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Saturday, April 01, 2006


I have this irrational love of rainbows.
not in a unicorns-and-starlight way, but in a oh, the magic of science kind of way. dad explained water vapor and sunlight to me a long time ago, but I'm still fascinated.
there were a few times driving home with mom, I remember, when there'd be one over the cranberry bog on 28, or in florida when you'd see two at a time. I'd dangle over the balcony in fort myers to take a picture, every morning. I'd come home with two rolls of rainbows.



I stepped out today for dinner and colleen was already outside with her camera. I'd hoped, with the rain and the sudden sunset, and had brought mine just in case. I walked to dinner with my camera on, a few feet behind a boy from my hall. he'd stop every so often to take a picture, I'd stop for the same shot. we continued on, pausing when it was exceptionally lovely. nice rainbow, he said, adjusting his lens. it's a great rainbow, I told him.

I climbed the hill by meir hall, sloshing in my wet jeans and sandels. I scaled the slope by the industrial dumpster, to photograph the light behind the campus center. I thought it was poetic, with my wet feet and cold metal. it's so cliche, it's just a rainbow, another sunset. but I'm such a sucker for it.



ash @ 10:29 PM