Kathryn Fox, 7, swings in the hammock at my sister's home in Bryan, near College Station.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Kathryn Fox, 7, swings in the hammock at my sister's home in Bryan, near College Station.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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Eric Odom, 17, and Nina Gomez, 16, talk and eat under the Banister Ln. bridge as an
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Trunk Organizer. Features include skateboard racks for two boards, top shelf and changeable dividers. All components can be removed or manipulated slots and Velcro attachments.
The grain of black-stained cedar, the most lightweight wood. The top shelf provides an additional nine inches of storage space above the trunk floor (eleven inches).
The organizer weighs only 20 pounds without the skateboards.
Velcro dividers allow manipulation with ease.
Rear complete with cooler for food and drinks. It is the main storage area, providing the full 19 inches of trunk height. Seat drop-down lock (only accessible from inside trunk) are rigged to allow interior access but can be switched back with precious cargo.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Richard Turner, owner of Redbone Guitar Boutique, 4343 McCullough Ave., through a portrait of Paul McCartney in “The Beatles Cave,” a section named for a club the group performed in in their early days featuring memorabilia. From 9 a.m.-noon Sundays, Turner hosts “The Best of The Beatles With Richard Turner,” the longest-running show on ...KSYM 90.1 FM. He started the show in 1986 while attending RTF classes. Read more: http://www.theranger.org/a-dayPictures from a competition where six teams of faculty and students answered trivia questions for the title of "The Big Brain on Campus."
Trophies display a cartoon.
Martha Buchanan, student success professional in arts and sciences, waves a child's chair as she enters the stage Thursday, as part of team Mugwumps in Big Brain on Campus in McAllister Auditorium. Her team finished second of six teams.
Jeff Hunt, chair of theater and speech communictations, asks trivia questions.
English Professor Patricia Portales crosses out Sesos Pequenos from the score board after they were eliminated.
Economics Coordinator Bruce Norton watches the final moments of the competition with political science Chair Paul Wilson. Norton's team Entourage won the competition last fall.
Team Know-Nothings team members Tim Rockey, dean of continuing education and workforce development; John Visintainer, philosophy chair; Vernell Walker, dean of professional and technical education; Dr. Conrad Krueger, dean of arts and sciences, pose for a photo after winning the competition. Behind them, Nick Benedetto, administrative secretary for professional and technical education, lowers his head after his team, the Mugwumps, finished second two competitions in a row.
Bambinos at the rodeo!
Corey Verstraeten, 10, laughs as his friends, Tanner Bowman, 8, Sarah Haby, 11 and Tillman Haby, 11, play with the "Footsie Wootsie" foot massage chairs Feb. 8 at the San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo on the grounds of the AT&T Center. "We were given $5 and we turned it all into quarters," said Sarah, who, along with her cousins, is missing school to enter pigs for competition at the rodeo from Atascosa, Texas, southwest of San Antonio in Bexar County.
Bobby Salinas Jr., 9, holds his $60 rubber band gun Feb. 8, while listening to advice from Stephen Morris, who has hand-made the guns for more than 35 years at the San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo. "He's earned it," said his dad, Bobby Salinas Sr., adding that his son wakes up at 6:30 a.m. everyday to help raise hogs for rodeo competition at their ranch in Mullin, Texas, 300 miles north of San Antonio.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
My life has been a blessing of many blessings. I don't believe in chance, only the opportunities God gives us to make the most with until the next one (every moment!).
The essay below was submitted, with one edit, in my transfer application to the University of Texas at Austin, the only school I applied. The university is the only real choice for me, as no other school in Texas offers a communications degree in visual journalism. I just hope they choose me.
Hands cuffed, swelled in pain under the weight of my mistakes. Eyes exhausted, fought tears of regret but could not hold back my joy, finally realized. After abusing drugs to the point of feeling nothing, the life I lost for years was given back with a flash of light in the mirror, a confession of what kept me from pulling over sooner from the cycle I was caught in. I was given a second chance at life; a "blessing in disguise." There was a time I didn't believe in God, and a lot changed before then to bring me to where I am now –– forever grateful.
What I naively deemed "just a phase" of using drugs, didn't end until the night I pulled out of a parking lot without my car headlights turned on. During the years before I turned 17, what began as pure exercise turned into pure experimentation that trapped me. Skateboarding has always been a form of self-expression for me, yet the gravitational force between my body and the ground moving beneath me also led to following friends down ditches to a place that, in our fragile adolescence, we unknowingly depended on for each other.
Every moment in my life has felt somewhat like a dream since then, moving so fast as if all the choices have been unconsciously made for me. Getting arrested was the catalyst in a series of events that changed the course of my life indefinitely. My parents mercifully bought detox necessary so I could work as a drummer in "The Jammin' Janitors" at Sea World. This "dream job," that was my first, ended bitter-sweetly when the show was cut, leaving me to apply as a photographer that next summer. Observing guests treasure their photos influenced me to study the craft for my senior mentorship project. I wouldn’t have received a head start in my career of choice if the one in 135 lottery balls hadn’t rolled out so I could attend Communications Arts High School. In a similar fate-like fashion that preceded every event until then, my teacher chose for me to study photojournalism, my practice of three years at San Antonio College that is now my passion and lifestyle.
I am convinced I’ll never have to "work" a day in my life. I've always loved my jobs, and always will if I'm helping people. I owe everything to my parents, and everyone that ever helped them. No matter how hard I work to achieve my goals, I know it's because they instilled character and belief in me from the beginning. My father is a home health nurse, his compassion and strong work ethic lending to my own. Two older sisters shared their gentleness, my privilege of a humble heart.There were many others, too, that offered everything they could along the way. Dusty vinyl records of The Alamo City Jazz Band and artistic photographs, objects of a life's musical talents and creative eye that I have experienced in my own, were passed down from my mom's dad, who I never had the chance to meet after a drunk driver took his life during her pregnancy. Surely, I would not be alive if my mom, the most resilient person I know, did not survive her own birth after a rare abdominal surgery that doctors told reporters the fourth morning, "was hopeless. God had a hand in its success."
It was in that moment of reflection in the backseat police car window, of finally seeing myself for who I really am, that reminded me of who I never wanted to be. Every event that followed has reinforced my belief that while changes in life occur unexpectedly, it's up to me to make the most of my future by embracing the significance of every person, place and opportunity that came before. My life as a photojournalist is just beginning. Looking back at where I came from keeps me focused on each new day, when I can be so much more.
Friday, February 25, 2011
I had only a faint idea of golden Buddha statues and ornate temples that could form a backdrop to my portrait-feature assignment of a student who chose life as a monk over a career in music after coming to the United States from Thailand in 2004.
Accounting sophomore Surasit Mankongsakulkit sits in the temple Sunday before a statue of Buddha, who isn't worshiped but simply followed for his philosophy of attaining self-enlightenment.
A Buddhist monk enters the meal hall Sunday at the Wat Dhammabucha Buddhist mission. Shoes are removed before entering buildings as a Buddhist practice of “keeping what is unclean outside,” Mankongsakulkit said.
Wan Wallace prays Sunday in the meal hall before the monks begin eating. The mission began more than 20 years ago based on Theravada Buddhism, strongest in Sri Lanka, Cambodia, Thailand, Laos and Myanmar. Theravada means “the doctrine of the elders” and emphasizes attaining self-liberation through meditation and concentration.
Mankongsakulkit passes food down the line Sunday in the meal hall. Buddhist practice holds that the monks eat only one meal daily, which is provided by local restaurants and other Buddhists.
Mankongsakulkit talks with fellow monk, Phra Pong. “We work a few hours a day,” he said, noting that 10 monks help keep up the 15-acre mission grounds.
Mankongsakulkit talks with Elby Flinn Sunday with his dog, Sassy. "You guys have been great to the neighborhood," Flinn said of the Buddhists. For over 20 years, the mission has strived to protect the wildlife and natural landscape amidst an increasingly urban San Antonio.
Surasit Mankongsakulkit uses a leaf blower near the temple while working Sunday. Mankongsakulkit wakes up at 6 a.m. to chant with the other monks before his 9 a.m. class here.