Life isn't black and white. It's a million gray areas, don't you find? - Ridley Scott
This blog will act as an attempt to chronicle what is sure to be one of the most ridiculously confusing, interesting and wild years I've ever experienced.

By compiling a series of 365 black and white photos and accompanied text you're invited to follow along the ride of an undergraduate student with severe biophilia. This year will mark a year that I leave the continent, graduate from my Bachelors degree, start graduate studies, try to make heads and tails of life and and search for an elusive tiger beetle.

Feel free to post feedback, ask questions, and give suggestions. Hope that your 2013 is looking to be a wonderful, wonderful year.

Friday, February 22, 2013

50. Shapes in the ice

I walk to school each and every day. I walk about 400m, it's a quick walk, and very enjoyable. This last week has been dominated with an icy puddle that has thwarted me twice. It's always nice to be outsmarted by a puddle. Why isn't it solid at -25 degree temperatures? I will never know. God it's good, so good.

On my way to school I fell through the ice, on my third trip home - this is the beauty that I found. 
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