Breaking News HW- RJ Alicea

Car flipped on its side after teen driver rolls car

Fire rescue quickly came to the aid of the young passengers

Young girl riding in the passengers seat loaded on to a stretcher

Moving the young girl into an ambulance

Young girl removed from the scene of the crash

Loading the young passenger into the back of an ambulance for further treatment

Rolled over SUV on side walk

No passengers were critically wounded in the crash, but the vehicle suffered severe damage

By standers watch on the other side of the street

Firefighters doing paper work at the scene of the crash

Car accident in Bolingbrook, Il.

Final Project- RJ Alicea

Students line up to receive schedules for the day

Kristie Neff talks to incoming freshman about a book they will be reading when the arrive at CU

President Joe Stowell addresses students

Dr. Joe Stowell making an important point about spirituality on campus

Chapel service held for attendees 

Spencer Penfield hosts the morning events with a smile on his face

Alumni relations adviser talks to students about what it is like to finally graduate college

Stacks of schedules that are handed out to students and their families

I took the time to contact Kayleigh Boston who is in charge of admissions events, and asked if i could take photos of the upcoming "Encompass" events. I was able to sit down with her before the event and go over the schedule of events, which allowed me to plan out how i was going to approach capturing the morning. I wanted to take pictures of more people, but I received negative responses about me photographing faces. I had to change my direction a bit and focus more on the main speakers at the event. I focused on being a fly on the wall and trying to use the far reach of my lens to get close ups of the speakers with out being too close. Also, I tried to keep in mind a lot of the principles of design i have learned over my time in photo classes while taking pictures which i hope is evident in some of my pictures. overall, this was a fun project to shoot and i really had fun doing it.

Calli Mueller's Final Photo Essay: One Soul Leaves, Another Arrives.

Calli's Final Photo Essay Paper

          This photo Essay is about the miraculous event of my baby nephew being born in the same hour, of the same day, as my Grandmothers death. It was a very emotional day and I documented the various events that happened afterwards that would help tell the story. The exact time of death was 11:02am 4/4/14 and the time of birth was 11:40am 4/4/14. My Grandmother’s name is Ann Jennette Maudell Mueller and the baby’s name is Cole Benjamin Mueller. On April 4th the Mueller family lost a loved one but welcomed a new little Mueller soul into the world. We all visited the baby a few hours after he was born, he did not even look like a newborn he was so big; he was born 9lbs 1oz and 22 inches long.

          The day of the funeral on 4/9/2014 was a sad day and very emotional for our family. My dad gave a speech because he felt guilty at not speaking at my Grandpa’s funeral and it made us all cry. I tried to document this funeral in a way that was not disrespectful to my Grandma and I think I accomplished this. Regarding the baby I went and visited him in the weeks following his birth and took pictures of him. One time he came to our house and I got some pictures of the entire family with the baby.

          My brother and his wife, who are the parents of Cole are living in the house that my Grandparents built and lived in many years so therefore they are carrying on their legacy in a way. Some of these pictures are at that house, they have changed a lot of things but at its foundations it is still the house my Grandpa built with his own two hands. I know that both my Grandma and my Grandpa are looking down on us from heaven.

          The last thing I documented was the Easter tradition that we will carry on even with both of my Grandparents gone. My Grandma would always order a special lamb cake every Easter to celebrate Jesus. We will continue to have this cake every Easter in honor of them. We always went to my Aunts house and had an Easter egg hunt but the cake was always the star.

          Even though my Grandparents are both gone in heaven they will hold a special place in our hearts, the sadness caused by their deaths however has been filled somewhat by an adorable nephew, son, grandson, and great grandson. Our hearts will soon be filled with joy as we watch him grow into a strong young man.

               

Baby Pictures

 

A close-up image of Cole’s face as he is held by his Grandpa in his home in Quimby.

A picture where Cole is in focus and his parents are blurred in the background, as he is being held by his Grandpa at his home in Quimby. 

Cole being held by his dad at their home in Quimby.

 

Cole Benjamin's feet as he is being held by his mother in their home in Quimby

A picture of Brooke Mueller, who is the mother, holding Cole in their home in Quimby.

 

A close-up image of Cole's squishy adorable face as he is being held at his home in Quimby.

 

Cole being held by his Grandpa at his home in Quimby.

 

Cole stares at his Grandpa, while being held by his Grandma, in the midst of most of the family at our house in Hastings.

Funeral Pictures

  My Grandma lying in her casket during the funeral next to a heart-shaped wreath of flowers as my Dad talks to a friend nearby.

A close-up image of the heart-shaped wreath with my Grandma blurred in the background as she lies peacefully in her casket.

  A close-up image of one of the flowers at the funeral.

    An emotional picture of my Aunt at the funeral surrounded by family.

A group of family gathered in the funeral home shortly after the service. My three sisters, Emma, Jennie, and Jaynie, Emma’s boyfriend Matt, and my Great-Aunt Carol.

 The people who work at the funeral home lift up the casket to carry it to the hearse.

All of the pall-bearers carefully slide the casket into the hearse.

A solemn picture of the casket before it goes into the ground in Barryville cemetery.

The heart-shaped wreath of flowers at the Barryville cemetery.

 

     The dying flowers resting on top of the headstone in Barryville cemetery.

A few days after the funerals the flowers fade and the headstone is blurred in the background.

Easter Pictures

      This is an image of the lamb cake at Easter in my Aunt Keri’s house in Grand Rapids with my sisters Emma and Jennie in the background.

      My Aunt Keri cutting the lamb cake in her home in Grand Rapids.

   My sister Emma throws an Easter egg into a bucket as my brother Kendrew watches and laughs at her in my Aunts house.

The End.

Lindsay's Final Photo Essay

This project started out as just a way to rebel and to take photos of rubble. But each time I kept going back to this forbidden garden, it kept pulling me in. It was drawing me in in such a way. Each time I plucked up more and more courage, going farther into the maze, and as I did so it was like I was peeling a layer away from the building itself. The rubble became beautiful. It became comforting. My adrenaline would always be pumping through my veins, but each time I became more and more friendly with the rubble palace, it was like showing me a wondrous new world I never knew could be in Michigan, or even in my very town for that matter.

As I kept on returning to the kingdom I finally had the courage to break through the walls and inside the actual castle. I searched the empty, dreary and filthy halls of the abandon factory. Everything was absolutely disgusting. There were piles of dirt, dirty construction tools left over, water rippling in the basement, everything was so ghost like. But it was so comforting. It was like I was the only one in the world and this was the world. It was like seeing a whole new side of life. The horrible into the beautiful. As I danced through the halls I remember snaking up a dark, steep and claustrophobic stairwell. There was light seeping through the bottom of it. I barely touched the doorknob and the door gave a loud creek as it opened unveiling the roof, unveiling the city. As I stood on top of the roof I stared out at the city and I felt so uncomfortable. I felt naked. It wasn’t because I shouldn’t have been there, but it was like everyone could see me, all my secrets, all my shame.

At times, while I was inside, I was terrified, it was so dark it was like the darkness was closing in and trying to drown me. I was scared of my concrete kingdom. I didn’t know some of the secrets it hid, I couldn’t even bring myself to fully trust I, but I had faith. I always had faith that I’d be safe, that I wouldn’t get hurt too badly. And to be honest this project has taught me to have more courage more faith and more willingness.

I think that this factory could be seen like a person. You peal away parts from people and you find their secrets, some could be sad or just filthy, but when you learn these things about them, things start to transform and you see beauty in what a mess they are. And that’s probably why I felt so vulnerable on the roof. I had no protection, no hiding. I wasn’t guarded. It was just me.

One of the outside walls of Klingman's Furniture Factory.

Vines have overtaken the outside of Klingman's Furniture Factory.

A roof at Klingman's Furniture Factory has grown old.

Graffiti takes over the outside walls of Klingman's Furniture Factory.

The inside of Klingman's Furniture Factory is empty and dreary.

The inside of Klingman's Furniture Factory is also decorated with graffiti.

Pipes all over Klingman's Furniture Factory are connected to nothing.

Wires are also left behind at Klingman's Furniture Factory.

Sinks are still left over at Klingman's Furniture Factory.

The wood beams at Klingman's Furniture Factory is pealing.

The empty halls at Klingman's Furniture Factory.

Weights at Klingman's Furniture Factory are broken and useless.

A look at the outside of Klingman's Furniture Factory.

The floors of Klingman's Furniture Factory are covered with dirt.

The roof at Klingman's Furniture Factory is a view of downtown Grand Rapids like none other.

A light left on from construction workers at Klingman's Furniture Factory.

Stains at Klingman's Furniture Factory cover the walls. 

Pipes are still leaking and staining walls at Klingman's Furniture Factory.

The halls at Klingman's Furniture Factory don't have any working lights.