got hit with a snow storm. We may or may not have gotten into a tiny golf cart accident, which resulted in a very bruised, scraped left leg, but definitely could have resulted in worse (and gone off the side of the mountain)

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The next morning...

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More to come.

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First.

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The awkward first. Notorious for insignificance yet striving to be something more, attempting any task that can be prefixed with "first" is an exciting, but daunting concept.

First date, first day of school, first job, first interview, first time doing anything. First blog post. Is the word "first" starting to look funny to you?

I remember the first time I wanted to be an artist. I was in the seventh grade, and had just completed my first "real" drawing. It was of a cat's eye, drawn from a picture, and shaded meticulously with pencil. I spent hours on it, an unnecessary amount of time for art homework to anyone other than the perfectionist 13 year old me. After it was done, I remember not being able to fall asleep that night; I was so excited, thrilled at this new found ability, the possibilities, and the dreams of classes of peers at school praising my work! My heart was full, and I had discovered a passion. Being an artist was my first big dream. Today, I couldn't be more thankful to be able to say that I've not only gotten the chance to pursue art in higher education, but have found outlets and uses for it that I never would have thought of for myself. To be in shows, get commissions, and draw on the walls of campus buildings and not get in trouble are extensions of a gift I don't deserve.The gift of creation, given to me by my Creator, is a treasure I will use to point myself and others back to Him.

I will try to keep this short. Like the awkward first, I know long blog posts are daunting. I also know that I'm    coming to the game pretty late, but I never blogged because I never thought I had anything to say worth reading. That being said, I'm not saying I have anything better to say now, but the Author, the Creator, has recently decided to take some creative licenses with the story of my life He's been writing, and this blog will hopefully serve as an attempt at telling that story from where I stand as it unfolds.

So read on, and follow this adventure in progress.

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