three weeks tomorrow

i am beginning to get really anxious to go. three weeks from friday and i will be on a plane right now headed to meet everyone in d.c. then off to italy. i must admit...i am a little scared. but i think in a healthy way, i am so excited! i think i am mostly nervous about packing. i hate packing, i feel like i never know what to bring and always bring things i never wear and leave things i wish i had.

and i don't know how much to bring. i am traveling for a week and a half after and i need to somehow get whatever i can't travel with back to the states.

and i am trying to decide how much i want to spend now a photography equipment before i go. i would love to pick up a wide angle lense and a couple of filters, but it is all so expensive....

i have been doing a lot of research on italy, and reading rick steves europe through the back door. so i have been getting really excited. already know tons of places i want to go in italy for long weekends and tons of places in france i want to visit! but what i have been doing enough of is brushing up on my italian.

so i guess the leaving part and the traveling part are the exciting things and this trying to get ready to leave thing the overwhelming part.....

hum.....thoughts or suggestions please :)

drew roos

a photographic note

the goal is not to change the subjects, but for the subjects to change the photographer

plum cove

so one of my favorite projects was for plum cove elementary school in glouchester ma

illustrations

so i have discover my love for these kind of illustrations

la radio

here are some old radio designs i did before i started seeing them everywhere...
but i am not sure what to do with them....

reminiscent

country roads

this song reminds me of driving to my grandpas house at night. the iowa country side, rolling fields of blackness and stars so bright. the moon illuminating the road that takes me home, the rode that takes me back.
this song reminds me of all those hours spent in the car with people i love, driving, feet on the dash, speeding toward what lies ahead, speeding away from what we've left behind, to a place we have only seen in glimpses and dreams

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
When you need directions then i'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.
-deathcabforcutie