Small Adventures

February 2015

It’s the small adventures that count. We were feeling run-down, restless, and stressed. So we grabbed some cameras – film, DSLR, iPhones – and went outside. I never want to go outside until I get out. Then I love it. It's too easy to feel trapped and uninspired inside, too easy to get apathetic. I feel my best and my happiest when I'm breathing fresh air, weaving between tall trees, and my cheeks are flushed with the cold and exertion.

(c) Sophia Vartanian (L) and Siobhan Barry (R)

(c) Sophia Vartanian (L) and Siobhan Barry (R)

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The sound of rushing water is never far off on campus. Ring Creek runs right behind our upper-year residences, with just a bit of scrambling needed to get to it. Not far after this point, the creek dips into the thicker and older second-growth forest. It carves a canyon out of rock, becomes a torrential waterfall, and makes a racket. But here it’s still calm, soothing, and young. When it’s warmer, and the water’s still freezing, jumping in and out is on my to-do list.

(c) Siobhan Barry

(c) Siobhan Barry

(c) Siobhan Barry

(c) Siobhan Barry

Sophia Vartanian