Iris, an Austrailian Shepherd/Catahoula Cur mix, just turned into a one-year-old pupper on January 25th, 2017. I adopted her at four weeks old. Since then, she has grown into a stunning, albeit sometimes vexing, addition to my family. Alongside her three kitten siblings, Iris is ready for anything. This is the journey of a college dog, week by week.
Iris wakes me before the alarm, shoving her leash in my face, demanding to start the day. The screech of a whiny dog isn’t the most comforting thing to be woken up by, but it’s better than poop on the floor. Always stay positive!
Following her wait for mom, Iris goes for a walk around campus. The sun is shining, the breeze is careful, and Iris is feeling fresh. She runs around Moffett quad and then rests in front of Young Hall, which makes for a great candid shot.
If you don’t like barbecue, leave now. Iris doesn’t need that negativity in her life.
After begging for a taste of our food, Iris and her BFF pose for a photo with a giant pig BBQ pit.
Fast forward past the disaster of having to tear her away from the smell of cooking food. We find ourselves at Falls Ridge nature preserve. I cannot stress to you the difficulties I faced while taking this photo. Picture yourself splashed by mud, almost trampled, and herded into the water to play. After running around for 20 minutes (no joke), she finally sat for a beautiful nature shot.
Falls Ridge features an 80-foot waterfall, varieties of plant and marine life, and great hammocking spots. So, you should visit. But wait, there’s more!
For the small price of one more minute of your day, you can see more cute pictures of my pupper!
Iris’s parents, being dumb college kids, forgot water and had to go to the gas station. We noticed Ellett Valley Nature Trail, secluded and small. Why the hell not, eh? Iris seemed to love the smells and environment.
Perfect end to a perfect day. Let sleeping dogs lie!
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
The below photos were taken by Radford’s own Patricia Forehand. Patricia collects a variety of plants and enjoys photography. Walking through the Alumni Gardens near McConnell library in the spring of 2016, Patricia noticed a variety of beautiful garden trees in bloom. She took the amazing following photos of the foliage around campus.
The beauty of a running river. A sort of tamed wildness that cannot be recreated–even in the modern world. A wistful image, taken by one of Whim’s passionate photographers. My thanks to her for this scenic viewpoint, and for all of the work that she has provided these past weeks.
Though the day plays on, the Watcher waits. In his shack of shattered timbers, the Watcher peers from the darkness over the hills and fields. No one knows what the Watcher sees, but only that his door opens at night. From within, the Watcher gazes, coal-black eyes in the darkness. From his door he steps, pale and lifeless, and waits.
Though stained by the passage of time, nothing quite beats the classics.
This image in particular reminded me of a very popular video game franchise set in a post-nuclear wasteland, and the coloration that the photographer was able to capture was incredible. Everything from the gear-and-bolt logo the the piece as a whole captures the imagination and throws you into another world.
I just thought that this close-up was really cool. Since I am not really a fan of mushrooms, I never pay them much attention. After taking the camera really close, though, the stalk, the ribs, the color–it’s as wonderful to look at as any flower or tree. Nature never ceases to amaze, and I am glad to live in a world where such beauty exists.
In Spring, the most delicate things are brought to life–from the fragile flower’s first petals, to the bloom of the great oak. We see these changes, and feel their effect. The sweet smell of new beginnings, the warmth of upcoming summer kept crisp by April rains. To Sister-Spring, we urge you onward, and look forward to your beautiful dance…
Before you stands the path laid bare, its way lightened by the setting sun, and framed by thinning, spindly pines. The smell of damp earth permeates every portion of the forest, with droplets from the recent rain falling every so often onto the leaves that litter the ground. Though unseen, you know you are close to home. You feel it. And so you walk on, each step making no noise as the trail winds to its conclusion.