Wes’s Life

Yeah, I real­ize that I already show a lot of photos on the front page, and that I have a Flickr account. But I wanted to try out some Pho­to­blog soft­ware for a friend and ended up just keep­ing it. I’ll be putting up photos at random, and it has a RSS feed if you just want to see my pic­tures.

Pho­to­blog

Decided I was going to take some pic­tures after Dis­crete today, so I dragged Stu with me as I went around campus. Headed from Robe­son to West End, and from there to the D2 quad and from there we kinda lazily walked to the Bar­ringer quad. Around there, Stu went back to his dorm and I walked back to Buruss to catch the bus. Some pretty good photos if I do say so myself.

In front of John­son, orig­i­nally uploaded by Wes Baker.

As the autumn sun sets,
A monot­one chorus sings its song.
The orches­tra rest­lessly shuf­fles in the wind,
Shed­ding their instru­ments.
Squash yel­lows, burnt cop­pers, pump­kin oranges,
Seared apple reds and clay browns.
With each crisp leaf,
The piles grow taller,
The shad­ows grow longer.
Col­or­ful leaves begin to lose their color,
Giving way to an orange glow,
Cast by the har­vest moon.
The stars shine down through hole-​punched trees,
Reveal­ing cool ambers and solemn browns.
The moon’s tears lie on the ground,
Shed for the season to come.
For the only color will be white,
The only smell will be burn­ing wood,
And the instru­ments will no longer play.