As I have promised, here are the photos from November 6.
This somewhat spontaneous photoshoot was a very peaceful one. After my one and only Thursday class, which is a lecture, I wandered around a few different places on campus, chose a spot to sit, and click, click, click. Whether I was sitting on a bench or on the floor, I felt calm yet still engaged with my surroundings. Not only was my mind occupied with photo set-up, I was also thinking about the passersby’s stories, which lead me to naming some of the photos I captured.
And for current events, nothing much has been going on. I did not have school yesterday, in observance of Veterans’ Day. In substitution of attending class, I went to my parents’ workplace.
The first highlight of that day was that my paternal uncle told me some stories about his and my father’s father in World War II (fitting for Veterans’ Day). I had never heard those stories before. Stories that give to me a new perspective of my grandfather.
The second highlight was witnessing my uncle’s tarantula shedding her skin. Agreeing with my uncle, it is truly amazing on how tarantulas do this. They flip over on their backs, and go into a coma-like state, being completely unaware of their surroundings. This process is the most vulnerable state of a spider because they are completely defenseless. Taking an average of three hours, they practically maneuver out of their own outer body. They leave behind their lungs, fangs, esophagus, legs, and other body parts. They come out of the process looking translucent and soft or not strong, similar to how a butterfly is when it has just emerged from its cocoon. I did not get to observe the very end of the rose-hair tarantula’s molting, but I did get to see most of it. She had already shed half of her legs, pedipalps, and head.
Overall, my Veterans’ Day was enjoyable. I did help out my dad a tiny bit, and I also got a bit of work done on some English homework.