God weeps

This semester I'm taking Visual Culture of the 1960's. In an attempt to understand the context of the visual culture we are studying the history, movements, and key figures of the decade. My heart is continually saddened as I read of the terrible events of injustice and hatred. My eyes swell with tears as I watch my brothers and sisters beaten and spit upon because of the color of their skin or the ideals they hold. I'm amazed that this country survived. Now I know that this country is not perfect, never has been, and I'll probably never live to see the day that is. As I dwell on the hatred and utter fear driven chaos of those times and similar times today, I feel so small. As I see corrupt and power hungry individuals pollute the ideals of hope and freedom tears fall freely down my cheeks. What have they done to my America? I am just one person, how can I change the world? How can I make a difference? The answer is sweet and simple, even abtainable. I will love. I will love my fellowman. I will love my family. I will love my children, and teach them that love and charity, the pure love of Christ, is our only chance at change. No government agency can offer that. I thank my dearest Heavenly Father that I was born to parents who love.

The Kitchen's a Mess

This Just In...
Wow, a whole year later and here I stand. Guess what? I got married! I married my AMF, Nathan. And life is wonderful. Being married is absolutely the greatest. No awkward situations with roommates. Someone to hold me every night. Someone to hold every night. Sleeping in is better than ever. I love who we are partners in everything. This is a fine romance. We got married on Jan. 4th in the Albuquerque Temple. It was the most beautiful experience of my life. I know that sounds rather cliche, but there's no other words. It was lovely. I've been adopted into a wonderful family. I have tons of nieces and nephews and they all are adorable! I can't wait till I can get to know them even more.

The Artist
Well I'm still chipping away at the degree. This semester I'm taking my first photography class, finally. Actually, I'm taking too. One from the Art dept. and another from the Jour. dept., both introductory classes. I'm really enjoying those. In the past few weeks I've felt really frustrated with the work I've been producing. I don't feel it's the best I can do. I feel guilty for not being able to devote as much time as I should be. Some days I feel downright talentless. I know I'm being too hard on myself, but I just want it so bad. Film processing and printing are sure fun though!