Blog Post #4

Catherine Wilson
Oct. 27, 2015
English 101


                                                  Blog 4:  Compare and Contrast

I have chosen to do my compare and contrast essay on black and white photography versus color photography.  Though it may sound simplistic, there are varying thoughts on both forms.  My purpose in writing this essay is to enlighten myself and those who read it, that black and white photography continues to have a strong presence in our art world, even though the standard today is color.

I chose this topic because my favorite hobby is photography.  And I am intrigued with the idea of shooting more black and white images.  This compare and contrast essay will likely set my interest in motion.

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I responded to Lisette Garcia: http://lisetteg.blogspot.com/2015/10/blog-post-4.html
and Jennifer Martinez:  http://martinezjennifer746.blogspot.com/2015/10/blog-4.html?showComment=1446494064546#c1564868189601263457

Blog Post #3

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I Want a Wife, by Judy Brady was written with the purpose of divulging, in abundance, what the roles of a wife and mother are, compared to the husbands contribution - or lack of.  She stresses the theme that a wife and mother's duties are unending and taken for granted.  Brady uses "I want a wife" multiple times, in almost every paragraph, pounding home the presumptiveness of a house wife's job description.

Men - It's Their Nature  by Christina Sommers  makes the point, based on scientific studies and research, that society cannot change male / boy characteristics.  And that the attempt to use "gender reformers" to "free boys from male stereotypes" is against nature. The author presents a personal experience with her own son, that backs her opinion.  Sommer agrees that society should continue to use the "proven"... "traditional approach" through "character education" that creates well rounded, "conscientious" young adult males. (Sommers, page 367, paragraph 13)

I've decided to write my analysis essay on I Want a Wife because it really struck a chord with me.  I've observed my own mother during this generation, circa 1970's, and I have my own experiences as a stay at home wife and mom. I'm now, also, observing and conversing with my daughters and their relationship dynamics.  I'm curious about Brady's choice to use sarcasm and anger to get her point across.  It's very interesting!

I've commented on:
Palonia's blog
and
Salal's blog

Blog Post #2

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                                             The Place I Love...

This place I love to visit has deep seated roots in my life.  Especially during my formidable years.  Our large family took refuge here and it became our "escape" from city life. 

High in altitude and serenity, this place managed to set aside my worries and fears and let me soak in nature, in it's purest form.  There was never a shortage of wildlife, and beauty.  Towering firs and pine trees clung to their colors year round, yet the seasons changed the landscapes dramatically.  Fall was a patchwork of vibrant colors portraying hues of red, orange, and yellow that couldn't help but create a masterful canvas. 

Winter months were scenes right out of a modern Currier & Ives,  and they were colder than cold!  It was not unusual to see drifts of snow 6 - 10 feet high while temperatures fell below zero consistently. Christmas time was filled with tobogganing, snowmobiles, and bonfires.  Winter break never lasted quite long enough...

Spring equated to hillside wildflower beds with sheets of yellow and purple blossoms.  The intensity of chores climbed at this time of year, but I looked forward to reaping the rewards of my work at harvest time.

The snow melt created a temporary creek through the middle of summer.  And it became our respite for relief during the blazing afternoon sun.  It was hard to escape the summer heat, with temperatures averaging in the 90's and more often than not, reaching somewhere in the 100's, unabashedly.  When the snow melt ceased to feed the creek, we were grateful for the bubbling spring that took over.  And if that didn't provide enough relief, if we were lucky, we fled to town, to open swim in the river.

What I loved most about this place, and it was usually in the Summer, was the smell.  The sun created a fragrance that I don't believe can be bottled.  It was a combination of pine needles and sap mixed with the heat of sun rays, and clean air.  I haven't returned to this place in a few years, but sometimes when I'm out walking I'll pass an area where the sun is beating down and that familiar scent rises up and touches my senses.  I immediately feel an overwhelming calm and I let it bring me back to that place I love.

I commented on:
http://eng101bg.blogspot.com/2015/10/where-sea-meets-sand.html#comment-form
and
http://charlottels.blogspot.com/2015/10/favorite-place-to-visit.html?showComment=1444257782777#c2777087651994991178