From the Lost Days

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Permalink “I wonder to myself how much longer I can go on, searching endlessly for signs of other people. There is only silence in this wooded area, save for the wind blowing through the trees. Before this happened, I was not a people person at all. I hated my job at the store and dealing with customers on a daily basis was nothing short of annoying, but I had to grit my teeth and keep my mouth shut. I used to wish sometimes that they would just leave me alone, but now…I feel horrible thinking that. I have never believed in superstition, mind you, but it is ironic that I thought that the same day the disaster happened. I know that this isn’t my fault nor was it their fault. It was only the fault of the people in charge, people who could not see past the differences of our world, seeing only the human being beneath the different faces. All the leaders could see was what they had only wanted to. Their quest for power was just an illusion, an illusion of power that hid the real reality—they were losing control of the situation, all because no one could ever admit to themselves that they were ever wrong. Because of that, people were unfairly killed for something they had nothing to do with. I’m sitting here now, staring at the shores of the lake and wondering if it was all worth it. Was leaving the farm even a good idea? Yes, it was. I would’ve died out there if I had stayed longer. I have managed to find a few supplies. I found some canned food in the ruins of Mason’s and I’m trying to stretch that out the best I can. I’m just so damn tired. I think my mind is beginning to play tricks on me. In the woods, I have caught a whiff of smoke coming through the trees. Is there someone nearby, someone who had built a fire? I have no idea what I should do, but something just tells me to go a little further.” ~Journal entry #???? as written by Hunter —This is just a small part of my “Fallout” series of photo shoots that I’ve been working on for the past few months.
Permalink As my friend Mary and I went for a walk today, we both had quickly noticed this beautiful monarch butterfly that was perched on a cluster of daisies. We both grabbed out our cameras, prepared for a difficult shot. I was standing at least 6 feet away when I took this picture—that’s a testament to the overall power of my zoom lens!
Permalink This is Meowser, the youngest of all my friend Mary’s pets. She had gotten Meowser as a kitten when when she was in 8th grade, which will make him around 10 years old. I rarely see him whenever I come over for a visit, as he’s always hiding near the woodshed.
Permalink This is Tipper, who belongs to my best friend, Mary. Tipper is an old Border Collie who is sadly dying from from lymph node cancer. When I first met Mary when I was in 7th grade, I can remember seeing Tipper as an energetic and hyper dog who loved to play. It saddens me to see this dog in this state, but also surprises me that he’s still active with his condition.
Permalink This is Barney, a mixed breed dog who belongs to my best friend, Mary. Mary’s mom had rescued Barney from the local animal shelter a few years ago and brought him home as a pup. The only thing Mary could ever say to describe Barney’s at times clueless personality would be that he was a rather dumb dog who wouldn’t even notice that you’re petting him.
Permalink This is Chewie, a tiny and hyper Lhasa Apso mix who belongs to my friend Mary’s brother, Greg. Apparently, Greg named his little dog Chewie after Chewbacca from Star Wars, though he admitted later that Chewie looked like an Ewok.
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Permalink I have yet to play STALKER, but the idea of having a video game set in ruins of Pripyat is pretty awesome, if you ask me.