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Having now spent a decade at the same university in the pursuit of two degrees, I find myself treading the same paths under continually changing circumstances. This, of course, is life, yet having such continuity of scenery, as though I were a player on a stage is always strange. Here is an image of the exterior of Ida Noyes Hall. As a freshman in college I came through here to watch movies at Doc Films, the student-run cinema and to eat ribs during the university’s Ribs and Blues festival. Later, when I turned 21, I would frequent the pub with my friends and future wife. Later still, I would bring dinner and homework to her as she would life guard in a now extinct swimming pool. My neighbor and very good friend was married on campus and he and his wife had their wedding reception in the very spot where this image was taken – I took the photographs. Later still, I was married nearby and my wife and I had our own wedding reception here and throughout graduate school I’ve returned to the Pub for each and every milestone. These constants of place provide us with a rare opportunity to eliminate the variable of time and view our previous selves, haunting a common path.
Through the green, past the trees
Riding on the Summer breeze
Chasing shadows on the ground
Followed by bees that buzz around
As on the branches, winged ones talk
Through the green, i slowly walk
Following the scent blown on the breeze
Of life's beauty blown on the breeze
"We all have our paths in life we are supposed to follow to find who we are supposed to be, but it's not always a straight path. There is something inside of us that guides us, and if you are quiet and listen to it, you'll be all right." -- Kyan Douglas
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A path of hexagons and triangles ;-)) Folding a new tessellation.
"I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it."
Quote - Rosalia de Castro
The path the other direction goes up the hill, past the church and down across the road to the transmission towers marching off to the La Trobe Valley. On a sunny winters day