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Post by Zia Williams on Aug 22, 2007 16:16:22 GMT -5
The sleek, rolling hills that were the grounds of Matthew Hopkins were no longer bright green and lush, as they usually were in the spring. Instead, the hills gleamed white with the colour of freshly fallen snow. The snow itself gleamed so intensely, that if one were to look at it for more than a couple of minutes, your eyes would begin to strain, and therefore, hurt. The sun attributed to this beautiful phenomenon, shining its rays on the soft, flawless coat of white, though, it didn't help at all with the temperature. It was miserably cold, as expected for a New England winter. Temperatures were barely in the thirties, and the wind was so chilling it took one's breath away. Even the trees seemed to be shivering under the heavy weight of the snow and ice on their branches, the animals within them hibernating through the cold, miserable winter.
One person, however, was out and about on this day. Her bright green and pink coat stood out on the hills of white, as Zia made her way through the snow, a happy smile on her face. Snow was always so glorious to her. She had lived in New York, so basically the only type of snow she had grown to know was the grey-out-of-the-street type snow. Not this beautiful pure white wonderland that stretched out endlessly before her eyes. She tried not to move too fast, as she could feel her breath catching in her throat from the sheer severity of the cold, but she enjoyed her fast stroll nonetheless. Looking behind her, she noticed with a frown that her footsteps had messed up the flawless white landscape. Zia felt a little of tug of annoyance. She couldn't do anything about her tracks until the snow covered them further - and that wouldn't be until the next snowfall - which could come as early as the impending evening.
Shrugging, she continued through the sheer white, the snow level now coming up to about her knees. It was getting harder and harder to move through it now - especially with her still ever-present black canvas messenger bag slapped against her thigh. Finally, Zia just gave up trying to wade through the frozen wonderland, and plopped herself down in the snow with a laugh. She was surprised that she didn't sink too far deep into it, and with her numb hands, pulled out her Canon 20D out of its' carefully padded place in her messenger bag. Turning the camera on, she aimed it at a tree in the distance, shuddering under the weight of all the snow on its branches, and managed to capture a magnificent shot of a large clump of snow midway to the ground after falling from the tree.
She smiled as she looked at the picture on the camera's digital display, and pointed it back towards the direction of the school, taking a picture of the large building's black silhouette contrasting with the white landscape. Upon inspecting the image on her digital display, she noted that someone had been following her footsteps out to where she now sat. Narrowing her eyes against the glare of the sun, Zia shielded her face with her hand and tried to see how was making their way over.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 22, 2007 17:04:57 GMT -5
Admiring the beautifulness of the snow on her way out the door, Harley nearly walked into the back of some male student, probably a senior. She excused herself from the incident and made her way to the extra-large doors. Rhode Island was normally blanketed with snow from late November to early April, and even though she must have been the only one who did, she loved it.Snowplows piling up more snow, to her father's dismay but Harley's delight, made it easy to build snow forts or caves with her brother. Winter had to be the best season other than Summer.
Unlike Rhode Island, though, the sun was out and shining on the almost glowing whiteness ahead of her- it was almost always dark and cloudy in her old home during the winter. Grabbing onto the railing, and watching out for some misplaced black ice, she was down on the neatly shoveled pathway that led through the grounds. She walked out a little bit, shivvering. As much as she hated it, the cold would end up getting her. She pulled up the collar of her fleece-lined jacket, to right under her ears. Harley didn't like getting sick, but she didn't like wearing hats more.
Harley was pleased to see nobody had stepped all over the snow, but some people had stopped along their way to make snow angels. Harley lightly stepped to an open spot, laid down and swung her arms and legs frantically. Perfect. She stood up, carefully walked back to the path, and admired her work. Just then, she turned to see Zia taking pictures. "Hey, Zia!" she shouted, wondering if she could scream loud enough to make a mini-avalanche with one of the hills. Comming out of her thoughts, she ran to meet Zia, who by now had turned around to take more pictures. |
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Post by Zia Williams on Aug 22, 2007 19:11:39 GMT -5
The sun was irritating her eyes, as Zia watched the person advance towards her, and she mentally chided herself to wear sunglasses outside in the snow if the sun was ever shining again - no matter how stupid it made her look. The figure was coming into clearer view now, and it shouted out her name. Raising a perfectly sculpted brow in curiosity, Zia kept her eyes on the horizon. She couldn't quite place the voice - though, she didn't know everyone perfectly around the school - but it did sound familiar. And soon, she knew why. Harley Parsons finally came into Zia's view so that the sun no longer made her look like simply a black silhouette. "Hey Harley!" Zia replied, greeting her fellow student, and pointing her camera at her. "Do your best model pose will you?" she laughed, as she adjusted the lens, and took a shot.
Wading over in the snow to where Harley stood, Zia was mindful of her precious camera. If any of the snow got on it, it could ruin it - simple as that. "Why're you out here in the freezing cold? I thought I was the only one that got so much random pleasure out of snow." she laughed, as she replaced the cap over her camera's lens, tucking it back inside her messenger bag. She pointed over Harley's shoulder. "I saw you fall back down there. Was that intentional, or did you just slip?" she asked, a smirk appearing on her face as she motioned to where Harley had made her snow angel.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 22, 2007 23:17:28 GMT -5
After stopping herself, Harley breathed the cold east coast air in heavily. Giggling, she put one hand on her hip and the other playing with her hair, in a modeling pose. "I should get a job doing this," Harley said, jokingly.She gazed into the camera lens and when it clicked, she regained her standing posture. "Nice camera." she added, with a smile. Harley loved to take pictures, but not of nature, really. She liked taking pictures with or of other people.
"Definatly not." Harley said after a moment, then added, "I love the snow- especially sledding.". She pulled out the cuffs of her jacket, and pulled her ungloved hands inside. "I was just going to take a walk around grounds- this snow is amazing."
Following Zia's finger, Harley laughed. "I normally walk over to a specific spot and fall down whenever it snows, and pretend I'm having a hear attack." she explained, with a smile.
[sorry for the short post.] |
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